----- The Crunchy Frog Sketch from Monty Python Live at ----- ----- the Hollywood Bowl and Live at City Center ----- ----- Transcribed & Submitted 3/28/86 by Bret Shefter ----- ~from memory Inspector: 'ELLO! Mr. Hilton: 'Ello. Inspector: Mr. 'ilton? Hilton: A-yes? I: You are the sole proprietor and owner of the Whizzo Chocolate Company? H: I am, yes. I: Constable Clitoris and I are from the 'ygiene squad, and we'd like to have a word with you about your box of chocolates entitled the "Whizzo Quality Assortment". H: Oh, yes. I: If I may begin at the beginning. First there is the Cherry Fondue. Now this is extremely nasty. (pause) But we can't prosecute you for that. H: Ah, agreed. I: Then we have number four. Number four: Crunchy Frog. H: Yes. I: Am I right in thinking there's a real frog in 'ere? H: Yes, a little one. I: What sort of frog? H: A...a *dead* frog. I: Is it cooked? H: No. I: What, a RAW frog?!? H: Oh, we use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and sealed in a succulent, Swiss, quintuple-smooth, treble-milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose. I: That's as may be, but it's still a frog! H: What else? I: Well, don't you even take the bones out? H: If we took the bones out, it wouldn't be crunchy, would it? I: Constable Clitoris et one of those!! We have to protect the public! C: Uh, would you excuse me a moment, Sir? (exits) I: We have to protect the public! People aren't going to think there's a real frog in chocolate! Constable Clitoris thought it was an almond whirl! They're bound to expect some sort of mock frog! H: (outraged) MOCK frog!?! We use NO artificial additives or preservatives of ANY kind! I: Nevertheless, I advise you in future to replace the words "Crunchy Frog" with the legend, "Crunchy, Raw, Unboned Real Dead Frog" if you wish to avoid prosecution! H: What about our sales? I: FUCK your sales! We've got to protect the public! Now what about this one, number five, it was number five, wasn't it? Number five: Ram's Bladder Cup. (beat) Now, what sort of confectionery is that?!? H: Oh, we use only the finest juicy chunks of fresh Cornish Ram's bladder, emptied, steamed, flavoured with sesame seeds, whipped into a fondue, and garnished with lark's vomit. I: LARK'S VOMIT?!?!? H: Correct. I: It doesn't say anything here about lark's vomit! H: Ah, it does, at the bottom of the label, after "monosodium glutamate". I: I hardly think that's good enough! I think it's be more appropriate if the box bore a great red label: "WARNING: LARK'S VOMIT!!!" H: Our sales would plummet! I: (screaming) Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionary??!! (the constable returns) I: Like Praline, or, or Lime Creme, a very popular flavor, I'm lead to understand. Or Raspberry Lite. I mean, what's this one, what's this one? 'Ere we are: Cockroach Cluster! -- -- Anthrax Ripple! C: MMMMWWWAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!! ** For those of you watching this transcript on your terminal, the young ** ** constable has just thrown up into his helmet. This is the longest ** ** continuous vomit seen on Broadway since John Barrymore puked over Laertes ** ** in the second act of Hamlet in 1941. ** I: (continuing) And what is this one: Spring Surprise? H: Ah, that's one of our specialities. Covered in dark, velvety chocolate, when you pop it into your mouth, stainless steel bolts spring out and plunge straight through both cheeks. I: (stunned) Well where's the pleasure in THAT?!? If people pop a nice little chockie into their mouth, they don't expect to get their cheeks pierced!!! In any case, it is an inadequate description of the sweetmeat. I shall have to ask you to accompany me to the station. H: (shrugging) It's a fair cop. I: And DON'T talk to the audience.