Monty Python's Flying Circus — S02E12 — Spam

00:01:59 Go on.

00:04:32 What?

00:06:06 Drop your panties, Sir William, I cannot wait till lunchtime.

00:07:02 You said 46 Horton Terrace?

00:08:08 23-year-old Abigail hails from Down Under

00:08:53 at the International Court at The Hague...

00:10:57 No? Well, bad luck there, Karl.

00:11:53 Well, now we come on to our special gift section.

00:12:42 You're a brave man. Karl Marx, your final question.

00:14:43 see, this bloke...

00:15:32 We'll have to leave it for now.

00:16:30 Coming.

00:17:30 I'm off, dear.

00:18:15 Now, what am I bid for another great bargain?

00:19:14 No, sarge, I'd like to tell you.

00:20:08 Sergeant, the straws.

00:21:27 Good. Fine. Fine. Fine.

00:22:29 Oh, I'm terribly sorry, l-l-l'm afraid I didn't...

00:23:33 that small, fragile, delicate flower

00:24:55 Nurse. A horse.

00:26:48 What have you got, then?

00:27:41 Eww. What do you mean "eww"?

00:28:29 Ah, great boobies, honeybun.

00:29:47 Price: a kiss on the bum.