The Meaning of Life Script
The End of the Film
LADY PRESENTER: Well, that's the end of the film. Now, here's
the meaning of life. Thank you, Brigitte. M-hmm. Well, it's nothing very
special. Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good
book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together
in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations, and,
finally, here are some completely gratuitous pictures of penises to
annoy the censors and to hopefully spark some sort of controversy,
which, it seems, is the only way, these days, to get the jaded,
video-sated public off their fucking arses and back in the sodding
cinema. Family entertainment bollocks. What they want is filth: people
doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties,
babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential
candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre
critics exterminating mutant goats-- Where's the fun in pictures? Oh,
well, there we are. Here's the theme music. Goodnight.
['Monty Python's Flying Circus' theme]
VOICE OF MAN IN PINK: [singing]
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,