(Cut to front of a booklet, entitled 'A Dissertation on
Thripshaw's Disease Presented to the Royal College of Surgeons by Dr
f. Henry Thnpshaw'. Captions zoom forward over it:)
(A page of the book turns to reveal the title 'David O.
Seltzer Presents '. The page turns again to reveal 'Rip Glint in: '.
The page turns again to reveal a title in stone lettering ~ la
Ben-Hut, with searchlights behind h la 20th-Century Fox: 'Dr E.
Henry Thripshaw's Disease'. Cut to stock film of marauding knights.)
SUPERIMPOSED CAPTION: 'SYR1A 1203'
(The knights sack a village, looting, pillaging, burning and
murdering. Cut to a studio set with interviewer and Thripshaw.)
Interviewer: (speaking with frequent pauses, as of one
reading from a slow autocue) That clip... comes from the new
David O. Seltzer... film. The author... of that film clip ... is
with me ... now. Doctor E. Henry ... Thripshaw.
Thripshaw: Well, I feel that they have missed the whole
point of my disease.
Interviewer: This is .... always the problem ... with
directors of film... clips.
Thripshaw: Yes, well you see, they've dragged in all this
Interviewer: What... are you doing ... now?
Thripshaw: Well at the moment I am working on a new
disease, which I hope to turn into a musical, but, primarily we are
working on a re-make of my first disease and this time we're hoping
to do it properly.
Interviewer: Well ... let's just ... take a ... look at
this new film...clip.
(Film clip exactly as before. Cut to Thripshaw at a desk
evidently in a castle. A knight in amour rushes up to him.)
Thripshaw: Well now, what seems to be the matter?
(Cut to a comer at the set where a man emerges from a barrel.)
Man: The next sketch starts after some silly noises.