Two pepperpots are watching the television. They are both
called Mrs. Zambesi.
First Zambesi: What's on the other side?
The second Mrs. Zambesi gets up and switches channels.
Dickie Attenborough: (unseen, on the television)
Nobody could be prouder than...
Second Zambesi: Ugh! (she switches the set off)
First Zambesi: Um, shall we go down and give blood?
Second Zambesi: Oh, I don't want a great bat flapping
round my neck.
First Zambesi: They don't do it like that! They take it
from your arm!
Second Zambesi: I can't give it. I caught swamp fever in
First Zambesi: You've never even been to the Tropics.
You've never been south of Sidcup.
Second Zambesi: You can catch it off lampposts.
First Zambesi: Catch what?
Second Zambesi: I don't know, I'm all confused.
First Zambesi: You ought to go and see a psychiatrist.
You're a loony. You might even need a new brain.
Second Zambesi: Oh, I couldn't afford a whole new brain.
First Zambesi: Well, you could get one of those Curry's
Second Zambesi: How much are they?
First Zambesi: (picking up a catalogue) I don't
know. I'll have a look in the catalogue. Here we are. (she thumbs
through it) Battery lights, dynamo lights, rear lights, brains
-- here we are...
Second Zambesi: I'm still confused.
First Zambesi: Oh, there's a nice one here,
thirteen-and-six, it's one of Curry's own brains.
CAPTION: Old sketch written before decimalization
Second Zambesi: That one looks nice, what's that?
First Zambesi: That's a mudguard!
Second Zambesi: It's only eight bob.
First Zambesi: Aw, I think it's worth the extra five bob
for the brain. I'll give them a ring. (she goes to the phone and
dials one number) Hello, Curry's? I'd like to try one of your
thirteen-and-sixpenny brains please. Yes... yes... yes, ye... um...
(looks at her shoe) five-and-a-half... yes... thank you.
(replaces phone) They're sending someone round. (there is a
knock at the door)
Second Zambesi: Oh, that was quick. Come in.
A man puts his head round the door. He is wearing a hat with a
label attached, and speaks in a nasal voice.
Man: Er, hello Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Zambesi?
First Zambesi: Yes, that's right. Are you the man from
Man: No, I've just come to say that he's on his way. Would
you sign this please.
He hands a bare leg severed from the knee downwards round the
First Zambesi: Oh, certainly. (she goes across to the
Man: Thank you very much.
First Zambesi: (she takes the pen from him but drops
it) Ooh! (she picks it up and signs the leg)
Man: Thank you. Sorry to bother you.
First Zambesi: Thank you.
Man: Thank you.
First Zambesi: Thank you.
The man goes. A knock at the door and he reappears.
Man: Um, he's just coming now.
First Zambesi: Thank you.
Another knock at the door
Second Zambesi: Come in!
Man: Here he is.
The door opens and a dummy salesman is flung in, carrying a
briefcase. He flops down on to the floor. The door shuts. The two
pepperpots lean over and look at him for some time.
First Zambesi: Hello ... hello ...
Second Zambesi: (picking up the dummy) That's not a
proper salesman. (she throws it down) I'm not buying one from
him, he doesn't give you confidence.
First Zambesi: He doesn't give me any confidence at all --
he's obviously a dummy. I'll ring Curry's. (she just picks up the
phone without dialing this time) Hello, Curry's -- that salesman
you sent round is obviously a dummy... Oh, thank you very much.
(she puts the phone down) They're sending round a real one.
(a knock on the door)
Second Zambesi: Come in.
Salesman: Good morning -- Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Zambesi?
Second Zambesi: Yes, that's right.
First Zambesi: Yes, that's right ... (out of the side
of the mouth in a man's voice) Yes that's right.
Salesman: (to dummy) All right, Rutherford, I'll
He opens a box and produces a device about the size of a small
teapot with various gadgets and wires on it.
Second Zambesi: Oh, that's nice.
Salesman: Yes, we sell a lot of these. Right, shall we try
Second Zambesi: Oh, do I have to have an operation?
He starts to put it on her head.
Salesman: No, madam, you just strap it on.
Second Zambesi: Doesn't it go inside my head?
Salesman: Not the Roadster, madam, no. You're thinking of
the Brainette Major.
Second Zambesi: How much is that?
CAPTION: 44/6d = £2.22½p
Second Zambesi: Oh no, it's not worth it.
Salesman: Not with the Curry's surgery we use, no, madam.
(he gets out some tools) Now then. The best bet is the
Bertrand Russell Super Silver. That's a real beauty -- 250 quid plus
First Zambesi: Oooh, that's a lot.
Salesman: It's color. Right. (he begins to twiddle a
few knobs; lights flash on occasionally as he does this) One,
two, three, testing, testing.
Second Zambesi: Mince pie for me, please.
First Zambesi: What did she say that for?
Salesman: Quiet please. It's not adjusted yet. (he
makes more adjustments)
Second Zambesi: Oh, I am enjoying this rickshaw ride. I've
been a Tory all my life, my life, my life. Good morning Mr. Presley.
How well you look, you look very well ... our cruising speed is 610
miles per hour ... well well well porridge ... well well well, well,
hello hello dear ... hello dear!
Salesman: Right, one, two, three ... (the salesman
adjusts a switch)
Second Zambesi: ... eight, seven, (he adjusts another
First Zambesi: Oh, she never knew that before.
Salesman: Quiet please. Mrs. Zambesi, who wrote the theory
First Zambesi: I know! I know.
Salesman: Quiet, please! (he adjusts a tuning control)
Second Zambesi: Einstane ... Einstone ... Einsteen ...
Einston ... Einstin ... Einsten ... Einstein.
Second Zambesi: Noël Einstein.
Salesman: Right. That'll be 13/6d please.
First Zambesi: (paying him with invisible money)
Salesman: She can take it off at night, unless she wants
to read, of course. And don't ask her too many questions because it
will get hot. If you do have any trouble here is my card. (he
reaches in his case and hands her the dismembered part of an arm)
Give us a ring -- give us a ring, and either myself, or Mr.
Rutherford, (he picks the dummy up and drags it towards the door)
will come and see you. Goodbye.
First Zambesi: Thank you very much.
As soon as the door is shut, the man's head pops round.
Man: Er, He's gone now.
He withdraws head and shuts the door.
First Zambesi: (tentatively) Er, shall we, er, go
down and give blood?
Second Zambesi: (with slightly glazed eyes) Yes,
please Mr. Roosevelt, but try and keep the noise to a minimum.
First Zambesi: I'll go and get your coat for you.
Second Zambesi: I'm quite warm in this stick of celery,
thank you, Senator Muskie.
The pepperpots appear out of their gate and walk down the
street. We follow them closely.
Second Zambesi: (to neighbor) Stapling machine, Mr.
First Zambesi: (explaining) New brain.
Second Zambesi: Stapling machine, Mrs. Worral.
Into shot comes a pepperpot with identical brain strapped to
head, who is washing her hedge with a scrubbing brush.
Mrs. Worral: Stapling machine, Mrs. Zambesi.
They walk on passing a bus stop at which a penguin is standing
reading a paper. One or two unexploded Scotsmen lie on the ground at
First Zambesi: Are you sure that's working all right?
Second Zambesi: Yes, thank you dear. It's marvelous. I
think we can win one or two of the early primaries, we could split
the urban Republican vote wide open.
First Zambesi: Well, here we are then.
They go into a door marked `Blood Donors'.
Second Zambesi: Well being President of the United States
is something that I shall have to think about.