MARY RECRUITMENT OFFICE/ BUS
Caption: 'THE MAKERS OF THIS FILM WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE WHO GAVE US LOTS OF MONEY TO SEE THEIR NAMES IN LIGHTS: VICTOR - HIS FRIEND BOBBY - AND - MARY
Pull back to show that 'Mary' is part of a sign saying: 'Mary Recruitment Office'. Pull out to reveal that it is a sign over a shop as for army recruiting office. An RSM with waxed moustache and snappy straight-against-the-forehead peaked cap comes out of the shop. He hangs a clearly printed sign on a nail on the door. It reads: 'Sketch just starting - actor wanted'.
Voice Over: (J.C.) Sketch just starting, actor wanted.
The RSM looks up and down the road, glances up at the sign above his shop without noticing it. He goes inside again. A man walks up, reads the sign and enters. He is Mr. Man.
Mr. Man: (E.I.) Good morning.
RSM: (G.C.) Morning, sir.
Mr. Man: I'd like to join the army please.
RSM: I see. Short service or long service commission, sir?
Mr. Man: As long as possible please.
RSM: Right well I'll just take a few particulars and then...
Suddenly he looks as though a dim memory has penetrated his skull. He breaks off, looking thoughtful, walks towards the door and exits. He comes out of shop, looks up at word 'Mary', tuts and changes the letters round to read 'Army'. He suddenly looks round and we see a queue of nuns.
RSM: Shove off! (he goes back inside) Then there'll be a few forms to sign, and of course we'll need references and then a full medical examination by the ...
Mr. Man: Yes. Yes, yes I see. (diffidently) I was just wondering whether it would be possible for me to join... the women's army?
RSM: The Women's Royal Army Corps, sir?
Mr. Man: Yes. I was just thinking, you know, if it was possible for me to have my choice ... I'd prefer to be in the Women's Royal Army Corps.
RSM: Well, I'm afraid that the people that recruit here normally go straight into the Scots Guards.
Mr. Man: Which is all... men... I suppose?
RSM: Yes it is.
Mr. Man: Yes. Are there any regiments which are more effeminate than others?
RSM: Well, no sir. I mean, apart from the Marines, they're all dead butch.
Mr. Man: You see, what I really wanted was a regiment where I could be really quiet and have more time to myself to work with fabrics, and creating new concepts in interior design.
RSM: Working with fabrics and experimenting with interior design!
Mr. Man: Yes.
RSM: Oh well you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir.
Mr. Man: Oh.
RSM: Oh yes. That's the only regiment that's really doing something new with interior design, with colour, texture, line and that.
Mr. Man: I see.
RSM: Oh yes, I mean their use of colour with fabrics is fantastic. I saw their pattern book the other day - beautiful, beautiful. Savage tans, great slabs of black set against aggressive orange. It really makes you want to shout out, this is good! This is real!
Mr. Man: Really?
RSM: Oh yes. I mean the Enniskillen Fusiliers and the Anglian Regiment are all right if you're interested in the art nouveau William Morris revival bit, but if you really want a regiment of the line that is really saying something about interior decor, then you've got to go for the Durham Light Infantry.
Mr. Man: Oh, I've had enough of this. I'm handing in my notice.
RSM: What do you mean?
Mr. Man: Well I mean, when I applied for this job I thought I'd get a few decent lines but you end up doing the whole thing. I mean my last five speeches have been 'really, really - I see - I see' and 'really'. I wouldn't give those lines to a dog.
RSM: All right, all right, all right, sonny. I'll tell you what. We'll do something different. I'll be a bus conductor, and you can be a really funny passenger on a bus.
Cut to a bus set. There is a very bad backcloth of the interior of the top deck of a bus. It looks like the set for a rather tatty revue. On the cut Mr. Man is standing in exactly the same place as he was - so that it looks as if the scene has changed around him. The RSM appears from one side. He is still dressed basically as an RSM but has a few bus conductor things such as a ticket machine, money satchel and a big arrow through his neck. He talks like a music-hall comedian.
RSM: Any more fares please? I've got a chauffeur and every time I go to the lavatory he drives me potty! Boom-boom! One in a row (sings) I'm not unusual. I'm just...
Mr. Man: Fivepenny please.
RSM: Five beautiful pennies going in to the bag... and you are the lucky winner of... one fivepenny ticket! (hands him a ticket) What's the Welshman doing under the bed? He's having a leak! Oh they're all in here tonight. (brief film clip of audience laughing)
Mr. Man: Look!
RSM: I am looking - it's the only way I keep my eyelids apart! Boom-boom! Every one a Maserati!
Mr. Man: Look! You said I was going to be a funny passenger.
RSM: (snapping out of music-hall manner) What do you mean?
Mr. Man: I mean, all I said was, fivepenny please, You can't call that a funny line.
RSM: Well it's the way you said it.
Mr. Man: No it isn't. Nobody can say 'fivepenny please' and make it funny.
Cut to vox pop of city gent in a busy street.
City Gent: (T.J.) Fivepenny please.
Cut to stock film of audience rolling about with laughter and clapping.
This sketch continues on to the Man Who Makes People Laugh Uncontrollably sketch