(Cut to a simple set with two chairs in it. Close up of Mr.
Praline.)
Praline: Hello. 'Ow are you? I'm fine. Welcome to a new
half-hour chat show in which me, viz the man what's talking to you
now, and Brooky - to wit my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like
to emphasize that - discuss current affairs issues of burning
import.
(Pull back to show Brooky.)
Brooky: Have you heard the one about the three nuns in the
nudist colony?
Praline: Shut up. Tonight, the population explosion.
Brooky: Apparently there were these three nuns...
Praline: Shut up. Come the year 1991, given the present
rate of increase in the world's population, the Chinese will be
three deep. Another thing...
(Floor manager comes in.)
Floor Manager: Sorry, loves, sorry, the show is too long
this week and this scene's been cut.
Praline: Lord Hill's at the bottom Of this.
Floor Manager: But if you can find a piano stool you can
appear later on in the show on film.
Brooky: 'Ow much?
Floor Manager: Oh, about ten bob each.
Praline: I wouldn't wipe me nose on it.
Brooky: 'Ave you 'eard the one about these three nuns...
Praline: Sh. I can hear something. 'Ang about, we may
still get in this show as a link.
(Praline kneels and puts his ear to the floor. In the bottom
section of the shot we see beneath the floor an animation of the
unfortunate members of the Society for Putting Things on Top of
Other Things bring flushed along a pipe.)
Brooky: That's clever. How do they do that?
Praline: color separation, you cotton head.