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Re: They guessed the acronym.
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**DONOTDELETE**
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Re: They guessed the acronym.
"I don't want to get married. I want to si-"
"No, no we'll be having none of that!"
"I don't want to get married. I want to si-"
"No, no we'll be having none of that!"
WorkingClassHero
Member
Re: They guessed the acronym.
What else do we have in common?
I'll give it a shot: who here *doesn't* like pie?
What else do we have in common?
I'll give it a shot: who here *doesn't* like pie?
PillowRock
Regular
Re: They guessed the acronym.
To a certain extent, it depends on the type of pie. Some are better than others. That's related to the fact that, to agiven individual's tastes, some fruits (or other possible fillings) are better than others.
To a certain extent, it depends on the type of pie. Some are better than others. That's related to the fact that, to agiven individual's tastes, some fruits (or other possible fillings) are better than others.
Joseph DeMartino
Moderator
Re: They guessed the acronym.
The answer is obvious - whimsy!
From Pete Darby (p.j.darby@kosher.cant.ac.uk)
LORIEN: Answer me these questions three, ere ye stay in this galaxy.
G'KAR steps forward.
G'KAR: Ask your questions, bridgekeeper, I'm not afraid.
LORIEN: Who are you?
G'KAR: Citizen G'Kar of the Narn Regime.
LORIEN: What do you want?
G'KAR: To carve the Centauris' bones into flutes for our children.
LORIEN: Why are you here?
G'KAR: To strangle the Centauri Emperor.
LORIEN: Right, off you go then.
G'KAR departs over the bridge.
MORDEN: That looks easy!
LORIEN: Who are you?
MORDEN: Mr. Morden.
LORIEN: What do you want?
MORDEN: To destroy the weaker species.
LORIEN: How does Delenn manage to get her hair to go under a bone that grows out of her head?
MORDEN: Eh? I don't know--AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...
MORDEN is cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril.
LORIEN: Next?
IVANOVA: Ask away, I'm not afraid.
LORIEN: Who are you?
IVANOVA: Susan Ivanova.
LORIEN: What do you want?
IVANOVA: To be paid for episodes I won't be appearing in.
LORIEN: Are you going to sign the same contract for Season five as everyone else?
IVANOVA: Yes. I mean no. I mean, I need an extension. I mean--AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...
IVANOVA is cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril.
LORIEN: Who are you?
SHERIDAN: Captain John Sheridan.
LORIEN: What do you want?
SHERIDAN: To rid the galaxy of the elder races.
LORIEN: Who is the leader of the Drazi?
SHERIDAN: What do you mean--green or purple?
LORIEN: I don't know--AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...
LORIEN is cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril.
DELENN: How do you know so much about Drazi?
SHERIDAN: Well, when you're the One you have to know these things.
(More at Babylon 5's Flying Circus)
Regards,
Joe
Very interesting......why do B5 fans ALSO like Python?? What do they have in common???
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Discuss.
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The answer is obvious - whimsy!
From Pete Darby (p.j.darby@kosher.cant.ac.uk)
LORIEN: Answer me these questions three, ere ye stay in this galaxy.
G'KAR steps forward.
G'KAR: Ask your questions, bridgekeeper, I'm not afraid.
LORIEN: Who are you?
G'KAR: Citizen G'Kar of the Narn Regime.
LORIEN: What do you want?
G'KAR: To carve the Centauris' bones into flutes for our children.
LORIEN: Why are you here?
G'KAR: To strangle the Centauri Emperor.
LORIEN: Right, off you go then.
G'KAR departs over the bridge.
MORDEN: That looks easy!
LORIEN: Who are you?
MORDEN: Mr. Morden.
LORIEN: What do you want?
MORDEN: To destroy the weaker species.
LORIEN: How does Delenn manage to get her hair to go under a bone that grows out of her head?
MORDEN: Eh? I don't know--AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...
MORDEN is cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril.
LORIEN: Next?
IVANOVA: Ask away, I'm not afraid.
LORIEN: Who are you?
IVANOVA: Susan Ivanova.
LORIEN: What do you want?
IVANOVA: To be paid for episodes I won't be appearing in.
LORIEN: Are you going to sign the same contract for Season five as everyone else?
IVANOVA: Yes. I mean no. I mean, I need an extension. I mean--AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...
IVANOVA is cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril.
LORIEN: Who are you?
SHERIDAN: Captain John Sheridan.
LORIEN: What do you want?
SHERIDAN: To rid the galaxy of the elder races.
LORIEN: Who is the leader of the Drazi?
SHERIDAN: What do you mean--green or purple?
LORIEN: I don't know--AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...
