Title: Lifeboat Sketch
            From: Monty Python's Previous Record
  Transcribed By: Jonathan Partington (JRP1@PHOENIX.CAMBRIDGE.AC.UK)

 
(Scene:  The interior of a ship. Seagulls are crying.)
 
(groans and coughs)
 
1: Still no sign of land.  How long is it?
2: That's a rather personal question, sir.
(low voices)
1: You stupid git.  I meant how long is it that we've been in the lifeboat?
   You've destroyed the atmosphere now.
2: I'm sorry.
1: Shut up.  Start again.
 
1: Still no sign of land.  How long is it?
2: 33 days, sir.
1: Thirty-three days?
2: We can't go on much longer.
(low voices)
    I didn't think I destroyed the atmosphere.
1:  Shut up.
2: Well, I don't think I did.
1: 'Course you did.
2: (aside, to 3) Did you think I destroyed the atmosphere?
3: Yes I think you did.
1: Shut up.  Shut up!
 
1: Still no sign of land.  How long is it?
2: 33 days, sir.
4: Have we started again? [slap]
 
1: STILL no sign of land.  How long is it?
2: 33 days, sir.
1: Thirty-three days?
2: We can't go on much longer, sir.  We haven't eaten since the fifth day.
5: We're done for, we're done for!
1: Shut up, Maudling.
2: We've just got to keep hoping.  Someone may find us.
 
6: How we feeling, Captain?
C: Not too good.  I...I feel so weak.
2: We can't hold out much longer.
C: Listen...chaps...there's still a chance.  I'm...done for, I've...got a
   gammy leg and I'm going fast; I'll never get through.  But...some of you
   might.  So...you'd better eat me.
?: Eat you, sir?
C: Yes.  Eat me.
?: Iiuuhh!  With a gammy leg?
C: You didn't eat the leg, Thompson.  There's still plenty of good meat.
   Look at that arm.
5: It's not just the leg, sir.
C: What do you mean?
5: Well, sir...it's just that -
C: Why don't you want to eat me?
5: I'd rather eat Johnson, sir!
?: So would I, sir.
C: I see.
?: Then that's decided...everyone's gonna eat me!
?: Uh, well.
5: What, sir?
?: Go ahead, please, but I won't -
?: Oh nonsense, sir, you're starving; tuck in!
1: No, no, it's not that.
?: What's the matter with Johnson, sir?
1: Well, he's not kosher.
5: That depends how we kill him, sir.
1: Yes, that's true.  But to be perfectly frank I...I like my meat a little
   more lean.  I'd rather eat Hodges.
?: Oh well, all right.
5: I still prefer Johnson.
C: I wish you'd all stop bickering and eat me.
1: Look.  I tell you what.  Those who want to can eat Johnson.	And you,
   sir, can have my leg.  And we make some stock from the Captain, and then
   we'll have Johnson cold for supper.
Crew:  (cacophonous)
	Hmm, yes, good idea, excellent thinking, very good, I don't suppose
	we could have Hodges in the morning, jolly good idea, etc.