Monty Python's Flying Circus

Season 1 Episode 13

Intermission

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Aired Unknown Jan 11, 1970 on BBC
8.7
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Intermission
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Undertakers carry Hermit on; a short intermission; credits; a medium-sized intermission; animation- "intermission" eaten; 'Please excuse my wife'; a whopping great intermission; animation- Pearls for Swine presents... cinema ads- ALBATROSS! Gannet on a stick!; more ads; policeman and man on corner ("Do you want to come back to my place"); Me Doctor?, chicken knight; Gumbies; Historical Impersonations- Cardinal Richelieu as Petula Clark and Marcel Marceau mimes a man being struck on the head by a sixteen-ton weight; schoolboys 'I want to have Raquel Welch dropped on top of me. She's got a big bottom!' and insurance agents; cops and robbers; Probearound looks at Magic and the police force; A.T. Hun turns himself in 'Curses! Curses!'; letters of protest, animated letter falls apart; Psychiatrist Larch sees a man about strange voices the man is hearing, man goes to see Larch's friend who specializes in these sort of things and gets an expensive operation, man found to have squatters in his stomach 'Are you rolling your own jelly babies in there?'; animation- man complains 'What a way to end a series', smile; Hermit; credits.moreless

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SUBMIT REVIEW
  • A nice end to the series although I was expecting more

    7.2
    Not a spectacular end to the series, but still a solid episode. The albatross sketch is one that a lot of people consider a classic, and while I think it's alright it's not one that lives long in the memory for me. The restaurant sketch is very funny, and arguably better than the first restraunt sketch from earlier in the series. I like the gumby's appearance once again, and they only got more involved with time. Historical Impressions is another excellent TV spoof that I enjoyed a lot, very well written and done: I thought Atilla The Hun and Napolean were the best one's. The police fairy sketch was another great piece of writing from the Python's, excellent stuff here. I also found the psychaitrist sketch to be very good, with the idea of the squatters inside Mr Notlob's (heard that phrase before from a certain dead parrot sketch) stomach working well. Good, but not great.moreless
John Cleese

John Cleese

Various Characters [ series 1 - 3, Deutsche shows & features ]

Eric Idle

Eric Idle

Various Characters

Graham Chapman

Graham Chapman

Various Characters

Terry Jones

Terry Jones

Various Characters

Terry Gilliam

Terry Gilliam

Various Characters

Michael Palin

Michael Palin

Various Characters

David Ballantyne

David Ballantyne

"There's a dead bishop..."

Guest Star

Flanagan

Flanagan

uncredited

Guest Star

Carol Cleveland

Carol Cleveland

Psychiatrist's Nurse; Female Squatter

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  • TRIVIA (1)

    • During the Restaraunt Abuse sketch, as Terry Jones playing the day's special, Au Gratin ala Chef, is rolled in, Eric Idle and John Cleese start to laugh. They quickly recover, though.

  • QUOTES (4)

    • Announcer: When this series returns, it will be presented on your screens as a test card and be explained in the Radio Times as a history of Irish agriculture.

    • Customer: I'll have two choc-ices, please.
      Concession Woman: I haven't got any choc-ices, I only got the albatross. (shouting) Albatross!

    • Announcer: There will now be a whopping great intermission, during which small ice creams in very large boxes will be sold. Another way we can drive people away from the cinema is by showing them advertisements.

