THE CHEESE SHOP Monty Python
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. redolent of: duftend nach, gemahnend an languidity: Trägheit
Wensleydale:
(Michael Palin): Good morning, sir.
Mousebender
(John Cleese): Good morning. I was sitting in the public
library in Thurmond Street just now, skimming through “Rogue Herries”
by Horace Walpole when suddenly I came over all peckish.
Wensleydale:
Peckish, sir?
I
came over all peckish:
ich bekam Hunger
Mousebender:
Esurient.
esurient
(archaic or humoraus): hungrig
Wensleydale:
Eh?
Mousebender:
(broad Yorkshire) 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)
comestibles:
Lebensmittel
Wensleydale:
Come again.
come again:
wie bitte?
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. Quick cut to Viking.
Viking:
(Michael Palin) (broad Northern accent) Anyway.
Cut back to the shop.
Wensleydale:
Who
said that?
Mousebender:
(normal voice) 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.
stout
yeoman (humoraus):
"wackrer Freibauer"
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:
Gruyere,
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:
Any Dorset Blue Vinney?
Wensleydale:
No.
Mousebender:
Brie,
Rocquefort, Pont-1'Evêque,
Port Salut, Savoyard,
Saint-Paulin, Carre-de-L'Est,
Boursin, Bresse-Bleue,
Perle de Champagne, Camembert?
Mousebender:
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
Camembert, s'il vous plaît.
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, sir. 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
Creme?
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?
pray what is:
bitteschön, was ist?
Wensleydale:
Ilchester, sir.
Mousebender:
I
see.
Wensleydale:
Yes, sir it’s quite staggeringly popular in the manor, squire.
stagering(ly):
atemberaubend
Mousebender:
Is it?
Wensleydale:
Yes sir, it’s our number-one 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.
I'm game:
ich
spiele/mache mit,
ich bin mit
von der Partie
Wensleydale:
I’ll have a look sir ... nnnnnnooooooooo.
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 Limburger,
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 Limburger?
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? that figures: das passt genau ins Muster, das hätte ich mir denken können
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.
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