Marriage Blogging

Our pal Chai-rista recently got uncharacteristically gooey over hubby Pep and Lintenfiniel Jen is, of course, still awash in post-honeymoon bliss. This prompted me to remember one of my favorite little throw-away Python sketches (from one of my favorite Python episodes). Because I don't have much else to say at the moment, I post it for your enjoyment:

A man (Eric Idle) comes through a door with a neat little bride in a bridal dress. The man walks up to the registrar (Terry Jones) who is sitting at his desk with a sign saying 'Registrar of Marriages '.

Man: Good morning.

Registrar: Good morning.

Man: Are you the registrar?

Registrar: I have that function.

Man: I was here on Saturday, getting married to a blond girl, and I'd like to change, please. I'd like to have this one instead, please.

Registrar: What do you mean?

Man: Er, well, the other one wasn't any good, so I'd like to swap it for this one, please. Er, I have paid. I paid on Saturday. Here's the ticket. (gives him the marriage licence.)

Registrar: Ah, oh, no. That was when you were married.

Man: Er, yes. That was when I was married to the wrong one. I didn't like the colour. This is the one I want to have, so if you could just change the forms round I can take this one back with me now.

Registrar (aghast): I can't do that.

Man: Look, make it simpler, I'll pay again.

Registrar (more firmly): No, you can't do that.

Man: Look, all I want you to do is change the wife, say the words, blah, blab, blah, back to my place, no questions asked.

Registrar (stuffily): I'm sorry sir, but we're not allowed to change.

Man: You can at Harrods.

Registrar: You can't.

Man: You can. I changed my record player and there wasn't a grumble.

Registrar: It's different.

Man: And I changed my pet snake, and I changed my Robin Day tie.

Registrar (suddenly losing temper): Well, you can't change your bloody wife!

Man: Oh, all right! Well, can I borrow one for the weekend.

Registrar: No!

Man: Oh, blimey, I only wanted a jolly good...

A whistle blows. A referee (John Cleese) runs on, takes his book out and proceeds to take the name of the man in the registry office, amidst protests.

Heh. No matter how many times I see this, I still laugh.