    • Receptionist: Dr Larch ... there's a Mr Phelps to see you.
      Dr. Larch: Er, nurse!
      Receptionist: Yes?
      Dr. Larch: (whispering) Er, you don't think you should make it clear that I'm a psychiatrist
      Receptionist: What?
      Dr. Larch: Well, I could be any type of doctor.
      Receptionist: Well I can't come in and say "Psychiatrist Larch" or "Dr Larch who is a psychiatrist". Oh, anyway look, it's written on the door.
      Dr. Larch: (stir whispering) That's outside.
      Receptionist: Well, I don't care, you'll just have to do it yourself. (leaves)
      Dr. Larch: (imitates phone ringing and picks it up) Hello. Er, no, wrong number I'm afraid, this is a psychiatrist speaking. Next please. (knock at the door) Er, come in.
      (Mr. Phelps comes in dressed as Napoleon, with a parrot on his head, and a lead with nothing on it.)
      Mr. Phelps: Bow, wow, wow.
      Dr. Larch: Ah, Mr. Phelps. Come on in, take a seat. Now what seems to be the matter?
      Mr. Phelps: No, no, no. No. No.
      Dr. Larch: I'm sorry?
      Mr. Phelps: Oh can't you do better than that? I mean it's so predictable I've seen it a million times. "Knock, knock, knock come in, ah Mr Phelps take a seat." I've seen it and seen it.
      Dr. Larch: Well look, will you please sit down and do your first line?!
      Mr. Phelps: No. No. I've had enough. I've had enough. (exits)
      Dr. Larch: I can't even get it started.
      Mr. Phelps: Albatross!
      Dr. Larch: Shut up! Oh it drives me mad.
      (Cut to Mr. Notlob.)
      Mr. Notlob: A mad psychiatrist, that'd be new.
      (Cut back to Dr. Larch.)
      Dr. Larch: Next please.
      (Knocking at door. Dr. Larch is about to call when he picks up a thesaurus and thumbs through it.)
      Dr. Larch: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. (Mr. Notlob enters) Ah Mr Notlob, ah, park your hips on the sitting device.
      Notlob: (to camera) It is a mad psychiatrist.
      Dr. Larch: I'm not. I'm not. Come on in. Take a seat. What's, what's the matter?
      (Mr. Phelps blows a raspberry.)
      Dr. Larch: Now what's the matter?
      Mr. Notlob: Well I keep hearing guitars playing and people singing when there's no one around.
      Dr. Larch: Yes, well this is not at all uncommon. In certain mental states we find that auditory hallucinations occur which are of a most... (he stops suddenly and listens; the sound of "We're All Going to the Zoo Tomorrow" is heard) Is that "We're All Going to the Zoo Tomorrow"?
      Mr. Notlob: Yes. Yes.
      Dr. Larch: Is it always that?
      Mr. Notlob: No.
      Dr. Larch: Well that's something.
      Mr. Notlob: But it's mainly folk songs.
      Dr. Larch: (concerned) Oh my God.
      Mr. Notlob: Last night I had "We'll Never Fall in Love Again"... for six hours!
      Dr. Larch: Well look, I think I'd better have a second opinion on this. I want you to see a colleague of mine, a specialist in these sort of things, who has an office very much like this one as a matter of fact.
      (Next scene starts off with the same office as before, but it is now occupied by a surgeon. Start on portrait which has moustache and beard and glasses being added by surgeon.)
      Surgeon: (picks up phone) No, no wrong number I'm a colleague of his, a surgeon who specializes in these kind of things. Yes thank you very much. (replaces phone) Next please. (knock at door) Come in. (Mr. Notlob enters; "Going to the Zoo" is faintly heard) Ah come in, please take a seat. My colleague who has a similar office has explained your case to me. Mr. Notlob, as you know I am a leading Harley Street surgeon... as seen on television. I'm afraid I'm going to have to operate. It's nothing to worry about although it is extremely dangerous. I shall be juggling with your life, I shall be playing ducks and drakes with your very existence, I shall be running me mits over the pith of your marrow. Yes! These hands, these fingers, these sophisticated organs of touch, these bunches of five, these maulers, these German bands that have pulled many a moribund unfortunate back from the very brink of Lazarus's box. No, it was Pandora's box wasn't it? Well anyway these wits have earned yours truly a lot of bread. So if you'll just step through here I'll slit you up a treat.
      Mr. Notlob: What?
      Surgeon: Mr. Notlob, there's nothing wrong with you that an expensive operation can't prolong.
      (Cut to operating theatre. The conversation and the guitar can still be heard. Mr. Notlob is on the table. Hit head is real but the rest of the body is fake. Table is covered with green cloth for reality. Surgeon is swabbing. "Going to the Zoo" is still audible.)
      Surgeon: Right, I'm ready to make the incision. Knife please, sister. (takes knife) What's that supposed to be?! Give me a big one.. (takes big knife and strops it on steel sharpener) Oh I do enjoy this. Right. (he stabs the fake body and makes a slit four feet long) Oh what a great slit. Now, gentlemen, I am going to open the slit.
      (He pulls it apart. The song gets louder. The head of a squatter pops out.)
      Squatter: Too much man, groovy, great scene. Great light show, baby.
      Surgeon: What are you doing in there?
      Squatter: We're doing our own thing, man.
      Surgeon: Have you got Mr. Notlob's permission to be in there?
      Squatter: We're squatters, baby.
      Surgeon: What? Nurse, wake [Mr. Notlob] up. (she slaps his face)
      Squatter: Don't get uptight, man. Join the scene and other phrases. Money isn't real.
      Surgeon: It is where I'm standing and it blows my mind, young lad. (looks inside Mr. Notlob) Good Lord! Is that a nude woman?
      Squatter: She's doing an article on us for Nova, man.
      Nude woman: Hi everyone. Are you part of the scene?
      Surgeon: Are you rolling your own jelly babies in there?
      Mr. Notlob: (waking up) What's going on? Who are they?
      Surgeon: That's what we are trying to find out.
      Notlob: What are they doing in my stomach?
      Surgeon: We don't know. Are they paying you any rent?
      Mr. Notlob: Of course they're not paying me rent!
      Squatter: You're not furnished, you fascist.
      Mr. Notlob: Get them out!
      Surgeon: I can't.
      Mr. Notlob: Get them out.
      Surgeon: No I can't. Not without a court order.
      Indian: (also appearing) Shut up. You're keeping us awake.
      Caption: ONE COURT ORDER LATER.
      (Some policemen walk in.)
      First Policeman: (into slit) You are hereby ordered to vacate Mr Notlob forthwith. And or.
      Squatter: Push off, fuzz.
      Policeman: Right, that's it, we're going in. Release the vicious dogs. (dives into slit)
      Animated head: What a terrible way to end a series! Why couldn't it end with something like this?
      (Cut to animation of a woman trying to get a baby girl to smile for a camera. She's so unsuccessful that she rips off parts of the little girl's body.)
      Animated head: Now there's an ending for you. Romance, lau-- (the foot lands on him)

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