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THE CHEESE EMPORIUM.
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Transcribed from "The Complete Unexpurgated Scripts of the Original TV
Series volume two" by Paz, December, 1995.
Note for pedants & purists.
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This script for Monty Pythons' "Cheese Emporium Sketch" is as it
originally appeared in the TV series episode thirty-three (series three,
episode seven first transmitted 30-11-1972) and not as it has appeared
in its various guises on numerous LPs, etc. since.
******
Picture the scene: Greek music can be heard, a close up of Mousebender,
who is respectable and wears smart casual clothes; various photos of
Mousebender walking along the pavement, again very artily shot from
show-off angles; Mousebender pausing outside a shop; Mousebender looking
up at the shop; Edwardian style shop with a large sign above it reading
"Ye Olde Cheese Emporium"; another sign below the first reading "Henry
Wensleydale, Purveyor of Fine Cheese to the Gentry and the Poverty
Stricken Too"; another sign below this reading "Licensed for Public
Dancing"; close up of Mousebender looking pleased; shot of Mousebender
entering the shop. Music cuts dead. Cut to interior of the cheese shop.
Greek music playing as Mousebender enters. Two men dressed as city gents
are Greek dancing in the corner to the music of a bouzouki. The shop
itself is large and redolent of the charm and languidity of a bygone
age. There is actually no cheese to be seen either on or behind the
counter but this is not obvious. Mousebender approaches the counter
and rings a small handbell. Wensleydale appears.
Wensleydale: Good morning, sir.
Mousebender: Good morning. I was sitting in the public library in
Thurmond Street just now, skimming through 'Rogue Herries' by
Horace Walpole when I suddenly came over all peckish.
Wensleydale: Peckish, sir?
Mousebender: Esurient.
Wensleydale: Eh?
Mousebender (broad Yorkshire accent): Eee I were all hungry, like.
Wensleydale: Oh, hungry.
Mousebender (normal accent): In a nutshell. So I thought to myself
'a little fermented curd will do the trick'. So I curtailed my
Walpolling activities, sallied forth and infiltrated your place
of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy
comestibles.(smacks his lips)
Wensleydale: Come again?
Mousebender (Broad Northern accent): I want to buy some cheese.
Wensleydale: Oh, I thought you were complaining about the music.
Mousebender (normal voice) : Heaven forbid. I am one who delights in
all manifestations of the terpsichorean muse.
Wensleydale: Sorry?
Mousebender: I like a nice dance - you're forced to.
Now my good man, some cheese, please.
Wensleydale : Yes certainly sir. What would you like?
Mousebender: Well, how about a little Red Leicester?
Wensleydale: I'm afraid we're fresh out of Red Leicester, sir.
Mousebender: Oh never mind. How are you on Tilsit?
Wensleydale: Never at the end of the week, sir. Always get it fresh
first thing on Monday.
Mousebender: Tish, tish. No matter. Well, four ounces of Caerphilly
then, if you please, stout yeoman.
Wensleydale: Ah, well, it's been on order for two weeks, sir, I was
expecting it this morning.
Mousebender: Yes, it's not my day is it. Er, Bel Paese?
Wensleydale: Sorry.
Mousebender: Red Windsor?
Wensleydale: Normally sir, yes, but today the van broke down.
Mousebender: Ah. Stilton?
Wensleydale: Sorry.
Mousebender: Gruyère, Emmental?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Any Norwegian Jarlsberger?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Liptauer?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Lancashire?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: White Stilton?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Danish Blue?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Double Gloucester?
Wensleydale: ...No.
Mousebender: Cheshire?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Any Dorset Blue Vinney?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Brie, Rocquefort, Pont-l'Évêque, Port Salut, Savoyard,
Saint-Paulin, Carre-de-L'Est, Boursin, Bresse-Bleue, Perle-de
Champagne, Camembert?
Wensleydale: Ah! We do have some Camembert, sir.
Mousebender: You do. Excellent.
Wensleydale: It's a bit runny, sir.
Mousebender: Oh, I like it runny.
Wensleydale: Well as a matter of fact it's VERY runny, sir.
Mousebender: No matter. No matter. Hand over le fromage de la Belle
France qui s'appelle Camambert, s'il vous plait.
Wensleydale: I think it's runnier than you like it, sir.
Mousebender(smiling grimly): I don't care how excrementally runny
it is. Hand it over with all speed.
Wensleydale: Yes sir.(bends below the counter and reappears) Oh...
Mousebender: What?
Wensleydale: The cat's eaten it.
Mousebender: Has he?
Wensleydale: She, sir.
Mousebender: Gouda?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Edam?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Caithness?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Smoked Austrian?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Sage Derby?
Wensleydale: No, sir.
Mousebender: You do have some cheese, do you?
Wensleydale: Certainly, sir. It's a cheese shop. We've got...
Mousebender: No, no, no, don't tell me. I'm keen to guess.
Wensleydale: Fair enough.
Mousebender: Wensleydale?
Wensleydale: Yes, sir?
Mousebender: Splendid. Well, I'll have some of that then, please.
Wensleydale: Oh, I'm sorry sir, I thought you were referring to me,
Mr.Wensleydale.
Mousebender: Gorgonzola?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Parmesan?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Mozzarella?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Pippo Crème?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Any Danish Fimboe?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Czechoslovakian Sheep's Milk Cheese?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?
Wensleydale: Not today sir, no.
Mousebender: Well let's keep it simple, how about Cheddar?
Wensleydale: Well I'm afraid we don't get much call for it around
these parts.
Mousebender: No call for it? It's the single most popular cheese in
the world!
Wensleydale: Not round these parts, sir.
Mousebender: And pray what is the most popular cheese round these
parts?
Wensleydale: Ilchester, sir.
Mousebender: I see.
Wensleydale: Yes, sir. It's quite staggeringly popular in the manor,
squire.
Mousebender: Is it?
Wensleydale: Yes sir, it's our number-one best seller.
Mousebender: Is it?
Wensleydale: Yes, sir.
Mousebender: Ilchester, eh?
Wensleydale: Right.
Mousebender: OK, I'm game. Have you got any, he asked expecting the
answer no?
Wensleydale: I'll have a look sir ...nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooo.
Mousebender: It's not much of a cheese shop really, is it?
Wensleydale: Finest in the district, sir.
Mousebender: And what leads you to that conclusion?
Wensleydale: Well, it's so clean.
Mousebender: Well, it's certainly uncontaminated by cheese.
Wensleydale: You haven't asked me about Limberger, sir.
Mousebender: Is it worth it?
Wensleydale: Could be.
Mousebender: OK, have you ... WILL YOU SHUT THAT BLOODY DANCING UP!
(the music stops)
Wensleydale(to dancers): Told you so.
Mousebender: Have you got any Limberger?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender: No, that figures. It was pretty predictable really. It
was an act of pure optimism to pose the question in the first
place. Tell me something, do you have any cheese at all?
Wensleydale: Yes, sir.
Mousebender: Now I'm going to ask you that question once more and if
you say 'no' I'm going to shoot you through the head. Now, do
you have any cheese at all?
Wensleydale: No.
Mousebender(shoots him): What a senseless waste of human life.