Amazulu.
Oh, is that right? I'm a Glaswegian.
The Young Ones · Season 2
Amazulu.
Oh, is that right? I'm a Glaswegian.
[Vyvyan is trying to blow up Rick with his howitzer for not admitting to be a virgin.]
No, Vyvyan! Please! Look, you were right and I was wrong. I am a virgin.
Not for long, matey! [fires at Rick again]
Vyv, will you zip it, you're giving me tunnel vision!
STOP SHOUTING NEIL!!
Stop shouting yourself!
I AM NOT SHOUTING!!
Yes, you are!
I BLOODY WELL AM NOT!!! IF YOU WANT TO HEAR SHOUTING MATEY THIS IS IT!!!
[Rick starts yelling like a baby, whilst Vyvyan lights a Molotov cocktail]
It's funny, but being ill makes me lose my usual tolerant and easygoing approach to communal living.
[Vyvyan throws the Molotov cocktail into Rick's bedroom, which explodes]
Oh, well, how ruddy considerate, Vyvyan. Thank you very much!
Yeah, thanks, Vyv. That petrol bomb's really cleared my sinuses.
Why aren't you dead?!
I'm not prepared to discuss it with you, Vyvyan. You will be hearing from my solicitors in the morning. I'm going to write to my MP.
[Takes out paper and pencil]
You haven't got an MP, Rick. You're an anarchist.
Oh. Well, then I shall write to the lead singer of Echo and the Bunnymen!
What this? [Holding a fish]
It's a fish, mate.
Oh, thanks.
[writing] Dear Mr. Echo....
Why did I do that?
Ah, Vyvyan, beginning to regret it now, are you?
Of course I'm beginning to regret it. That was nearly a full bottle of vodka! That's £7.99 you owe me, ploppy pants!
Oh, stop being so blinking bourgeoisie! All property is theft, Vyvyan.
All right, then. Where's your girlie purse? (...)
Hang on a minute, I haven't finish my sentence. I meant to say: What's this fish doing in my bed?
It's not in your bed, Mike.
Mike': Oh yeah. Right, right, yeah. Thanks Vyv.
[takes Rick's coin purse, removes some money] Ha ha! Found it!
You put that back! That's my personal property!
You just said all property is theft, Rick.
Well, yes, it is.
Yeah, so I'm nicking it.
Stop! Thief! Thief!
Hello, Vyvyan!
Piss off!
That's no way to talk to your mother, Vyvyan!
Alright then... piss off, Mum!
That's better.
What d'you want?
Well, what're Mums for?
I dunno, having babies?
Don't be so sexist, Vyvyan! (twists the crotch of his jeans.)
(gasps in pain) I'm sorry, Mum.
No, I heard you was ill so I bought you a present.
The last present you gave me was a box of matches.
That was a joke.
I was only eight weeks old... well, what've you bought me this time?
A bottle of vodka.
(smiles) Oh, brilliant! Thanks, Mum! (tips the bottle and nothing comes out.) This is empty.
Ha! Ha! Up yours, ugly!
Dear me, what a... what a ghastly smell!
Yeah, that's Vyvyan, Mummy. He's going to be a doctor.
How d'you do!
Oh, fascinating! I think I'm going to be sick.
Now why couldn't you be in one of those nice situation comedies that your mother likes. Like, uh, what's the thing called...?
Grange Hill!
Yes! That's the one.
[Scene changes to School Corridor. Two school boys run in.]
So that's settled. We'll organise a protest against school uniforms!
Great! We can use the banners left over from the last protest we organised, so that racism wouldn't be an issue in this school.
Good idea. I'll get Mucka, Ducka, Trucka and Sucka, and you get Spaz.
But I am Spaz!
Oh. I better get him as well then. Come on!
[They run into a teacher.]
Oh! Sorry, Mr. Liberal. We were just on our way to...
Now hang on you pair of scruffy tear-aways. Don't you realise that the way you act is influencing millions of children to talk Cockney and be insubordinate?
Oh, come on, sir. We're the only kids in Britain who never say f-
You must be joking! I don't watch that ghastly programme!
I'm sorry, my dear. It was my mistake. I meant The Good Life.
Oh, yes. That's the one.
