ARTHUR: I am your king!

OLD WOMAN: Well, I didn't vote for you.

ARTHUR: You don't vote for kings.

OLD WOMAN: Well, how did you become king, then?

ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held Excalibur aloft from the bosom of the water to signify by Divine Providence ... that I, ARTHUR:, was to carry Excalibur ... That is why I am your king!

DENNIS: Look, strange women lying on their backs in ponds handing out swords ... that's no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

ARTHUR: Be quiet!

DENNIS: You can't expect to wield supreme executive power
just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

ARTHUR: Shut up!

DENNIS: I mean, if I went around saying I was an Emperor because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, people would
put me away!

ARTHUR: Shut up, will you. Shut up!

DENNIS: Ah! NOW ... we see the violence inherent in the system.

ARTHUR: Shut up!

DENNIS: (calling) Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help, help, I'm being repressed!

ARTHUR: Bloody peasant!

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Tomorrow on BBC america Cleese and Palin are on the Grahm Norton show right after Dr Who

Good ole Monty Python. The quest for the Holy Grail and Life of Brian are classics.

The manikin is creepy looking, if you ask me.

Dr. Who AND John Cleese?!

It's times like this I wish the Queen would take us back.

Funniest moment of totally politically incorrect humor ever: the Python's were doing a show in Germany, and they decided to visit the concentraion camp at Dachau. When they got there, they found that the camp was closing for the day. So they were talking to the guards through the barbed wire to see if there was any way they could get in, and Graham Chapman leans his head out the car windows and yells "Tell them we're Jewish!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VH4c0-p-CY

Walter Moore! Walter should have been mayor. Instead, they elected the worthless, spendthrift, junketing Tony Teeth.

Mayor of Los Angeles, that is. (I voted for Walter, and Hertzberg in the previous election.)

Amy, the next time you get some nasty comment from an obvious troll, envision the writer in the following way:

- A male in his 20's or 30's
- Sitting in his mother's basement, where he lives
- Wearing nothing more than an adult diaper
- Standing on his computer desk is one of the figurines pictured in Gregg's photo

Sensing all of this, don't get mad at him, just try to find him some much needed help!

Amy that last comment was priceless. Of course I'll never be able to get that image out of my head now. I'm not sure whether to laugh or throw up.

Brain bleach! I need brain bleach over here......

Brain bleach! I need brain bleach over here......

You can use bleach. I'd rather have brain floss. I want something leftover afterward. ;-)

> that's how I used to think of Dr. Drew when
> we were on TV together

Um... Why?

Never me the man... But while he appears (from the distance of one of his former radio listeners) to be a man of thoughtful suggestibility, sexual and otherwise, I bet he never pictured you straddling his backside, whipping him like a barnyard animal).

Met. Never MET the man.

BTW, what product is the mannequin selling, if not oral copulation?

So, HAVE you seen Surf Nazis Must Die?

I saw it about 20 years ago. Hilarious.

I fart in your general direction.

*snort*