YAS: Ill Met by Goonlight S07E23 (long)
Fred
This one from John Koster.
Any further corrections or clarifications appreciated, goonish replies not
required.
(Please don't quote the whole thing when replying)
Unclear bits marked ~~~, unsure bits marked (???)
Thanks.
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GREENSLADE: This is the BBC Home Service.
SEAGOON: Joke number one: What did the elder statesman say when he read the
Sunday Times?
SELLERS (CHURCHILL): I'll kill that fellow Alan Brooke one of these days...
ORCHESTRA: Tatty chord.
GREENSLADE: Good heavens, that sounds like the Goon Show chord in C.
SEAGOON: It is, mister Greenslade, with the whole might of the BBC poised
behind it.
GREENSLADE: Gad, it all sounds so romantic.
SEAGOON: Romantic's the word. You should see Broadcasting House at dawn,
and see those bright-eyed typists rolling in at the crack of half past ten.
GREENSLADE: A little late, isn't it?
SEAGOON: Perhaps. But once they're in those girls don't waste a moment,
huhuhum, it's coats off, sleeves up and straight down to the canteen!
GREENSLADE: Oooh, ooh, per ardua.
SEAGOON: So, you've got a touch of the old ardua's, eh? hahaha, ooh it's
March. Well, as I was saying, by eleven-thirty the BBC is a hive of
inactivity.
GREENSLADE: What a life that must be, do you think I could become a typist?
SEAGOON: Only if you change your shape. Ahem. Now then Wal, the old posh
announcement, the old posh radio chat there. Come on Wal. He's a lovely
talker.
GREENSLADE: Ladies, ladies...
SEAGOON: ~~~ Look at that ~~~~ Give us the full facts Wal (???) Give us the
old posh chat there
GREENSLADE: Liddies and...
SEAGOON: ~~~~off at the end there Wal
GREENSLADE: Ladies and gentlebong, tonight with the aid of the new steam
leather microphone we tell of yet another of those remarkable war stories :
"Ill met by Goonlight".
ORCHESTRA: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles.
GRAMS: Typewriter.
MILLIGAN: The War Office, 1942, or if you're in the Navy: the Admiralty,
1944.
SEAGOON: Ah, good morning, major Sprad
MAJOR SPRAD: Good morning lieutenant Seagoon, sir.
SEAGOON: Now then...
AMERICAN OFFICER: Sir, the American Sixth Fleet is ready, sir.
SEAGOON: Right, put it on the mantelpiece. I'll smoke it later.
FX: Telephone ringing.
SEAGOON: Six bells!. Must be the phone.
FX: Telephone being picked up.
SEAGOON: Hello folks!
GENERAL MONTGOONERY (MILLIGAN): Hello Seagoon. (singing) Helllo Seagooooon.
SEAGOON: (singing) Hellooo!
GENERAL MONTGOONERY: Eh, General Montgoonery here. I want you to come over
to Combined Ops, at once, (singing) At onceeee! I'll have a crane pick you
up.
FX: Telephone down.
SEAGOON: Scran? (?) Keep my pyjamas in the oven and my wife in the fridge.
I might be late.
THROAT: Right, mate.
ORCHESTRA: Link chords.
GRAMS: Lift going up, stopping
LIFTBOY (SELLERS): Admiralty, third floor, battleships, submarines,
Combined Ops and a rotten beast of a Wren (*1) called Frida Brothel.
FX: Door opening, closing
SEAGOON: Seagoon RN, reporting sir.
OFFICER 1 (SELLERS): Seagoon, something big has just come up.
SEAGOON: What?
OFFICER 1: You!
SEAGOON: What? Whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhat? It's a lie, I tell you! I've lost
a stone. I took my boots off.
OFFICER 2 (MILLIGAN): Lieutenant Seagoon,...
SEAGOON: Wee, wee, wee...
OFFICER 2: ...do sit down will you.
GRAMS: Wood crumbling.