LORIEN is cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril.
DELENN: How do you know so much about Drazi?
SHERIDAN: Well, when you're the One you have to know these things.
(More at Babylon 5's Flying Circus)
Regards,
Joe
vacantlook
Super Moderator
Re: They guessed the acronym.
Yes, you must give us all a spanking. And then,... the oral sex.
Yes, you must give us all a spanking. And then,... the oral sex.
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**DONOTDELETE**
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Re: They guessed the acronym.
Yes! Yes! The oral sex!
Yes! Yes! The oral sex!
Capt. Neville
Regular
Re: They guessed the acronym.
Well, I could stay a *bit* longer...
--mcn
Well, I could stay a *bit* longer...
--mcn
vacantlook
Super Moderator
Re: They guessed the acronym.
I always thought it was hillarious that those women had a Grail-shaped sky signal.
And another of my favorite parts is the one knight (why can't I remember his name?) running across the field and every time they cut away and cut back to him he's running at the exact same spot way off in the distance.
And I also love how the historian is suddenly cut down by a knight charging by. It comes so out of nowhere!
I always thought it was hillarious that those women had a Grail-shaped sky signal.
And another of my favorite parts is the one knight (why can't I remember his name?) running across the field and every time they cut away and cut back to him he's running at the exact same spot way off in the distance.
And I also love how the historian is suddenly cut down by a knight charging by. It comes so out of nowhere!
Capt. Neville
Regular
Re: They guessed the acronym.
That would be Lancelot.
Message for you, sir...
-mcn
That would be Lancelot.
Message for you, sir...
-mcn
colonyearth
Regular
Re: They guessed the acronym.
For those of you who haven't caught the other tread:
Join us in the other thread or speculate further and whine here...
For those of you who haven't caught the other tread:
Join us in the other thread or speculate further and whine here...
Elenopa
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Oatley1
Beyond the rim
Re: They guessed the acronym.
Check out my signature!
Or how about this?
Drazi: Hello, I wish to register a complaint . . . Hello? Miss?
Sheridan: What do you mean, miss?
Drazi: Oh, I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint.
Sheridan: Sorry, Babylon 5 is closing for lunch.
Drazi: Never mind that my lad, I wish to complain about this Ranger what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very Space Station.
Sheridan: Oh yes, the "Marcus Cole". What's wrong with him?
Drazi: I'll tell you what's wrong with him. He's dead, that's what's wrong with him.
Sheridan: No, no he's resting, look!
Drazi: Look my lad, I know a dead Ranger when I see one and I'm looking at one right now.
Sheridan: No, no sir, he's not dead. He's resting.
Drazi: Resting?
Sheridan: Yeah, remarkable Ranger the Marcus Cole, beautiful beard, innit?
Drazi: The beard don't enter into it -- he's stone dead.
Sheridan: No, no -- he's just resting.
Drazi: All right then, if he's resting I'll wake him up. (shouts into cryogenics chanber) Hello Ranger! I've got Susan Ivanova here for you when you wake up, Marcus Cole!
Sheridan: (jogging chamber) There it moved.
Drazi: No he didn't. That was you pushing the case.
Sheridan: I did not.
Drazi: Yes, you did. (takes Marcus out of case, shouts) Hello Ranger(bangs Marcus' head against counter) Marcus Cole, wake up. Ranger. (throws Marcus in the air and lets him fall to the floor) Now that's what I call a dead Ranger.
Sheridan: No, no he's stunned.
Drazi: Look my lad, I've had just about enough of this. That Ranger is definitely deceased. And when I bought him not half an hour ago, you assured me that his lack of movement was due to him being tired and shagged out after a long fight with a Mimbari.
Sheridan: He's probably pining for Susan Ivanova.
Drazi: Pining for Susan Ivanova, what kind of talk is that? Look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got to the Drazi Homeworld?
Sheridan: The Marcul Cole prefers kipping on his back, like the Mimbari. Beautiful Ranger, lovely beard.
Drazi: Look, I took the liberty of examining that Ranger, and I discovered that the only reason that he had been sitting on his chair in the first place was that he had been nailed there.
Sheridan: Well of course he was nailed there. Otherwise he would muscle up to the nearest Jump Gate and voom.
Drazi: Look matey (picks up Marcus) this Ranger wouldn't voom if I put four thousand volts through him. He's bleeding demised.
Sheridan: He's not, he's pining.
Drazi: He's not pining, he's passed on. This Ranger is no more. He has ceased to be. He's expired and gone to meet the Great Maker. This is a late Ranger. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed him to the chair, he would be pushing up the daisies. He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-Ranger.
