CROWD: A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! We've found a witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! We've got a witch! A witch! A witch! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! We've found a witch! We've found a witch! A witch! A witch! A witch!
VILLAGER #1: We have found a witch. May we burn her?
CROWD: Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her!
BEDEVERE: How do you know she is a witch?
VILLAGER #2: She looks like one.
CROWD: Right! Yeah! Yeah!
BEDEVERE: Bring her forward.
WITCH: I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch.
BEDEVERE: Uh, but you are dressed as one.
WITCH: They dressed me up like this...
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BEDEVERE: What makes you think she is a witch?
VILLAGER #3: Well, she turned me into a newt.
BEDEVERE: A newt?
VILLAGER #3: I got better...
I don't know why you psoted this but its such a funny skit. At the end she does admit she's a which. How could a woman be the same weight as a duck???? The only thing that should float is small rocks and wood. Don't build your bridges out of stone because they don't float. An english swallow is wholey unable to carry a coconut on which to ride, plus african swallows are completely unmigratory.
ReplyDeleteWe're all a "which"... And a "that" too, for that matter.
ReplyDeleteJust kidding around, and having fun at Pastor Locke's expense (see Gary's post below).