Mr ADG wrote:
AND THEN THIS HAPPENED.
Salty: We have found a witch. May we burn him?
Bunker: Burn him! Burn! Burn him! Burn him!
Mr I: How do you know he is a witch?
Mr Ed: He looks like one.
Bunker: Right! Yeah! Yeah!
Mr I: Bring him forward.
Sarf: I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch.
Mr I: Uh, but you are dressed as one.
Sarf: They dressed me up like this.
Bunker: Augh, we didn't! We didn't...
Sarf: And this isn't my nose. It's a false one.
Mr I: Well?
Salty: Well, we did do the nose.
Mr I: The nose?
Salty: And the hat, but he is a witch!
Mr Ed: Yeah!
Bunker: We burn him! Right! Yeaaah! Yeaah!
Mr I: Did you dress him up like this?
Salty: No!
Mr Ed and Fens: No. No.
Mr Ed: No.
Salty: No.
Mr Ed and Fens: No.
Salty: Yes.
Mr Ed: Yes.
Salty: Yes. Yeah, a bit.
Fens: A bit.
Salty & Mr ed: A bit.
Fens: A bit.
Salty: He has got a wart.
RANDOM: [cough]
Mr I: What makes you think he is a witch?
Fens: Well, he turned me into a newt.
Mr I: A newt?
Fens: I got better.
Mr Ed: Burn him anyway!
Salty: Burn!
Bunker: Burn him! Burn! Burn him!..
.
Mr I: Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! There are ways of telling whether he is a
witch.
Salty: Are there?
Mr Ed: Ah?
Salty: What are they?
Bunker: Tell us! Tell us!...
Mr I: Tell me. What do you
do with witches?
Mr Ed: Burn!
Salty: Burn!
Bunker: Burn! Burn them up! Burn!...
Mr I: And what do you burn apart from witches?
Salty: More witches!
Fens: Shh!
Mr Ed: Wood!
Mr I: So, why do witches burn?
[pause]
Fens: B--... 'cause they're made of... wood?
Mr I: Good! Heh heh.
Bunker: Oh, yeah. Oh.
Mr I: So, how do we tell whether he is made of wood?
Salty: Build a bridge out of him.
Mr I: Ah, but can you not also make bridges out of stone?
Salty: Oh, yeah.
RANDOM: Oh, yeah. True. Uhh...
Mr I: Does wood sink in water?
Salty: No. No
.
Mr Ed: No, it floats! It floats!
Salty: Throw him into the pond!
Bunker: The pond! Throw him into the pond!
Mr I: What also floats in water?
Salty: Bread!
Mr Ed: Apples!
Fens: Uh, very small rocks!
Salty: Cider!
Mr Ed: Uh, gra-- gravy!
Salty: Cherries!
Mr Ed: Mud!
Fens: Uh, churches! Churches!
Mr Ed: Lead! Lead!
Richard Head: A duck!
Bunker: Oooh.
Mr I: Exactly. So, logically...
Salty: If... he... weighs... the same as a duck,... he's made of wood.
Mr I: And therefore?
Mr Ed: A witch!
Salty: A witch!
Bunker: A witch! A witch!...
Catweasle: Here is a duck. Use this duck.
[quack quack quack]
Mr I: Very good. We shall use my largest scales.
Bunker: Ohh! Ohh! Burn the witch! Burn the witch! Burn him! Burn him!
Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Ahh! Ahh...
Mr I: Right. Remove the supports!
[whop]
[clunk]
[creak]
Bunker: A witch! A witch! A witch!
Sarf: It's a fair cop.
Fens: Burn him!
Bunker: Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Burn! Burn!...
Bunker: We lost interest after the first line.
