Saturday Night Live Transcripts
Season 2: Episode 20
76t: Eric Idle / Alan Price, Neil Innes
Plain Talk
…..Eric Idle
…..Dan Aykroyd
Eric: (TO CAMERA) Ham sandwich bucket and water plastic durolects, rubber McFisheries underwear. Plug rapid emulsions seek custard without sustenance in Kipling duck geriatric scenery; maximizes press insulating devilment grunting sapphire clubs, incidentally.
But tonight, Sam, Pam, Bombay, Bermuda in diphtheria rusting McOutlinesplendor, rabid and fud-fud-phooey jog strabbedly big bowerly or rule liners, muss green gauges micturate, with nipples and tiptoe rusting machinery rustically inclined.
(TO DAN) Good evening and welcome.
Dan: Hi.
Eric: Foreskin view Mt. Everest tin tray lobotomy in England?
Dan: Saddleback, saddleback, luxury billboard kettle bum siffering snuff masticated bahzide handset lemonade enterprisingly apartheid rubberized. Um, plum joint curvaceously mucking squirrels.
Eric: I see. Rapidly piddle pop strumming Hanover peace pudding mouse drum dringly corridor cabinets, presumably.
Dan: Sick in a cup. Door jamb whisper tap sunderland shower curtain ice wall paper cups grangingly rubber king, rab buttock kissing feathers — definitely pheasantry. Daughter successfully douche dinner bottom.
Eric: Machine kissed with butter?
Dan: Machine kissed with butter.
Eric: So nail attacking butterfly clouds reputedly without I might galvanize sugar. Elbow wrenchingly heartfelt with four slain perspicaciously rattled mandibles on asinine shoestrings draw two, lot three. But a machismo whenever cobble they’re in. Good night.
Dan: Good night.
Submitted by: Dave Buddle