[The introduction to The Good Life starts playing]
[Ripping up the introduction to The Good Life] NO, NO, NO, NO! WE ARE NOT WATCHING THE BLOODY GOOD LIFE! BLOODY, BLOODY, BLOODY! I HATE IT! IT'S SO BLOODY NICE! FELICITY "TREACLE" KENDAL, AND RICHARD "SUGAR FLAVOURED SNOT" BRIERS! WHAT DO THEY DO NOW? CHOCOLATE BLOODY BUTTON ADS, THAT'S WHAT! THEY'RE NOTHING BUT A COUPLE OF REACTIONARY STEREOTYPES, CONFIRMING THE MYTH THAT EVERYONE IN BRITAIN IS A LOVABLE MIDDLE CLASS ECCENTRIC, AND I HATE THEM!!
That was a highly articulate outburst, Vyvyan. I only hope they're not watching.
Well you can stop now, Vyvyan. You can just about blummin' well zip it up! Because if you've got anything horrid to say about Felicity Kendal, then you can just about blummin' well say it to me first!
Rick, I just did!
Oh you did, did you? Well I ought to give a ruddy great punch on the bottom for what you just said! You're talking about the woman I love!
And me, I love her too!
Well I agree with the spotty twerps on that one. Felicity Kendal is sweetly pretty, just what a real girly should be. I mean, speaking as a Feminist myself I can safely say this; that Felicity Kendal is a wonderful woman, and I want to protect her.
Well, it's the first time I've ever heard it called that!
Ah, well. Boing!
(Jumps in the air and motions Rick and Vyvyan to do the same. The two exchange looks before following suit.)
(Jumping) Boing!
[Rick is lying in bed, looking nervous after he believed he killed Neil. His conscience starts speaking to him.]
Rick... Rick... this is the voice of your conscience speaking.
Zip it! Zip it!
Don't tell me to be shut, you spotty little bastard! I'm your conscience. You killed Neil, didn't you?
No! No! It wasn't me. It was, er, Vyvyan and Mike. They did it and I'm going to tell on them as well!
They didn't bloody well do it! It was you!
Oh, God! Whose side are you on?!
Not bloody yours, matey!
Get out of my head, pooh-hole!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Try and make me, farty breath!
[From the other room.]
Rick, will you tell your conscience to shut it’s mouth?! I'm trying to get some sleep!
Do you think ants go to discos?
Vyvyan, it has been proved that ants are highly intelligent with a well ordered society. The last thing they go to would be discos.
Well, why's one of them wearing a silver boob tube then?
There's a very good reason for that.
What?
You're talking crap.
[on his final exam] It was terrible. I sat in the big hall and put my packet of polos on the desk, and my spare pencil and my support gonk and my chewing gum and my extra pen, and my extra polos and my lucky gonk, and my pencil sharpener shaped like a cream cracker and three more gonks with a packet of polos in each, and lead for my retractable pencil and my retractable pencil, and my spare lead for my retractable pencil, and chewing gum and pencils and pens and more gonks and the guy said "Stop writing please."!
Oh yes, Mike, your tutor asked me to tell you that if you don't start turning up to class next September, then he and the Dean are going to have to seriously reconsider your grant.
Well, you can tell my tutor that I've still got the photos of him and the Dean.
[Having just knocked out Neil with a cricket bat] What's a hippie worth then, a six?
Six? It would have been worth six if you'd killed him, Mike. Let's call it two.
Fair enough.
Don't think I don't know exactly who drew that thingy-ma-jig on the back on my curriculum vitae.
Well, they like to know what your hobbies are, Rick.
Well, all I can say Vyvyan, is that tiny things please tiny minds.
Yeah, and with a thing that tiny you're gonna be hard put to please anything!
(holding a cake) Surprise!
(crawling with his back aflame) More of a shock really, Neil! It's not every day someone deliberately sets fire to you during a cricket match!
(extinguishes the fire on Rick's back) Shut up, Rick, no one's on fire. Neil, it's not often you interest me, but today you have. Why do you keep running in here carrying a cake and yelling "Surprise!"?
Well, because it's my birthday, Mike.
Now, you knew that anyway, and we don't care, so where's the surprise?
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