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So, I'm pretty tired today, but I must say, it has been a wonderful weekend, alas, it is over... Monday is here again. I would like to share with you one of my favorite Monty Python sketches... The dead parrot sketch.


A customer enters a pet shop.
Customer: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.
(The owner does not respond.)
Customer: 'Ello, Miss?
Owner: What do you mean "miss"?
C: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
O: We're closin' for lunch.
C: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
O: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Blue...What's wrong with it?
C: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, he's dead, that's what's wrong with it!
O: No, no, he's resting.
C: Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
O: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, idn'it? Beautiful plumage!
C: The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead.
O: Nononono, no, no! He's resting!
C: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up!
(shouting at the cage)
'Ello, Polly Parrot! I've got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you when you wake up Polly...(owner hits the cage)
O: There, he moved!
C: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the cage!
O: I never!!
C: Yes, you did!
O: I never, never did anything...
C: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELLO POLLY!!!!!
(Takes parrot out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)
C: Now that's what I call a dead parrot.
O: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!
C: STUNNED?!? That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.
O: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the fjords.
C: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got him home?
O: The Norwegian Blue prefers kippin' on it's back! Remarkable bird, id'nit? Lovely plumage!
C: Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been NAILED there.
O: Well, o'course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that bird down, it would have nuzzled up to those bars, and VOOM!
C: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this bird wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts through it! He's bleedin' demised!
O: No no! He's pining!
C: He's not pinin'! He's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! He's expired and gone to meet his maker!
He's a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the perch he'd be pushing up the daisies! 'E's off the twig! He's kicked the bucket, he's shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the choir invisibile!!
THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
(pause)
O: Well, I'd better replace it, then.
C: If you want to get anything done in the country you have to complain until you're blue in the mouth.
(he takes a quick peek behind the counter)
O: We're right out of parrots.
C: I see. I see, I get the picture.
O: I got a slug.
(pause)
C: Does it talk?
O: Not really, no.
C: WELL IT'S HARDLY A REPLACEMENT, IS IT?!!???!!?
O: Look, if you go to my brother's pet shop in Bolton, he'll replace the parrot for you.
C: Bolton, eh? Very well.
The customer leaves.