Sheridan: Well, I'd better replace it then.
Drazi: If you want to get anything done in this sector you've got to complain till you're blue in the mouth.
Sheridan: Sorry guv, we're right out of Rangers.
Drazi: I see. I see. I get the picture.
Sheridan: I've got a Pak'ma'ra.
Drazi: Does it talk?
Sheridan: Not really, no.
Drazi: Well, it's scarcely a replacement, then is it?
Sheridan: Listen, I'll tell you what, (handing over a card) tell you what, if you go to my wife's Ranger camp in Mimbar she'll replace your Ranger for you.
Drazi: Mimbar eh?
Sheridan: Yeah.
Drazi: All right. (He leaves, taking the Ranger).
CAPTION: A SIMILAR PET SHOP IN MIMBAR
Close-up of sign on door reading: 'Similar Ranger Shops Ltd'. Pull back from sign to see same pet shop. Sheridan now has a beard. Drazi walks into shop. He looks around with interest, noticing the empty Ranger case still on the floor.
Drazi: Er, excuse me. This is Mimbar, is it?
Sheridan: No, no it's, er, Earth.
Drazi: (to camera) That's those Earth transports for you. (leaves)
Person in Centauri outfit standing at complaints desk for Earth Transports. Drazi approaches.
Drazi: I wish to make a complaint.
Londo: I don't have to do this, you know.
Drazi: I beg your pardon?
Londo: I'm a qualified diplomat. I only do this because I like being my own boss.
Drazi: Er, excuse me, this is irrelevant, isn't it?
Londo: Oh yeah, it's not easy to pad these out to thirty minutes.
Drazi: Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Mimbari transport and found myself deposited here on Earth.
Londo: No, this is Mimbar.
Drazi: (to camera) The Ranger's owner's wife's husband was lying.
Londo: Well you can't blame Earth Transports for that.
Drazi: If this is Mimbar, I shall return to the Ranger shop.
CAPTION: 'A LITTLE LATER LTD.'
Drazi walks into the shop again.
Drazi: I understand that this is Mimbar.
Sheridan: Yes.
Drazi: Well, you told me it was Earth.
Sheridan: It was a pun.
Drazi: A pun?
Sheridan: No, no, not a pun, no. What's the other thing which reads the same backwards as forwards?
Drazi: A palindrome?
Sheridan: Yes, yes.
Drazi: It's not a palindrome. The palindrome of Mimbar would be Rabmim. It don't work.
Sheridan: Look, what do you want?
Drazi: No I'm sorry, I'm not prepared to pursue my line of enquiry any further as I think this is getting too silly.
Kosh: (coming in) Quite agree. Quite agree. Silly. Silly . . . silly. Right get on with it. Get on with it.
Taken from http://www.geocities.com/Athens/6666/Fancy/mp_parrot.html
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Or how about this?
Drazi: Hello, I wish to register a complaint . . . Hello? Miss?
Sheridan: What do you mean, miss?
Drazi: Oh, I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint.
Sheridan: Sorry, Babylon 5 is closing for lunch.
Drazi: Never mind that my lad, I wish to complain about this Ranger what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very Space Station.
Sheridan: Oh yes, the "Marcus Cole". What's wrong with him?
Drazi: I'll tell you what's wrong with him. He's dead, that's what's wrong with him.
Sheridan: No, no he's resting, look!
Drazi: Look my lad, I know a dead Ranger when I see one and I'm looking at one right now.
Sheridan: No, no sir, he's not dead. He's resting.
Drazi: Resting?
Sheridan: Yeah, remarkable Ranger the Marcus Cole, beautiful beard, innit?
Drazi: The beard don't enter into it -- he's stone dead.
Sheridan: No, no -- he's just resting.
Drazi: All right then, if he's resting I'll wake him up. (shouts into cryogenics chanber) Hello Ranger! I've got Susan Ivanova here for you when you wake up, Marcus Cole!
Sheridan: (jogging chamber) There it moved.
Drazi: No he didn't. That was you pushing the case.
Sheridan: I did not.
Drazi: Yes, you did. (takes Marcus out of case, shouts) Hello Ranger(bangs Marcus' head against counter) Marcus Cole, wake up. Ranger. (throws Marcus in the air and lets him fall to the floor) Now that's what I call a dead Ranger.
Sheridan: No, no he's stunned.
Drazi: Look my lad, I've had just about enough of this. That Ranger is definitely deceased. And when I bought him not half an hour ago, you assured me that his lack of movement was due to him being tired and shagged out after a long fight with a Mimbari.
Sheridan: He's probably pining for Susan Ivanova.
