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***** The Opening Scene Song of Life of Brian *****
***** Transcribed by Dwayne A. X. E. E. (86/4/27) *****
Monty Python's Life Of Brian
Brian ... the babe they called Brian
Grew ... grew grew and grew, grew up to be
A boy called Brian
A boy called Brian
He had arms and legs and hands and feet
This boy whose name was Brian
And he grew, grew, grew and grew
Yes he grew up to be
A teenager called Brian
A teenager called Brian
And his face became spotty
Yes his face became spotty
And his voice dropped down low
And things started to grow
On young Brian and show
He was certainly no
No girl named Brian
Not a girl named Brian
And he started to shave
And have one off the wrist
And want to see girls
And go out and get pissed
This man called Brian
This man called Brian
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(Three camels are silhouetted against the bright stars of the moonless sky,
moving slowly along the horizon. A star leads them towards Bethlehem. The
WISE MEN enter the gates of the sleeping town and make their way through the
deserted streets. A dog snarls at them. They approach a stable, out of which
streams a beam of light. They dismount and enter to find a typical manger
scene, with a baby in a rough crib of straw and patient animals standing
around. The mother nods by the side of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her
s off her straw. She's up
again in a flash, looking guardedly at them. She is a ratbag.)
Mandy: Who are you?
Wise Man 1: We are three wise men.
Wise Man 2: We are astrologers. We have come from the East.
Mandy: Is this some kind of joke?
WM1: We wish to praise the infant.
WM2: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage!! You're all drunk you are. It's disgusting. Out, out.
WM3: No, no.
Mandy: Coming bursting in here first thing in the morning with some tale about
Oriental fortune tellers... get out.
WM1: No. No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
WM2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more like. Get out!
WM2: We must see him. We have brought presents.
Mandy: Out!
WM1: Gold, frankincense, myrrh.
Mandy: Well, why didn't you say? He's over here ... Sorry this place is a
bit of a mess. What is myrrh, anyway?
WM3: It is a valuable balm.
Mandy: A balm, what are you giving him a balm for? It might bite him.
WM3: What?
Mandy: It's a dangerous animal. Quick, throw it in the trough.
WM3: No it isn't.
Mandy: Yes it is.
WM3: No, no, it is an ointment.
Mandy: An ointment?
WM3: Look.
Mandy: (sampling the ointment with a grubby finger). Oh. There is an animal
called a balm or did I dream it? You astrologers, eh? Well, what's he then?
WM2: H'm?
Mandy: What star sign is he?
WM2: Capricorn.
Mandy: Capricorn eh, what are they like?
WM2: He is the son of God, our Messiah.
WM1: King of the Jews.
WM3: No, no, that's just him.
Mandy: Oh, I was going to say, otherwise there'd be a lot of them.
(The WISE MEN are on their knees.)
WM2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music... )
Mandy: ... Brian.
Three Wise Men: We worship you, Oh, Brian, who are Lord over us all. Praise
unto you, Brian and to the Lord our Father. Amen.
Mandy: Do you do a lot of this, then?
WM1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
WM1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in.
(They take the hint and rise.)
And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense but ... don't worry too
much about the myrrh next time. Thank you ... Goodbye.
Well weren't they nice ... out of their bloody minds, but still...
(In the background we see the WISE MEN pause outside the door as a
gentle glow suffuses them. They look at each other, confer and then
stride back in and grab the presents off MANDY and turn to go again,
pushing MANDY over.
Here, here, that's mine, you just gave me that. Ow!
Jesus: How blest are the sorrowful, for they shall find consolation.
How blest are those of gentle spirit. They shall have the earth
for their possession. How blest are those who hunger and thirst
to see right prevail. They shall be satisifed. . .
(Camera pulls back to the back of the multitude)
Mandy: Speak up!
Brian: Mum! Sh!
M: Well, I can't hear a thing! Let's go to the stoning.
Big Nose: Sh!
B: You can go to a stoning any time.
M: Oh, come on Brian!
BN: Will you be quiet?
Wife: Don't pick your nose.
BN: I wasn't picking my nose...I was scratching.
W: You were picking it while you were talking to that lady.
BN: I wasn't.
W: Leave it alone...give it a rest...
Mr. Cheeky: Do you mind...I can't hear a word he's saying.
W: Don't you "do you mind" me...I'm talking to my husband.
C: Well go and talk to him somewhere else! I can't hear a bloody thing!
BN: Don't you swear at my wife.
C: I was only asking her to shut up so we can hear what he's saying,
big nose.
W: Don't you call my husband "big nose."
C: Well, he has got a big nose.
(Cultured jew turns around...)
Gregory: Could you be quiet, please? (to Mr. Cheeky) What was that?
C: I don't know...I was too busy talking to big nose.
Man: I think it was "Blessed are the Cheesemakers."
Mrs. Gregory: What's so special about the cheesemakers?
G: It's not meant to be taken literally. Obviously it refers to any
manufacturers of dairy products.
C: (to Big Nose) See--if you hadn't been going on, you'd have heard
that, Big Nose.
BN: Hey, if you say that once more, I'll smash your fucking face in.
C: Better keep listening...might be a bit about "Blessed are the big noses."
B: Oh lay off him.
C: (rounding on Brian) You're not so bad yourself, Conkface. Where
are you two from? Nose City?
BN: Listen! I said one more time...mate and I'll take you to the
fucking cleaners.
W: Language! And don't pick your nose!
BN: I wasn't goint to pick my nose. I was going to thump him.
Another Person: I think it was "Blessed are the Greek."
AP: Apparently he's going to inherit the earth.
G: Did anyone catch his name?
BN: I'll thump him if he calls me Big Nose again.
C: Oh shut up, Big Nose.
BN: Oooh! Right I warned you...I really will slug you so hard...
W: Oh it's the Meek...Blessed are the meek! That's nice, I'm glad
they're getting something 'cos they have a hell of a time.
C: Listen...I'm only telling the truth...you have got a very big nose.
BN: (trying to control himself) Your nose is going to be three foot
wide across your face when I've finished with you.
C: Who hit yours then? Goliath's big brother?
BN: Oooh...oohh...aargh...ah (supreme self control) That's your last
warning...
Mrs. Gregory: Oh do pipe d...
(Big Nose punches Mrs. Gregory, and a general scuffle breaks out)
BN: Silly bitch, getting in the way.
M: Brian! Come on, let's go to the stoning.
B: Alright.