That Mitchell and Webb Look | Season 4
© 2006 British Broadcasting Corporation
That Mitchell and Webb Look is painfully funny, thought-provoking and intelligent. It is also puerile and very, very silly. Which is exactly how comedy should be. From a green clarinet which forces people to speak aloud embarrassing truths to Queen Victoria and her obsession with a bush that smells like ejaculate, there's something for everyone here.
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Clip 1 S04 E01 |
A company presentation ends in a massacre when the MD can't seem to cope (without extreme violence) with mispronunciation and bad grammar from members of his team. |
Ian |
Which means a better outcome for everyone. Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes my presentation on the Healthy Homes and Hospitals programme, or haitch, haitch, haitch. Any questions? |
Tony |
How do you say your acronym again? |
Ian |
It's haitch, haitch, haitch. |
Tony |
Thought so. |
[He screws a suppressor onto a handgun and shoots Ian in the head, killing him instantly before double-tapping him on the floor] |
Woman |
Bloody Hell! You just shot Ian! |
Tony |
It's pronounced "aitch." Not "haitch." Aitch. |
Luke |
You can't shoot him, just for that. |
Tony |
I just did. Anyway, it's my company, I can do what I like. |
Woman |
But we all signed the No Bullying in the Workplace Pledge which pecifically bans physical violence. |
Tony |
What did you say? |
Woman |
I said it pecifically bans physical violence. |
Tony |
It's "specifically." With an S. Specifically. |
[He executes her, too] |
Luke |
Bloody Hell, Tony... will you stop shooting people for saying things wrong? |
Tony |
[Pointing at a woman sat on the opposite side of the table] |
You. What are you drinking? |
Woman |
A... coffee. |
Tony |
What type? |
Woman |
It's an expresso. |
[TONY executes her where she sits] |
Tony |
The word is Espresso. |
Luke |
Stop it, Tony! |
Tony |
Oh, come on, Luke. You know very well I killed my own wife for ironically saying mispronunciation. If I apply rigorous standards at home, I see no reason why the same standards shouldn't apply in the workplace. |
Luke |
Why do you have to shoot them? Why can't you just sack them? |
Tony |
Hmm. Well, I never thought of that. Yes I... I suppose I could. It's just the red mist tends to descend whenever I'm confronted with ignorami. |
Luke |
Actually, Tony, I think you'll find it's ignoramuses. |
Tony |
What? |
Luke |
It's from the Latin. We are ignorant. That makes it a verb, not a noun. |
Tony |
Oh, no. What have I done? |
[He turns the gun on himself] |
Clip 2 S04 E05 |
Come on... we've all met them. At a party, at a convention, at a team-building event. The man who thinks he's a natural-born people-person. But is, in fact, a total and utter dildo. |
Man |
So... James, pleasure to meet you, James. Real pleasure to meet you. Heard a lot about you, James. |
James |
Really? |
Man |
Zing! Like it! So, uh... tell me, James... what do you do for your day job? I'm asking because I'm genuinely interested. |
James |
Well, well... I work in a sewage treatment plant. It's pretty low-key but occasionally there's a blockage which means someone's got to physically - |
Man |
Yeah, brilliant! Yeah, God, I'm so bloody fascinated, James. I'd like to glue my brain to your face. |
James |
Are you evening listening to me - |
Man |
That is so true. |
James |
I... I'm not even talking. |
Man |
Hah! Me neither! We've got so much in common! We should totally do lunch. |
James |
Oh, I see what's going on here. |
Man |
What? |
James |
You think you're good with people. |
Man |
Sorry? |
James |
It all makes sense. The... the fake matiness, the rapey arm-touching, the... the way you keep using my name in a way that makes me feel oddly violated as if you've just dipped your c*ck in my drink. |
Man |
Sorry. It's called people skills. |
James |
Well, I'm sorry to have to break this to you, mate, but these people skills you seem so desperate to thrust at me as if I'm the social equivalent of a wa*k doll, just make you seem weird and a bit scary. No offence, but in a party situation, you seem about as relaxed and friendly as a serial killer doing a police interview whilst still wearing his last victim's skin! |
Man |
Oh. |
James |
Don't worry... it's totally normal. It doesn't make you the sort of freaky, long finger-nailed loner who gets arrested in Sainsburys' for stroking the bread. Being sh*t with people is just a very minor disability you share with anyone who isn't Alan Carr or Top Cat. Just accept it and move on. |
Man |
Okay, well... p*ss off and stand on your own, then. |
James |
That's more like it. |
Clip 3 S04 E05 |
Having a baby can make or break a relationship. Tiredness, sore nipples, stretchmarks... you know. I'm not selling this concept very well, am I? Having a baby is an amazing thing. Honest. |
Vicar |
So, uh... the wedding worked? |
Man |
Yes, the wedding worked. |
Woman |
Well done, us! |
[The man grimaces, sarcastically] |
Vicar |
And you've called her Dorothy? Lovely name. |
Woman |
Yes, she's Dorothy although, uh... we prefer to call her Dottie. Don't we Dottie? |
Man |
[Peering into the baby bouncer adoringly] |
Hello, Dottie! |
Woman |
Hello, Dottie! |
Man |
I prefer Dorothy, actually. |
Woman |
UP YOURS! |
Man |
UP YOURS! |
[Turning back to the vicar] |
So you'd like the Christening to form part of the regular Sunday service? |
Vicar |
Yes, if... if that's okay with you. |
Woman |
Fine. |
Man |
Absolutely. |
Woman |
[Mocking her husband] |
Absolutely! |
Man |
SH*T YOU! |
Vicar |
Otherwise it's a bit like welcoming someone into a family while everyone's in bed. |
Woman |
In bed? What are you saying? |
Man |
We still have sex, you know. |
Woman |
I mean, we are very tired but... |
Man |
I'm not tired. |
Woman |
You're not breastfeeding. |
Man |
Neither are you, any more. |
Woman |
[Bursting into tears] |
It's very hard. |
Man |
[Also bursting into tears] |
It's been hard for me, too. |
Woman |
UP YOURS! |
Man |
UP YOURS! |
Vicar |
Guys, this - |
Man / Woman |
[Turning their anger towards the VICAR] |
UP YOURS! |
Man |
UP YOURS! |
Woman |
UP YOURS! |
Man |
UP YOURS! |
Vicar |
UP YOURS! UP YOURS! |
[BABY DOROTHY lets out a fart] |
Woman |
What a lovely fart. |
Man |
Good girl! |