danmac wrote:
Solvejg wrote:
i swear at the moment, i would pull the most obscure python songs out my bum because i am in the foulest mood ever.
Pythonite's unite and let us not be like the goober on sliding doors.
no one can escape the spainish enqisition, our 3 main weapondrys....uh you going to have to say it....
Ximinez: Now, old woman -- you are accused of heresy on three counts -- heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action --
four counts. Do you confess?
Wilde: I don't understand what I'm accused of.
Ximinez: Ha! Then we'll make you understand! Biggles! Fetch...THE CUSHIONS!
[JARRING CHORD]
[Biggles holds out two ordinary household cushions]
Biggles: Here they are, lord.
Ximinez: Now, old lady -- you have one last chance. Confess the heinous sin of heresy, reject the works of the ungodly --
two last chances. And you shall be free --
three last chances. You have three last chances, the nature of which I have divulged in my previous utterance.
Wilde: I don't know what you're talking about.
Ximinez: Right! If that's the way you want it -- Cardinal! Poke her with the soft cushions!
[Biggles pokes Wilde with cushions]
Ximinez: Confess! Confess! Confess!
Biggles: It doesn't seem to be hurting her, lord.
Ximinez: Have you got all the stuffing up one end?
Biggles: Yes, lord.
Ximinez: [angrily hurling away the cushions] Hmm! She is made of harder stuff! Cardinal Fang! Fetch...THE COMFY CHAIR!
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