OFFICER 2: Curse! Dry rot! I didn't know you had it. Now then, tell me,
this is general Platt, ...,
SEAGOON: Humhumhum
OFFICER 2: brigadier ~~~Quespon (???),
BRIGADIER & SEAGOON: How do you do
OFFICER 2: Admiral Plin Thursby...
SEAGOON: How do you do.
OFFICER 2: and Wollington Foo-Scrampson,
SCRAMPSON: How do you do
OFFICER 2: And that's Scromson Scramson awee
SEAGOON: Hello
OFFICER 2: And Scremsonawee and Scripi I ho a wee
SEAGOON: Hello folks, hello folks!
OFFICER 1: Seagoon, we sent for you for quite a reason, lad. Have you ever
heard of a place called Crete?
SEAGOON: No, but any good taxi driver will take me there.
OFFICER 1 (agitated): I don't think you're quite with it Seagoon, humph.
(normal voice again) Crete is in the Mediterranean, you know.
SEAGOON: Won't it get wet?
OFFICER 1: What? It's got an umbrella, you idiot!
SEAGOON: Good!
OFFICER 1: Commander Greenslade, explain your infallible plot.
GREENSLADE, Jove, yes. Seagoon, the isle of Crete is held by a series of
naughty-type Germans. Now, it's about their commander, general von Guttern.
OFFICER 1: Yes, we want you to get him.
SEAGOON: You want me to get him what?
OFFICER 1: You want a punch up the conk?
SEAGOON: No, thanks, I'm driving.
OFFICER 1: What?
OFFICER 2: Seagoon, you see Seagoon, (singing) you see Seagoooon. You see
Seagoon, we want you to capture general von Guttern.
SEAGOON: Me? Capture a dirty big German?
OFFICER 1 & OFFICER 2: Yes.
SEAGOON: What? I'm off!
GRAMS: Seagoon singing "We'll see a welcome in the hillside..." accompanied
by running footsteps, sped up under...
OFFICER 1: Quick! Stop him before he gets back to Wales!
ORCHESTRA: Dramatic link, Milligan singing the last notes
GREENSLADE: They gave chase, and finally caught Seagoon...
SEAGOON: Yes! But I made them come to me on their knees.
GREENSLADE: Why?
SEAGOON: I was hiding in a drain.
GRAMS: Soldiers being drilled, under...
SEAGOON: The following December on the third of January I was send to the
Marine Commando Spaghetti Hurling Depot at Rhyll (*2)
ORCHESTRA: Bloodnok theme.
BLOODNOK: Ohohow, ohohow, oow, that's better. You know I was inspecting me
knees for storm damage, when suddenly, in walks that singing Welshman
Neddie "Where Are Me Legs" Seagoon.
SEAGOON: I'm sorry to butt in during knee inspection, Bloodnok, but I'm the
volunteer for the Crete job.
BLOODNOK: Oho, I see, right. Unchain him, sergeant.
FX: Chains rattling, under...
SERGEANT THROAT: Right mate.
SEAGOON: Ooh. Now major, what's all this spaghetti hurling about?
BLOODNOK: Well, you see, lad, it's the Bloodnok method of ending the war,
you see.
SEAGOON: I see.
BLOODNOK: Each commando, oohhoo, is issued with an army sock full of
lukewarm spaghetti, you see, then when he meets a Hun full-face, it's
Whoosh-putt-nuk-Mcnool! Right in the square-head's mush. And by the time
the Jerries have scraped it off, it's too late! The pubs are all shut, lad!
SEAGOON: But why use spaghetti?
BLOODNOK: But don't you see, you military fool? When a German is struck
with the full force of spaghetti he'll think the Italians have turned on
them, you see!
SEAGOON: What a brilliantly mediocre idea!
BLOODNOK: Ohohoho.
SEAGOON: You'll get an OBE for this.
BLOODNOK: Oh good, my last one died.
SEAGOON: Well, we've all got to go sometime.
BLOODNOK: Yes, I went this morning, it was hell in there you know...
ohohoho, dear
SEAGOON: Well, major...
BLOODNOK: Ohooo! ~~~~~~
SEAGOON: Well major, I'll see you at the briefing room at 0 600 hours.
BLOODNOK: Ohoho!
