
Bishop Monty Python
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[Bishop of Leicester: Michael Palin]
It is the dawn of time.
This Earth we know so well is a smoldering, inhospitable wilderness. No plants grow, no creature can survive.
The hard, implacable rocks that form our mountain ridges are being crushed and folded by forces which will take millions of years to shape them. These are the forces.
This is the power that drives the hand that drinks Treadmill, the mighty lager with the world's first great taste of fish!
[Music slows to a stop]
[Bishop & (Recording Technician: Eric Idle)]
(Bishop, don't say "of fish.")
Pardon?
[Music rewinds]
(Don't say "of fish" at the end, it doesn't mean anything.)
Ah, I see, fine. No "of fish," right?
(Just go from "these are the forces-")
Right.
(I'll give you a green.)
What?
(I'll give you a green light.)
Oh, um, right, thank you.
[Music resumes]
These are the forces. This is the power that drives the band that drinks-
(Hand.) [Music slows to a stop.]
Ah! Of course. Sorry. Sorry! Can't think of what came over me.
[Music rewinds]
(Well, we'll start again.)
What?
(We'll start again, bishop. Same place.)
Oh. Right!
[Music resumes]
These are the forces. This is the power that drives the hand that drinks Treadmill, the mighty lager with the world's first great taste of fish! [Music slows to a stop] Oh, damn. Sorry, sorry!
It is the dawn of time.
This Earth we know so well is a smoldering, inhospitable wilderness. No plants grow, no creature can survive.
The hard, implacable rocks that form our mountain ridges are being crushed and folded by forces which will take millions of years to shape them. These are the forces.
This is the power that drives the hand that drinks Treadmill, the mighty lager with the world's first great taste of fish!
[Music slows to a stop]
[Bishop & (Recording Technician: Eric Idle)]
(Bishop, don't say "of fish.")
Pardon?
[Music rewinds]
(Don't say "of fish" at the end, it doesn't mean anything.)
Ah, I see, fine. No "of fish," right?
(Just go from "these are the forces-")
Right.
(I'll give you a green.)
What?
(I'll give you a green light.)
Oh, um, right, thank you.
[Music resumes]
These are the forces. This is the power that drives the band that drinks-
(Hand.) [Music slows to a stop.]
Ah! Of course. Sorry. Sorry! Can't think of what came over me.
[Music rewinds]
(Well, we'll start again.)
What?
(We'll start again, bishop. Same place.)
Oh. Right!
[Music resumes]
These are the forces. This is the power that drives the hand that drinks Treadmill, the mighty lager with the world's first great taste of fish! [Music slows to a stop] Oh, damn. Sorry, sorry!
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