The clip British officer class Part 2 from The Meaning of Life (1983) with John Cleese, Graham Chapman
Well, it would, wouldn't it?
That's quite a bite you've got there.
Yes. A real beauty, isn't it?
Any idea how it happened?
None whatsoever. Complete mystery to me.
Woke up just now, one sock too many.
Must have a hell of a hole in your net.
We've sent for the doctor.
Hardly worth it, is it?
Yes. Better safe than sorry.
Yes. Good Lord, look at this.
By Jove! That's enormous.
You don't think it'll come back, do you?
For more, you mean?
We'd better get it stitched.
Morning. I came as fast as I could. Is something up?
Yes. During the night, old Perkins got his leg bitten, sort of, off.
Yeah. Been in the wars, have we?
Any headache? Bowels all right?
Well, let's have a look at this one leg of yours, then.
Yes, well, this is nothing to worry about.
There's a lot of it about. Probably a virus. Keep warm, plenty of rest...
...and if you're playing football or anything, try and favour the other leg.
As right as rain in a couple of days.
Thanks for the reassurance.
Not at all. That's what I'm here for.
Any other problems I can reassure you about?
No, I'm fine.
Jolly good. Well, must be off.
So it'll just grow back again, then, will it?
I think I'd better come clean with you about this.
It's not a virus, I'm afraid.
You see, a virus is what we doctors call very, very small.
So small it could not possibly have made off with a whole leg.
What we're looking for, this is no more than an educated guess...
...I'd like to make that clear, is some multicellular life form...
...with stripes, huge, razor-sharp teeth, about 11-foot long...
The clip British officer class Part 3 from The Meaning of Life (1983) with John Cleese
...and of the genus felis horribilis.
What we doctors, in fact, call a tiger.
A tiger in Africa?
A tiger in Africa?
It's probably escaped from a zoo.
Doesn't sound very likely to me.
The attack's over, sir. The Zulus are retreating.
Quite a lot of casualties, sir. C
division wiped out. Signal's gone.
Thirty men killed in F-section.
I should think about 150 men altogether, sir.
I haven't got the final figures, but there's a lot of seriously wounded-
Yes, the thing is, Sergeant, I've got a bit of a problem here.
One of the officers has lost a leg.
Oh, no, sir!
I'm afraid so. Probably a tiger.
The M.O. says we can stitch it back on if we can find it immediately.
Right, sir. I'll organize a party.
It's hardly the time for that, Sergeant.
A search party.
Much better idea.
Sorry about the mess.
We'll try to clear it up by the time you get back.
We showed 'em, didn't we, sir?
We got a search party. Leave that alone.
All this killing, bloodshed, bloody good fun, sir, isn't it?
Yes, very good.
Nasty wound you've got there, fella.
Thank you very much, sir.
Come on, Private. Making up a search party.
Better than staying home, isn't it?
At home if you kill someone, they arrest you.
Here, they give you a gun and show you what to do.
I mean, I killed 15 of those buggers, sir. At home, they'd hang me.
Here, they'll give me a fucking medal, sir.