ORCHESTRA: Dramatic link.
ALL: Rhubarbs, custard, cheddar cheese.
GLADYS (Ellington): Eyes front there! Put those wrens out! Commanding
officer?
OFFICER 1: Thank you Gladys, at ease. Now are we all here?
ECCLES: I'm not all here. (Mumbled singing)
OFFICER 1: What did you say?
ECCLES: I said ~~~~
OFFICER 1: Then would you mind putting your head on this table?
ECCLES: Right.
FX: Bang!
ECCLES: Aaahooow! Awahuwahuwaaauw!
OFFICER 1: Say "Sir" when you go "Auwhuahuau" to me.
ECCLES: Auhuauhuauw, sir!
OFFICER 1: Thank you. Now lieutenant Seagoon, you've been chosen to lead
the raid on Crete, so let's put you in the picture. Quiet Bloodnok.
SEAGOON: Too late, Dirk Bogarde is already in it.
ORCHESTRA: Tatty chord.
SEAGOON: Hoi!
OFFICER 1: Seagoon, stop those brilliant Movietone jokes, you. Now listen,
you'll be put ashore from the submarine alone, with three men with
blackened faces.
SEAGOON: Three? I've only been given enough blacking for two.
OFFICER 1: One of the men is Ray Ellington. Any questions?
ELLINGTON: It ain't fair, just because I've got a sunlamp!
OFFICER 1: Well I, well, that's how it goes, Ellington.
ELLINGTON: Yeah? And this is how this goes...
RAY ELLINGTON QUARTET - "Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea"
GREENSLADE: Ill met by Goonlight, part two. Part two? Gosh, doesn't time
fly?
ECCLES: (Mumbled singing)
GRAMS: Train
SEAGOON: With others on the Crete mission we had trained at midnight for
Portsmouth.
GRAMS: Train compartment door opening, closing
TICKET COLLECTOR (WILLIUM, SELLERS): All tickets please, all tickets. 'Ere,
you three under the seat, tickets?
SEAGOON: Curse! He spotted us! Huuuahum.
TICKET COLLECTOR: Come on now, what you're 'idin' hunder the seat for?
SEAGOON: Well, hahohehahehohii. We're on a secret mission, and we thought
you were a German spy.
TICKET COLLECTOR: Me a German spy, mate? I come from Clapham South, mate.
SEAGOON: Well, we've got to be careful, you see. We're going to Crete to
capture general von Guttern.
TICKET COLLECTOR: Good luck, mate, good luck. But I still want to see your
ticket, mate.
SEAGOON: I'd like to see my ticket too, hahahaa
GRAMS: Train whistle, train stopping, train announcements in background.
SEAGOON: At two in the morning we arrived at Portsmouth. We were all
heavily disguised and sworn to secrecy.
GRAMS: (Announcement) Will the party of commandos due for the secret trip
to Crete, please remove their beards, so that they can be recognised.
SEAGOON: Gad. The wonders of British war time security.
MORIARTY: Aha, Lieutenant Seajuone. I am the Sumbrinaise (???)~~~
commander, count Jim "Knees Naboolah" Moriarty, of the Fried French Forces,
ohihooo!
SEAGOON: Hello folks! And terribly eased to pleet you.
ECCLES: Com-mand-allez-vous?
SEAGOON: This is private Eccles.
MORIARTY: Sappristy groins of leather. You can't take a raving idiot like
that with you!
SEAGOON: Take him and don't bring him back.
AMERICAN OFFICER: Oh ~~~ Seagoon, sir.
SEAGOON: Yes?
AMERICAN OFFICER: The American seventh fleet is ready, sir.
SEAGOON: Yes, leave it at lost property. I'll pick it up later.
MORIARTY: Come lieutenant, the submarine "La Grippe" is waiting.
SEAGOON: Is that a French submarine?
MORIARTY: I don't now, I never heard it speak.
ORCHESTRA: Dramatic link.
GRAMS: Waves. Someone in cast singing in background.
GREENSLADE: At four in the morning the Crete party went aboard and received
their final instructions from a British agent.
