"Camerons" house for sale.. our bikes would look nice in this garage!

[Sinister]

And work 23 hours a day at the old mill

After which father would beat us within an inch of our lives and send us to bed without any supper.

[zzilla]

After which father would beat us within an inch of our lives and send us to bed without any supper.

And we didn't have a glass to drink out of! We had to suck on a bit of damp cloth.

[ab]

Forget storing bike in the garage, I wish I could live there.

[Bun-bun]

You had a road??? phfffht!
We lived in a graveyard. Every Monday we'd go off and dig ditches, 24 hours a day, all week long. Saturday too. Then, Sunday morning, our Da would cut our throats and kill us and we could lie down for a day. Then, Monday, back to digging. No food, of course, and we had used motor oil to drink.

[il d00d]

The MLS listing.  This realtor missed a really good opportunity to have a sense of humor

"Georgeous 4-4 surrounded by trees!  Like a museum - Very beautiful and very cold.  You should not touch anything!  Perfect for families! Emotionally distant families!"


I would buy that house and hold car launching parties.  I would buy ten-year-old Hyundais and raffle off tickets to act out the Cameron kills the Ferrari scene.

[Rob Hilding]

Might as well have the whole thing:


Michael Palin:  Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.

Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine,

                ay Gessiah?

Terry Gilliam:  You're right there Obediah.

Eric Idle:      Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin'

                here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?

MP: Aye.  In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup

    o' tea.

GC: A cup ' COLD tea.

EI: Without milk or sugar.

TG: OR tea!

MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.

EI: We never used to have a cup.  We used to have to drink out of a

    rolled up newspaper.

GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.

MP: Aye.  BECAUSE we were poor.  My old Dad used to say to me, "Money

    doesn't buy you happiness."

EI: 'E was right.  I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'.  We used to

    live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.

GC: House?  You were lucky to have a HOUSE!  We used to live in one

    room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture.  Half the

    floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for

    fear of FALLING!

TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM!  *We* used to have to live in a

    corridor!

MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor!  Woulda' been a

    palace to us.  We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish

    tip.  We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting

    fish dumped all over us!  House!?  Hmph.

EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered

    by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.

GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and

    live in a lake!

TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE!  There were a hundred and sixty

    of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.

MP: Cardboard box?

TG: Aye.

MP: You were lucky.  We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in

    a septic tank.  We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the

    morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down

    mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out.  When we got home,

    out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!

GC: Luxury.  We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in

    the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to

    work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad

    would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we

    were LUCKY!

TG: Well we had it tough.  We used to have to get up out of the shoebox

    at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues.

    We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four

    hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we

    got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

EI: Right.  I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night,

    half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump

    of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill

    owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,

    our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves

    singing "Hallelujah."

MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't

    believe ya'.

ALL: Nope, nope..

[zzilla]

That just made my day

[Buckethead]

Ya but Ferris was there! 

Yeah, but think of all the other places he's been since then.



Not necessarily a selling point.

[The Architect]

Yeah, but think of all the other places he's been since then.



Not necessarily a selling point.

That's not right!  What did that horse ever do to you that it deserved an insult like that?

[Bick]

For "A few hundred grand more" the broker will throw in a Ferrari?  The one in the clip that books @ $50k?

Ferris Bueller's House is for sale