After Monty Python's "Spam" sketch(available on YouTube):
Scene: Man and woman enter a diner and walk to the counter. Behind a waitress/cashier a sign reads, "WinchEsteR UniverSity Poetry Conference And Book Sale Diner."
Man: Morning!
Waitress: Morning! Welcome to WE R SCABS Diner.
Man: Well, what've you got?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and scab; egg bacon and scab; egg bacon sausage and scab; scab bacon sausage and scab; scab egg scab scab bacon and scab; scab sausage scab scab bacon scab tomato and scab.
Poets: Scab scab scab scab...
Waitress: ...scab scab scab egg and scab; scab scab scab scab scab scab baked beans scab scab scab and scab.
Poets: Scab! Lovely scab! Lovely scab!
Waitress: ...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and scab.
Wife: Have you got anything without scab?
Waitress: Well, there's scab egg sausage and scab, that's not got much scab in it.
Wife: I don't want ANY scab!
Man: Why can't she have egg bacon scab and sausage?
Wife: THAT'S got scab in it!
Man: Hasn't got as much scab in it as scab egg sausage and scab, has it?
Poets: Scab scab scab scab... (Crescendo through next few lines...)
Wife: Could you do the egg bacon scab and sausage without the scab then?
Waitress: Urgghh!
Wife: What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like scab!
Poets: Lovely scab! Wonderful scab!
Waitress: Shut up!
Poets: Lovely scab! Wonderful scab!
Waitress: Shut up! (Poets stop) Bloody Poets! You can't have egg bacon scab and sausage without the scab.
Wife: I don't like scab!
Man: Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your scab. I love it. I'm having scab scab scab scab scab scab scab beaked beans scab scab scab and scab!
Poets: Scab scab scab scab. Lovely scab! Wonderful scab!
Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off.
Man: Well could I have her scab instead of the baked beans then?
Waitress: You mean scab scab scab scab scab scab... (but it is too late and the Poets drown her words)
Poets: (Singing elaborately...) Scab scab scab scab. Lovely scab! Wonderful scab! Scab sca-a-a-a-a-ab scab sca-a-a-a-a-ab scab. Lovely scab! Lovely scab! Lovely scab! Lovely scab! Lovely scab! Scab scab scab scab!
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