LEW: Now then, you've got everything, the ~~~soup, Bibles, matzes, all the
lot.
SEAGOON: Yes. One more thing though. Where are the sealed orders (???)
LEW: I've seen them, I've seen them somewhere, I've seen them. On the back
of the fag packets.
SEAGOON: Are you sure this mission is secret? I mean, could the Germans
know I'm in Portsmouth?
LEW: You've got nothing to worry about at all. I've had Portsmouth's change
its name change to Berlin.
SEAGOON: Splendid, splendid! The Germans wouldn't bomb us with a name like
that.
GRAMS: Bomb whistling down, explosion.
SEAGOON: What's that!?
LEW: The raf (R.A.F.), the roff, the raff, I don't know, my life! Oh, this
will ruin business, I'm telling you.
MORIARTY: Never mind, No~~~, must make for the sea at once! All aboard!
SEAGOON: What about security?
LEW: Leave your watch and five knicker.
FX: Till.
LEW: Alright, and good luck.
ORCHESTRA: Nautical music.
GRAMS: Submarine sounds
GREENSLADE: At midnight on January the 2nd, the submarine surfaced off
Crete.
GRAMS: Waves, wind under...
SEAGOON: In rubber dinghies we made for the dark outline of the shore.
ECCLES: Ohhh....ohhh...oooh.
ELLINGTON: Lieutenant Seagoon.
SEAGOON: Shhh. What?
ELLINGTON: You know, I don't fancy this fellow Eccles.
SEAGOON: Never mind.
ELLINGTON: You know when you just said "Start paddling"
SEAGOON: Yes?
ELLINGTON: Well, he took his shoes and socks off and went over the side.
SEAGOON: You fool, Eccles. How deep is it?
ECCLES: (Incomprehensible bubbling speech) This water is taller than me!
SEAGOON: Well, it's older.
ECCLES: Ohohow.
BLOODOK: My line says we're coming into the beach.
GRAMS: Running aground on pebble beach
SEAGOON: All ashore. Lads, we're on Crete!
BLOODNOK: Ach, this beach is hard.
SEAGOON: Then we must be on concrete..., hup!
SEAGOON: Eccles!?
ECCLES: Yeah?
SEAGOON: Shut up!
ECCLES: Shut up!
ELLINGTON: Look, there's someone coming down the beach.
ECCLES: Ohowoow.
SEAGOON: Give me my sock full of spaghetti.
BLOODNOK: Here.
SEAGOON: Now! One! Two!
FX: Whoosh, spludge
BLUEBOTTLE: EEEHEE! Eeeh. You rotten swine, you. Who threw them warm worms
at me? I bet it's them playtime rotters Eric Swerge (?) and Bert Prod (?).
SEAGOON: Hands up! Are you general von Guttern?
BLUEBOTTLE: No, I'm not. I'm Bluebottle, in the East Finchley's greatest
authority on re-conditioned bloomers.
SEAGOON: At this time of night, why aren't you at school?
BLUEBOTTLE: I been playing truant.
SEAGOON: Play it again.
ORCHESTRA: (saxophone tune)
BLUEBOTTLE: Hoi! Now I shall play the "Ill met by moonlight" game.
SEAGOON: You'll get a clout on nut with a fanlight game.
ECCLES: Don't you be a fool, my good man. Do-not-be-a-fooool-my-gooood-man.
I've been planted here to show you the way to the guerrilla's hideout.
SEAGOON: Right! But first: Max Geldray! Round the back for the old Marlin
Brando!
GRAMS: Stampede, feet running away, shouting.
MAX GELDRAY AND ORCHESTRA - "Basin Street Blues"
GREENSLADE: Ill met by Goonlight, part three, the capture. Ooh, I'd better
get out of the way.
ORCHESTRA: Dramatic link.
GRAMS: Walking feet, birds.
ALL: Moaning, straining, under...
SEAGOON: We marched all night. At dawn we marched all dawn. Finally we met
up with a leader of the resistance.
RESISTANCE LEADER: Welcome English commandos. I'm Bibelodo Corblimos.
