Monty Python - Woody and tinny words

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I say...
Yes, Daddy?
Croquet hoops look damn pretty this afternoon.
Frightfully damn pretty.
They're coming along awfully well this year.
Yes, better than your Aunt Lavinia's croquet hoops.
Ugh! - dreadful tin things.
I did tell her to stick to wood.
Yes, you can't beat wood...
Gorn!
What's gorn dear?
Nothing, nothing, I just like the word, it gives me confidence.
Gorn...gorn. It's got a sort of woody quality about it.
Gorn. Gorn.
Much better than 'newspaper' or 'litterbin'.
Frightful words!
Perfectly dreadful!
Ugh! Newspaper!...litterbin...dreadful tinny sort of words. Tin, tin, tin.
Oh, dear, don't say 'tin' to Rebecca, you know how it upsets her.
Sorry, old horse.
Sausage!
Sausage...
there's a good woody sort of word, 'sausage'...
Gorn.
Antelope!
Where? On the lawn?
No, no, daddy... Just the word.
Don't want an antelope nibbling the hoops.
No, no. Antelope... sort of nice and woody type of thing.
Don't think so, Becky old chap.
No, no 'antelope', 'antelope' - tinny sort of word.
Oh, sorry old man.
Really, Mansfield.
Well, she's got to come to terms with these things...
seemly...
prodding...
vacuum...
leap...
Hate 'leap'.
Perfectly dreadful.
Sort of PVC-y sort of word, don't you know
Lower-middle.
Bound!
Now you're talking!
Bound...
Vole...
Recidivist.
Bit tinny.
Oh! Sorry, Becky old beast.
Oh dear, I suppose she'll be gorn for a few days now.
Caribou!
Splendid word.
No, dear...nibbling the hoops.
Caribou gorn.
Intercourse.
Later, dear.
No, no, the word, 'intercourse'
- good and woody...
Inter...course...
pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...
...erogenous...zone...
concubine...erogenous zone!
Loose woman...erogenous zone...
Oh, thank you, dear...
it's a funny thing, dear...
all the naughty words sound woody.
Really, dear?...how about tit?
Oh dear, I hadn't thought about that.
Tit. Tit. Oh, that's very tinny, isn't it? Tit, tit.
Ugh! Tinny, tinny...
Oh dear...
ocelot...
wasp...
yowling...
Oh dear, I'm bored...
I'd better go and have a bath, I suppose.
Oh really, must you, dear? You've had nine today.
All right, I'll sack one of the servants...
Simpkins!
Nasty tinny sort of name. Simpkins!
I say, mater, cabbage crates coming over the briny.
Sorry dear, don't understand.
Er...cow-catchers creeping up on the conning towers...
No...sorry...old sport.
Caribou nibbling at the croquet hoops.
Yes, Mansfield shot one in the antlers.
Oh, jolly good show. Is 'Becca about?
No, she's gorn off.
What a super woody sort of phrase. 'Gorn off'.
Yes, she's gorn off because Mansfield said tin to her.
Oh, what rotten luck ... oh well ... whole afternoon to kill ... better have a bath I suppose.
Oh, Gervaise do sing me a song ...
Oh, OK.
Something woody.
For ...
she's going to marry Yum Yum ... oh crikey.
The old song finished her off.
What's ...a
I'm afraid Mrs Vermin Jones appears to have passed off
Dead, is she?
'Fraid so.
What a blow for her.