Monty python where is my fish

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Please reload the page and try again. Like this: Like Loading Published by James L. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email required Address never made public. Name required. My big fat worthless degree. Teaching others hard work. Follow Following. Praline: I bleedin' well do and I've got one!

Can't be caught out there! Clerk: This is a dog license with the word 'dog' crossed out and 'cat' written in in crayon. Praline: The cat detector van from the Ministry of Housinge. Praline: It was spelt like that on the van. I'm very observant. I never seen so many bleedin' aerials. The man said their equipment could pinpoint a purr at four hundred yards, and Eric being such a happy cat was a piece of cake. Praline: There's nothing so odd about that. Kemel Attaturk had an entire menagerie called Abdul.

Praline: Spoken like a gentleman, sir. Now, are you going to give me a fish license? Clerk: I promise you that there is no such thing. You don't need one. Praline: Then I would like a statement to that effect signed by the Lord Mayor. Fanfare of trumpets. Mayor gorgeously dressed with dignitaries enters flanked by trumpeters. In long shot now.

The Mayor, who is nine foot high, and dignitaries approach a startled Praline. Organ music below a reverent voice over. Praline: Look, if you intend by that utilization of an obscure colloquialism to imply that my sanity is not up to scratch, or even to deny the semi-existence of my little chum Eric the half bee, I shall have to ask you to listen to this. Take it away, Eric the orchestra-leader. Praline sings : Half a bee, philosophically, Must, ipso facto, half not be.

But half the bee has got to be Vis a vis, its entity. D'you see? But can a bee be said to be Or not to be an entire bee When half the bee is not a bee Due to some ancient injury? Chorus: La dee dee, one two three, Eric the half a bee. Praline: Is this wretched demi-bee, Half-asleep upon my knee, Some freak from a menagerie?

It's Eric the half a bee! Chorus: Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee, Eric the half a bee. Ho ho ho, tee hee hee, Eric the half a bee. Praline: I love this hive, employee-ee, Bisected accidentally, One summer afternoon by me, I love him carnally. Postal clerk: A what? Praline: A license for my pet fish, Eric. Clerk: How did you know my name was Eric?

Clerk: What? Praline: He is an halibut. Clerk: You've got a pet halibut? Clerk: You must be a loony. Clerk: All right, all right, all right. A license? Praline: Yes! Clerk: For a fish. Clerk: You don't need a license for your cat. Clerk: There is no such thing as a bloody Cat license. Praline: Yes there is. Clerk: No there isn't. Praline: Is! Clerk: Isn't! Praline: What's that then?