SEAGOON: Good. Now where is general von Guttern?
RESISTANCE LEADER: Every night at ten his staff car passes through the
coast road, south of Yarbonsemate
SEAGOON: Where is yah-bonce-mate?
RESISTANCE LEADER: Under your hat, chum
SEAGOON: What? Whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhat?
ECCLES: 'Ere. Were ~~~ cold up these mountains. I'd freeze to death up
here.
SEAGOON: Right! You stop here then.
ECCLES: What?
SEAGOON: You and Blubottle keep your eyes on the road. When you see Von
Guttern's car lights coming stop it. That'll give the rest of us time to
dynamite the bridge further down. Right. Action stations.
ORCHESTRA: Dramatic link.
GRAMS: Frogs, crickets
ECCLES:( Lip smacking, yawning)
BLUEBOTTLE: You got your sock full of spaghetti ready, Eccles?
ECCLES: Yeah. I'm keeping mine warm.
BLUEBOTTLE: How?
ECCLES: I got it on.
BLUEBOTTLE: Aah.
ECCLES: What?
BLUEBOTTLE: Are all your family brainy?
ECCLES: Well, eh... maaaay... my father was clever.
BLUEBOTTLE: Ooh. What did he do?
ECCLES: Nottin', he was really clever.
BLUEBOTTLE: Ooh. 't Is fine when they are clever, isn't it?
ECCLES: Aah yeah, yeah, yeah. What did you say?
BLUEBOTTLE: I said, that it is fine when they are clever like that. It's
fine.
ECCLES: Yes. Yeah.
BLUEBOTTLE: Eccles?
ECCLES: Huh?
BLUEBOTTLE: What. Shall I tell you something?
ECCLES: Yeah.
BLUEBOTTLE: Well ma good man. For no reason at all I'm gonna to tell you
that... I once knew an Engslis girl who could speak French. "Oui lala", she
said "Oi wee, oi wee", she said.
ECCLES: Yeah! Stop it, stop it.
BLUEBOTTLE: And she used to dance the can-can for me.
ECCLES: Ahaha! Ooh, you naughty man.
BLUEBOTTLE: Yeees!
ECCLES: Oh, dear, oh you know. Yeah, well, how did she dance the can-can?
BLUEBOTTLE: ~~~~~ shall I tell you what she did?
ECCLES: Don't keep me waiting. My socks are burning. Haha! Look, the
spaghetti's boiling.
BLUEBOTTLE: Well I tell you she used to put an oil can on each foot and
jump up and down.
ECCLES: Hahahaha, Oooh.
BLUEBOTTLE (singing): Tadamtamtadam... etc.
ECCLES: You sinful man, you! Oh, that's livin'!
BLUEBOTTLE: Yeah.
GRAMS: Car approaching, under...
ECCLES and BLUEBOTTLE: Yewwee haha how
ECCLES: Ooh what? howwaw, look.
BLUEBOTTLE: It's a car.
ECCLES: Eeh, Ooow. Who's gonna stop it.
BLUEBOTTLE: Let draw a lots for it. We'll both close our eyes and when we
open them, who ever's left stops the motorcar.
ECCLES: OK, mine are closed (smacks lips)... Well ah, are yours closed?
BLUEBOTTLE (off): Yes!
ECCLES: He's gone. He thinks I'm mad, folks. He thinks I'll open my eyes
and find him gone. Well, I ain't gonna open them.
GRAMS: Car stops, brakes screech. Door opens.
ECCLES: I thought (???) You could have fooled me.
FX: Boots on gravel.
GERMAN 1 (Secombe): Open your eyes, Englander!
ECCLES: Ahahahooo. You silly man, Bluebottle. I'm not gonna open my eyes
and you can't fool me with that phoney German accent.
FX: Thud.
ECCLES: AHAHAAAAOWOW!, sir.
ORCHESTRA: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles.
GRAMS: Car driving with footsteps following, under...
GERMAN 2 (Sellers): Who vas zat you clubbed?
GERMAN 1: And idiot vis his eyes closed. Ach Himmel! He's running alongside
the car. Faster driver!
