Series 2, Episode 21: Poofy Judges
FIRST JUDGE Eric Idle
SECOND JUDGE Michael Palin
(Apropos of nothing cut to oak-pandled robing chamber in the Old Bailey. Two Judges in full wigs and red robes enter.)
First Judge: (very camp) Oh, I’ve had such a morning in the High Court. I could stamp my little feet the way those QC’s carry on.
Second Judge: (just as camp) Don’t I know it, love.
First Judge: Objection here, objection there! And that nice policeman giving his evidence so well – beautiful speaking voice … well after a bit all I could do was bang my little gavel.
Second Judge: You what, love?
First Judge: I banged me gavel. I did me ‘silence in court’ bit. Ooh! If looks could kill that prosecuting counsel would be in for thirty years. How did your summing up go?
Second Judge: Well, I was quite pleased actually. I was trying to do my butch voice, you know, ‘what the jury must understand’, and they loved it, you know. I could see that foreman eyeing me.
First Judge: Really?
Second Judge: Yes, cheeky devil.
First Judge: Was he that tall man with that very big… ?
Second Judge: No, just a minute – I must finish you know. Anyway, I finished up with ‘the actions of these vicious men is a violent stain on the community and the full penalty of the law is scarcely sufficient to deal with their ghasdy crimes’, and I waggled my wig! Just ever so slightly, but it was a stunning effect.
First Judge: Oh, I bet it was… like that super time I wore that striped robe in the Magistrates Court.
Second Judge: Oh, aye.