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And now for something completely different, EW has compiled a list of the Top Twenty Monty Python sketches ever:

20 Argument Clinic (Monty Python's Flying Circus DVD 9, Episode 29)
A troupe hallmark and a paraphrasing of what Python fans are thinking now. ''That's not one of the top 20.'' ''Yes, it is.'' ''No, it isn't.'' ''Is.'' ''Isn't!''

19 Kilimanjaro Expedition (MPFC DVD 3, Ep. 9)
Who did an explorer who sees double hire to find a crew he sent to build a bridge between Kilimanjaro's two peaks? ''The Arthur Brown twins, two botanists called Machin...and a couple of the Ken Spinoza quads. The other two pulled out.''

18 The Restaurant Sketch (MPFC DVD 1, Ep. 3)
A polite complaint about a dirty fork riles a cleaver-swinging cook and suicidal manager. Highlight: John Cleese's gasping moan, ''Oh, it makes me mad.''

17 Mrs. Premise and Mrs. Conclusion Visit Sartre (MPFC DVD 9, Ep. 27)
Who better to debate Jean-Paul Sartre's philosophy and burial methods for live cats than two shrieking housewives? The best of the sketches with the Pythons' drag alter egos, the Pepperpots.

16 The Visitors (MPFC DVD 3, Ep. 9)
The rudest drop-ins ever, including Arthur Name (''What's brown and sounds like a bell? Dung''), Mr. Equator (''[The seat's a] bit lumpy...ah, no wonder, I was sitting on the cat''), and his incontinent, beans-gobbling wife.

The rest here.   What do you think, Dear Readers?

While I am glad that pretty much the best made the list, including  Mrs. Premise and Mrs. Conclusion Visit Sartre, I'm appalled that Bruces is missing, so I present it below the fold, complete with the Philosophers Song.  A travesty of epic proportions!

ntodd

Bruces:

G'day, Bruce!
Oh, Hello Bruce!
How are you Bruce?
A bit crooked, Bruce.
Where's Bruce?
He's not 'ere, Bruce.
Blimey, it's hot in here, Bruce.
Hot as a monkey's bum!
That's a strange expression, Bruce.
Well Bruce, I heard the Prime Minister use it. "It's hot enough to boil
     a monkey's bum in here, your Majesty," he said and she smiled quietly
     to herself.
She's a good Sheila, Bruce, and not at all stuck up.
Here! Here's the boss-fellow now!
'Ow  are you, Bruce?
Goodnight Bruce!
Bruce.
Hello Bruce.
Bruce.
How are you, Bruce?
Goodnight Bruce.
Gentleman, I'd like to introduce man from Pommey Land who is joinin'
    us this year in the philosophy department at the University of
    Wallamalloo.
(Everyone) Goodnight!
Hello.
Michael Baldwin, Bruce. Michael Baldwin, Bruce. Michael Baldwin, Bruce.
Is your name not Bruce?
No, it's Michael.
That's going to cause a little confusion.
Mind if we call you "Bruce" to keep it clear?
Gentlemen, I think we better start the faculty meeting, before we start,
    though, I'd like to ask the padre for a prayer.
Oh Lord, we beseech Thee, Amen!!
Amen!
Crack a tube! (Bottles opening)
Now I call upon Bruce to officially welcome Mr. Baldwin to the
    philosophy faculty.
I'd like to welcome the pommey bastard to God's own Earth! And remind
    him that we don't like stuck-up sticky-beaks here.
(Everyone) Hear, hear! Well spoken, Bruce!
Bruce here teaches classical philosophy, Bruce there teaches Haegelian
    philosophy, and Bruce here teaches logical positivism. And is also
    in charge of the sheep dip.
What's New-Bruce going to teach?
New Bruce will be teaching political science, Machiavelli, Benton,
    Lockholm, Sackly, Millbo, Hasset, and Bernerd.
Those are all cricketers!
Aww, spit!
Hails of derisive laughter, Bruce!
(Everyone) 'Straylya, 'Straylia, 'Straylia, 'Straylya, we love you! Amen!!
Another tube! (Bottles opening)
Any questions?
New-Bruce, are you a Pooftah?
Are you a Pooftah?
No!
No. Right, I just want to remind you of the faculty rules:
Rule One! (Everyone) No Pooftahs!
Rule Two, no member of the faculty is to mal-treat the others in any
           way at all.. if there's anybody watching.
Rule Three? (Everyone) No Pooftahs!!
Rule Four, now this term, I don't want to catch anybody... not drinking.
    Rule Five, (Everyone) No Pooftahs!
    Rule Six, there is NO.... Rule Six.
    Rule Seven, (Everyone) No Pooftahs!!
    Right, that concludes the readin' of the rules, Bruce.
This here's the wattle, the emblem of our land. You can stick it in
    a bottle, you can hold it in your hand.
Amen!

Philosophers Song (MP3):

Immanuel Kant was a real piss-ant who was very rarely stable.
Heideggar, Heideggar was a boozy beggar who could
    think you under the table.

David Hume could out-consume Schoppenhauer and Hegel.
And Whittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach 'ya
    'bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

John Stewart Mill, of his own free will
    On half a pint of shanty was particularly ill.
Plato they say could stick it away,
    Half a crate of whiskey every day.

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
    And Hoppes was fond of his dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart.
    "I drink, therefore I am."

Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed.