Not a clue, sorry.I did just idle away a good half hour transcribing PTIKOBJ..
no idea why. I like it, I guess.
Opening title: PTIKOBJ
'Hello! W-What are you doing in my house?'
Man: 'Well! Well, I'm here to tell you about, about - look, it, it's known,
that when a half-eaten dog falls from the sky, it's good luck. That's, that's
what I, that's what I'm here to tell you.'
'Oh - oh, okay then. Thank you.'
Narration: 'Now it's a funny thing that he told me that, because the very next
day there was a dog, in my.. cheese.'
Dog: 'Ummm.. um, I'm just eatin' yer cheese. Y'don't mind, d'you? It's, it
don't taste of owt, like, it, it's prob'ly gone off, so y'don't need it. It's
alright, I'll just eat it. It's like, I'm like a bin. I'll bin fer ya.
*cut*
Girl: 'There isn't much noise outside today, is there?'
'She was right, there isn't! That's very odd.'
Intertitle: ORGANS IN MAINS
'Organs in mains! What does that mean? What does 'organs in mains' mean? Ah!
That's all I took from that dream.'
Voice: 'There's a dog - trapped inside your guitar.'
'I know that! That's not a dream. There IS a dog trapped in my guitar.'
Small Dog: 'Ohh shit, I'm trapped in yer guitar, like.'
'You can't talk!'
Small Dog: 'Rurruh ruh ruh rurrurruh.'
'I know, I know, you're hungry, aren't you, but I can't fit a beef shield
through there, so you're just going to have to - like - I think there's some
guitar strings to eat in front of you, so just eat those.'
*cut*
Cat: 'STOP IT! Look, I'm gonna be honest with you now, I don't want you to do
that any more. I'm not a machine gun, ah, it, it does my head in, and I don't
like it. Just stop it.'
Girl: 'Oh. Oh, I didn't realise. Well, you always seemed to enjoy it before.
Something changed?'
Cat: 'No, no, I just don't like it, and I don't like it when you do a Russian
voice either. Don't do that. Scares me.'
Girl: 'Oh. Oh, sorry. Oh, okay then. Um, I didn't realise. I'm sorry.'
Intertitle: GIVEN THE CHOICE, WHAT DO YOU DREAM ABOUT?
Narration: 'If, if this was my dream, I guess, I guess I like being pestered,
so I'd have a man pestering me, to sell me tapes.'
Man: 'D'you want any tapes, sir?'
Narration: 'I, I'd decline, naturally. I'd say, 'No, I don't want any of your
blasted tapes!''
Man: 'I've got Celine Dion.. we've got the best of INXS.. all the classics,
all the best tapes..'
'No, no, don't want any..'
Man: 'Twelve pounds, for all of 'em?'
'Ah, I don't want any tapes. I don't want any, for any amount of money.'
Man: 'Four pounds twenty-seven?'
'No.'
Man: 'Four pound nine.'
'No, no thank you, don't want any tapes, no.'
Narration: 'Yeah, well, he'd keep pestering me, and, and.. and then I guess he'd
die, and therefore, a small victory on my part. Aha!'
End titles: BY FOYF. EAT MY PISS.
Rapitinui get in the cage and I'll give you a treat,
Thu 13 Oct 2005, 5:49,
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