DRIVER: Jawohl!
GRAMS: Car driving faster, footsteps faster as well.
GERMAN 2: Gerblunden, he's still keeping up with us! Faster driver, faster.
DRIVER: Jawohl.
GRAMS: Car and footsteps even faster.
GERMAN 1: Great gerblunden, he's still alongside, and we're doing hundred
miles an hour.
GERMAN 2: Lower the window.
FX: Window slid down.
ECCLES: Ohohow!
GERMAN 2: Look, go away you, stop running after us.
ECCLES: I can't. Somehow (???) I have got my coat caught in the door!
GERMAN 2: Stop the car
FX: Footsteps and car stop.
SEAGOON: Hands up and good evening, general.
GERMAN 2: Gerblungener Schitts Garrimmen. Right steamer here, Harry
Secomben, a British commando.
SEAGOON: Move over. Eccles, where's Bluebottle?
ECCLES: He's back there.
SEAGOON: Right. Ray, turn the car 'round.
ELLINGTON: Right-o.
GRAMS: Car speeding up., under...
SEAGOON: Now, general Von Guttern, say one word and you're dead.
VON GUTTERN (GERMAN 2): Give me the word and I won't say it.
SEAGOON: What's the disposition of your troops?
VON GUTTERN: Hoho, they're pretty nice fellows, you know, really.
FX: Clonk.
VON GUTTERN: Ahohoho!
BLOODNOK: There lads, old Bloodnok's spaghetti socks silenced him. One good
clout on von Guttern's big steaming nut sufficed.
SEAGOON: Clout him again.
BLOODNOK: But I've already hit him once.
SEAGOON: Yes, but one Guttern (good turn) deserves another, hoi! I though
we'd never get to that gag, my life.
GRAMS: Car speeding up (recording sped up).
ORCHESTRA: Dramatic link.
GRAMS: Frogs, under...
BLUEBOTTLE: Eccles! Eccles? You can open your eyes now, Eccles? Eccles!
Eccles!? Where are you? I don't like it in the dark. Eccles! I can't see
where I'm going, I...heehee!
FX: Splash.
LITTLE JIM: He's fallen in de water!
BLUEBOTTLE: Naughty Little Jim! Did you put that water there?
LITTLE JIM: Yeah.
BLUEBOTTLE: Are you sorry?
LITTLE JIM: Yeah.
BLUEBOTTLE: All right then. Look! The car's coming back! Quick, Little Jim,
put this dynamite in the road and light the fuse.
LITTLE JIM: Light the fuse.
FX: Car approaching, explosion, shouts (going off).
BLUEBOTTLE: Hooray! We got them!
LITTLE JIM: We got them!
BLUEBOTTLE: I'll get a cardboard medal for this.
SEAGOON: You'll get a cracker up your shirt. We were in that car.
BLUEBOTTLE: Oh, oh, it's my captain, all rags and no eyebrows. That's a
good costume for explosions, that is.
ECCLES: 'Ere! Can I open my eyes now?
BLUEBOTTLE: Ooh! What's that bread pudding stuck on the wall?
ECCLES: That's me!
SEAGOON: Shut up! Where is general Von Guttern?
BLOODNOK: He, he's unconscious, Neddie.
SEAGOON: Are you sure?
BLOODNOK: Here's his wallet.
SEAGOON: Let me see. Gad, it's full of Deutsche Marks.
BLOODNOK: He must be a German.
SEAGOON: Gad good!
BLOODNOK: Gad good ~~~. Look at the time by the general's wristwatch which
I've got on my wrist.
SEAGOON: Nearly dawn. The submarine "La Grippe" should be appearing any
minute.
TICKET COLLECTOR: You won't be on it, mate. Hands ups uns.
SEAGOON: Heavens! It's the old ticket collector!
ECCLES: Quick, under the seat!
TICKET COLLECTOR: You was right, you know. I was a German spy.
SEAGOON: You? What's your name?
TICKET COLLECTOR: Von Gutterns, mate.
SEAGOON: Then who's this German we've got tied up?
