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and all we had to eat was a handful of warm gravel
Ok folks U asked 4 it so here it is, the full sketch(& apolligies 4 any foul words
The "We Were Poor" Sketch from "Monty Python Live at City Center" and "Monty
Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl"
Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. "Farewell
to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.
Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine,
ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.
Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin'
here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup
o' tea.
GC: A cup ' COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
TG: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a
rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money
doesn't buy you happiness."
EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to
live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one
room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the
floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for
fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a
corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a
palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish
tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting
fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered
by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and
live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty
of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in
a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the
morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down
mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home,
out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in
the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to
work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad
would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we
were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox
at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues.
We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four
hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we
got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night,
half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump
of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill
owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,
our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves
singing "Hallelujah."
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't
believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..
My Brain Hurts lol
The "We Were Poor" Sketch from "Monty Python Live at City Center" and "Monty
Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl"
Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. "Farewell
to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.
Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine,
ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.
Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin'
here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup
o' tea.
GC: A cup ' COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
TG: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a
rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money
doesn't buy you happiness."
EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to
live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one
room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the
floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for
fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a
corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a
palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish
tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting
fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered
by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and
live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty
of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in
a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the
morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down
mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home,
out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in
the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to
work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad
would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we
were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox
at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues.
We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four
hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we
got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night,
half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump
of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill
owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,
our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves
singing "Hallelujah."
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't
believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..
My Brain Hurts lol
ok i found it its a scene from HOLLYWOOD BOWL
Four Yorkshiremen
Yorkshireman I (Eric Idle):
Very passable, this, eh? Very passable.
All:
Ay, oh ay.
Yorkshireman II (Graham Chapman):
Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselet, eh, Josiah?
Yorkshireman III (Terry Jones):
Oh, you're right there, Obadiah.
Yorkshireman II:
Ay.
Yorkshireman I:
Who would have thought, thirty years ago, we'd all be sitting here drinking Château de Chaselet, eh?
All:
Ay, ay.
Yorkshireman IV (Michael Palin)
Them days we were glad to have the price of a cup of tea.
Yorkshireman II:
Ay! A cup of cold tea!
Yorkshireman IV:
Ay!
Yorkshireman I:
Without milk or sugar!
Yorkshireman III:
Or tea!
Yorkshireman IV:
In a cracked cup and all.
Yorkshireman I:
Oh, we never used to have a cup! We used to have to drink out of a rolled-up newspaper!
Yorkshireman II:
The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
Yorkshireman III:
But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor.
Yorkshireman IV:
Because we were poor!
Yorkshireman III:
Ay!
Yorkshireman IV:
My old dad used to say to me: "Money doesn't bring you happiness, son!"
Yorkshireman I:
He was right!
Yorkshireman IV:
Ay!
Yorkshireman I:
I was happier then and I had nothing! We used to live in this tiny old tumble-down house with great big holes in the roof.
Yorkshireman II:
House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, half the floor was missing, we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
Yorkshireman III:
You were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in the corridor!
Yorkshireman IV:
Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House, huh!
Yorkshireman I:
Well, when I say "house", it was just a hole in the ground, covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us!
Yorkshireman II:
We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go and live in a lake!
Yorkshireman III:
You were lucky to have a lake! There were 150 of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road!
Yorkshireman IV:
A cardboard box?
Yorkshireman III:
Ay!
Yorkshireman IV:
You were lucky! We lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper in a septic tank! We used to have to get up every morning, at six o'clock and clean the newspaper, go to work down the mill, fourteen hours a day, week in, week out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home, our dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
Yorkshireman II:
Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work twenty hours a day at mill, for twopence a month, come home, and dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
Yorkshireman III:
Well, of course, we had it tough! We used to have to get up out of the shoebox in the middle of the night, and lick the road clean with our tongues! We had to eat half a handful of freezing cold gravel, work twenty-four hours a day at mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our dad would slice us in two with a breadknife!
Yorkshireman I:
Right! I had to get up in the morning, at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty- nine hours a day down mill and pay mill-owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our dad would kill us and dance about on our graves, singing Hallelujah!
Yorkshireman IV:
Oh, ay. And you try and tell the young people of today that, and they won't believe you!
All:
No, no they won't!
Four Yorkshiremen
Yorkshireman I (Eric Idle):
Very passable, this, eh? Very passable.
All:
Ay, oh ay.
Yorkshireman II (Graham Chapman):
Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselet, eh, Josiah?
Yorkshireman III (Terry Jones):
Oh, you're right there, Obadiah.
Yorkshireman II:
Ay.
Yorkshireman I:
Who would have thought, thirty years ago, we'd all be sitting here drinking Château de Chaselet, eh?
All:
Ay, ay.
Yorkshireman IV (Michael Palin)
Them days we were glad to have the price of a cup of tea.
Yorkshireman II:
Ay! A cup of cold tea!
Yorkshireman IV:
Ay!
Yorkshireman I:
Without milk or sugar!
Yorkshireman III:
Or tea!
Yorkshireman IV:
In a cracked cup and all.
Yorkshireman I:
Oh, we never used to have a cup! We used to have to drink out of a rolled-up newspaper!
Yorkshireman II:
The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
Yorkshireman III:
But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor.
Yorkshireman IV:
Because we were poor!
Yorkshireman III:
Ay!
Yorkshireman IV:
My old dad used to say to me: "Money doesn't bring you happiness, son!"
Yorkshireman I:
He was right!
Yorkshireman IV:
Ay!
Yorkshireman I:
I was happier then and I had nothing! We used to live in this tiny old tumble-down house with great big holes in the roof.
Yorkshireman II:
House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, half the floor was missing, we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
Yorkshireman III:
You were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in the corridor!
Yorkshireman IV:
Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House, huh!
Yorkshireman I:
Well, when I say "house", it was just a hole in the ground, covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us!
Yorkshireman II:
We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go and live in a lake!
Yorkshireman III:
You were lucky to have a lake! There were 150 of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road!
Yorkshireman IV:
A cardboard box?
Yorkshireman III:
Ay!
Yorkshireman IV:
You were lucky! We lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper in a septic tank! We used to have to get up every morning, at six o'clock and clean the newspaper, go to work down the mill, fourteen hours a day, week in, week out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home, our dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
Yorkshireman II:
Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work twenty hours a day at mill, for twopence a month, come home, and dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
Yorkshireman III:
Well, of course, we had it tough! We used to have to get up out of the shoebox in the middle of the night, and lick the road clean with our tongues! We had to eat half a handful of freezing cold gravel, work twenty-four hours a day at mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our dad would slice us in two with a breadknife!
Yorkshireman I:
Right! I had to get up in the morning, at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty- nine hours a day down mill and pay mill-owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our dad would kill us and dance about on our graves, singing Hallelujah!
Yorkshireman IV:
Oh, ay. And you try and tell the young people of today that, and they won't believe you!
All:
No, no they won't!
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