Auctioneer: Where are you from? Josephus: Ethiopia Auctioneer: What part? Josephus: 125th Street. Count de Monet: Don't get saucy with me, Bernaise. Dole Office Clerk: Occupation? Comicus: Stand up philosopher. Dole Office Clerk: What? Comicus: Stand up philosopher. I coalesce the vapors of human existence into a viable and meaningful comprehension. Dole Office Clerk: Oh, a BULLSHIT artist! Empress Nympho: Say Bob, do I have any openings that this man might fit? Crowd: Whooooaaaaaaa! Bob: Well, we could use another wine steward. Josephus: Hey, I got a great corkscrew. Crowd: Whoooaaaaaaa! Josephus: Damn, this a hip crowd! Marcus Vindictus: Don't you know your right flank from your left flank? Captain Mucus: I'm sorry sir, I flunked flank. Marcus Vindictus: You flunked flank? Get the flunk out of here! Oedipus: [walking around collecting donations] Give to Oedipus! Give to Oedipus! Hey Josephus! Josephus: Hey, motherfucker! Swiftus: Oh you are nuts. N-V-T-S - nuts! Madame DeFarge: We are so poor, we don't even have a language! Just a stupid accent! Fellow Revolutionist: She's right! We all talk like Maurice Chevalier!
[laughs] Fellow Revolutionist: Au-haw-haw. Crowd: Au-haw-haw. Empress Nympho: [to her litter bearers] Could you *please* step on the same foot at the same time! My tits are falling off! Empress Nympho: Virgins, put on your "no entry" signs! We are about to confront... guys! Narrator: And of course, with the birth of the artist came the inevitable afterbirth - the critic. Empress Nympho: Do I have any openings that this man might fit? Marcus Vindictus: What bait must I use to catch your love? I am your servant. Empress Nympho: Ah, but the servant waits, while the master baits. Comicus: The only thing we don't have a god for is premature ejaculation - but I hear that that's coming quickly.
[Condemned for offending Emperor Nero with his stand-up routine] Comicus: Boy, when you die at the palace, you really DIE at the palace! King Louis XVI: It's good to be the king! Count de Monet: It is said that the people are revolting. King Louis XVI: You said it! They stink on ice! Plumbing Salesman: Pipe the shit out of your house! Roman Senator: All fellow members of the Roman senate hear me. Shall we continue to build palace after palace for the rich? Or shall we aspire to a more noble purpose and build decent housing for the poor? How does the senate vote? Entire Senate: FUCK THE POOR! Count de Monet: My Lord, you look just like the piss-boy! King Louis XVI: And you look like a bucket of shit! Insolent Flunky: Count yer money. Count de Monet: Count de Monet! Dole Office Clerk: [to a gladiator] Now listen this is your last week of unemployment insurance, either you kill somebody next week or we're going to have to change your status. Apostle: Please go away! Comicus: All right all right! Jesus! Jesus: Yes? Miriam: Miracle! Oh, what a beautiful name! What's yours? Comicus: Miracle. Uh, Comicus. I'm a stand-up philosopher. Miriam: Oh, I'm Miriam, I'm a vestal virgin. Comicus: I'm really sorry to hear that. Narrator: See; Hitler on Ice! Monk: Let's face it; You can't Torquemada anything! Dole Office Clerk: I'm sorry, I'm on my wine break. Oedipus: Donations for the blind? Josephus: Hey, motherfucker! Emperor Nero: Wash this! King Louis XVI: [sniffs cocaine into each nostril] Everything's so green. Bearnaise: I don't like your cuffs!... I don't like your cuffs! I don't like your cuffs! A man's cuffs should be even with the tip of his 'pee-pee'. Yours are all the way down to your balls! Count de Monet: At least I have them! Bearnaise: Bitch! Monsieur Rimbaud: [falls flat on face] What fool put a carpet on the wall? Roman Officer: Seize him! Josephus: [grabs crotch] Seize *this*, honkus!