TICKET COLLECTOR: He's a ticket collector, comes from Clapham, mate.
SEAGOON: You know, folks, I sometimes wonder how we won the war.
ORCHESTRA: Tatty chord.
GREENSLADE: And with that stirring chord in C, you realise we've bluffed
our way through another Goon Show. Why not write your MP about it today?
MILLIGAN: Yeah, why not?
ORCHESTRA: Play out.
GREENSLADE: That was the Goon Show, a BBC recorded programme featuring
Peter Sellers, Harry Secombe and Spike Milligan. With the Ray Ellington
Quartet, Max Geldray and the orchestra conducted by Wally Stott. Script by
Spike Milligan. Announcer Wallace Greenslade. The programme produced by Pat
Dixon.
ORCHESTRA: Play out.
Notes:
1) Wrens = members of the Women's Royal Naval Service
2) Rhyll is in Wales and really was an army training camp - Barf, Jun 04
James Q. Tigernuts
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> Yet Another tranScript type script.
> This one from John Koster.
I've just been reading Humphrey Carpenter's biography of Milligna, and I'm
sure he mentioned that the Beeb Beeb Ceeb still has all the scripts on
microfilm - does anyone know if they're accessible for research? (Now I
want to find it, I can't turn up the reference in the book, dammit.)
Paul Webster
>Yet Another tranScript type script.
>This one from John Koster.
>
>Any further corrections or clarifications appreciated, goonish replies not
>required.
>(Please don't quote the whole thing when replying)
>
>Unclear bits marked ~~~, unsure bits marked (???)
>
>Thanks.
I've made a few small suggestions below. Also - I would have
capitalised the various ranks and a "mister".
Well done for getting another one done.
>================
>SELLERS (CHURCHILL): I'll kill that fellow Alan Brooke one of these days...
SELLERS (CHURCHILL): I'll kill that fellow Alanbrooke one of these
days...
(as in http://www.socialismtoday.org/59/churchill.html )
>GREENSLADE: Ladies and gentlebong, tonight with the aid of the new steam
GREENSLADE: Ladies and gentlemong, tonight with the aid of the new
steam
>SEAGOON: Scran? (?) Keep my pyjamas in the oven and my wife in the fridge.
SEAGOON: Sprad? Keep my pyjamas in the oven and my wife in the fridge.
(I agree that it sounds like Scran but I presume it should have been
Sprad)
>SEAGOON: The following December on the third of January I was send to the
SEAGOON: The following December on the third of January I was sent to
the
>MORIARTY: Aha, Lieutenant Seajuone. I am the Sumbrinaise (???)~~~
MORIARTY: Aha, Lieutenant Seajuone. I am the Submarine Ace (???)
>LEW: I've seen them, I've seen them somewhere, I've seen them. On the back
>of the fag packets.
LEW: I've seen them, I've seen them somewhere, I've seen them. On the
back of the fag packet.
>SEAGOON: Right! But first: Max Geldray! Round the back for the old Marlin
>Brando!
SEAGOON: Right! But first: Max Geldray! Round the back for the old
Marlon Brando!
>GERMAN 1: And idiot vis his eyes closed. Ach Himmel! He's running alongside
GERMAN 1: An idiot vis his eyes closed. Ach Himmel! He's running
alongside
>TICKET COLLECTOR: Von Gutterns, mate.
TICKET COLLECTOR: Von Guttern, mate.
--
Rgds
Paul Webster
... and this is where the story really starts
James Q. Tigernuts
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> >GREENSLADE: Ladies and gentlebong, tonight with the aid of the new steam
> GREENSLADE: Ladies and gentlemong, tonight with the aid of the new
> steam
I heard this as "gintlepong".
Jack Purvis
>Any further corrections or clarifications appreciated,
>SELLERS (CHURCHILL): I'll kill that fellow Alan Brooke one of these days...
>ORCHESTRA: Tatty chord.
Should be Alanbrooke. That is, Lord Alanbrooke. Army man.
Vincent Oberheim
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(a slight smell)
Milligna used this one a few times
Vincent
nemo
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nemo
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