Drazi: Pining for Susan Ivanova, what kind of talk is that? Look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got to the Drazi Homeworld?
Sheridan: The Marcul Cole prefers kipping on his back, like the Mimbari. Beautiful Ranger, lovely beard.
Drazi: Look, I took the liberty of examining that Ranger, and I discovered that the only reason that he had been sitting on his chair in the first place was that he had been nailed there.
Sheridan: Well of course he was nailed there. Otherwise he would muscle up to the nearest Jump Gate and voom.
Drazi: Look matey (picks up Marcus) this Ranger wouldn't voom if I put four thousand volts through him. He's bleeding demised.
Sheridan: He's not, he's pining.
Drazi: He's not pining, he's passed on. This Ranger is no more. He has ceased to be. He's expired and gone to meet the Great Maker. This is a late Ranger. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed him to the chair, he would be pushing up the daisies. He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-Ranger.
Sheridan: Well, I'd better replace it then.
Drazi: If you want to get anything done in this sector you've got to complain till you're blue in the mouth.
Sheridan: Sorry guv, we're right out of Rangers.
Drazi: I see. I see. I get the picture.
Sheridan: I've got a Pak'ma'ra.
Drazi: Does it talk?
Sheridan: Not really, no.
Drazi: Well, it's scarcely a replacement, then is it?
Sheridan: Listen, I'll tell you what, (handing over a card) tell you what, if you go to my wife's Ranger camp in Mimbar she'll replace your Ranger for you.
Drazi: Mimbar eh?
Sheridan: Yeah.
Drazi: All right. (He leaves, taking the Ranger).
CAPTION: A SIMILAR PET SHOP IN MIMBAR
Close-up of sign on door reading: 'Similar Ranger Shops Ltd'. Pull back from sign to see same pet shop. Sheridan now has a beard. Drazi walks into shop. He looks around with interest, noticing the empty Ranger case still on the floor.
Drazi: Er, excuse me. This is Mimbar, is it?
Sheridan: No, no it's, er, Earth.
Drazi: (to camera) That's those Earth transports for you. (leaves)
Person in Centauri outfit standing at complaints desk for Earth Transports. Drazi approaches.
Drazi: I wish to make a complaint.
Londo: I don't have to do this, you know.
Drazi: I beg your pardon?
Londo: I'm a qualified diplomat. I only do this because I like being my own boss.
Drazi: Er, excuse me, this is irrelevant, isn't it?
Londo: Oh yeah, it's not easy to pad these out to thirty minutes.
Drazi: Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Mimbari transport and found myself deposited here on Earth.
Londo: No, this is Mimbar.
Drazi: (to camera) The Ranger's owner's wife's husband was lying.
Londo: Well you can't blame Earth Transports for that.
Drazi: If this is Mimbar, I shall return to the Ranger shop.
CAPTION: 'A LITTLE LATER LTD.'
Drazi walks into the shop again.
Drazi: I understand that this is Mimbar.
Sheridan: Yes.
Drazi: Well, you told me it was Earth.
Sheridan: It was a pun.
Drazi: A pun?
Sheridan: No, no, not a pun, no. What's the other thing which reads the same backwards as forwards?
Drazi: A palindrome?
Sheridan: Yes, yes.
Drazi: It's not a palindrome. The palindrome of Mimbar would be Rabmim. It don't work.
Sheridan: Look, what do you want?
Drazi: No I'm sorry, I'm not prepared to pursue my line of enquiry any further as I think this is getting too silly.
Kosh: (coming in) Quite agree. Quite agree. Silly. Silly . . . silly. Right get on with it. Get on with it.
Taken from http://www.geocities.com/Athens/6666/Fancy/mp_parrot.html
Re: They guessed the acronym.
"MY BRAIN HURTS"!!
It's incredible, really. I'm old enough to have watched Monty Python when it was FIRST shown on British TV
and here we are in 2004 quoting the sacred "Parrot Sketch"!
I once acted out the entire sketch, on stage, at the end of a business conference as a "parable" of how you need a person in a job who actually WANTS to be there! ("I wanted to be a lumber-jack"). Glad to say it brought the house down, but that was many years ago.
"TOO SILLY!....BACK TO THE THREAD".
"MY BRAIN HURTS"!!
It's incredible, really. I'm old enough to have watched Monty Python when it was FIRST shown on British TV
and here we are in 2004 quoting the sacred "Parrot Sketch"!
I once acted out the entire sketch, on stage, at the end of a business conference as a "parable" of how you need a person in a job who actually WANTS to be there! ("I wanted to be a lumber-jack"). Glad to say it brought the house down, but that was many years ago.
"TOO SILLY!....BACK TO THE THREAD".
