From the movie- Monty Python's The Meaning of Life
[A classroom. The boys are sitting quietly studying.]
Boy: He's coming!
[Pandemonium breaks out. The Headmaster walks in.]
Headmaster: All right, settle down, settle down. [He puts his papers down.] Now before I begin the lesson will those of you who are playing in the match this afternoon move your clothes down on to the lower peg immediately after lunch before you write your letter home, if you're not getting your hair cut, unless you've got a younger brother who is going out this weekend as the guest of another boy, in which case collect his note before lunch, put it in your letter after you've had your hair cut, and make sure he moves your clothes down onto the lower peg for you. Now...
Wymer: Sir?
Headmaster: Yes, Wymer?
Wymer: My younger brother's going out with Dibble this weekend, sir, but I'm not having my hair cut today sir, so do I move my clothes down or...
Headmaster: I do wish you'd listen, Wymer, it's perfectly simple. If you're not getting your hair cut, you don't have to move your brother's clothes down to the lower peg, you simply collect his note before lunch after you've done your scripture prep when you've written your letter home before rest, move your own clothes on to the lower peg, greet the visitors, and report to Mr Viney that you've had your chit signed. Now, sex... sex, sex, sex, where were we?
[Silence from form. A lot of hard thinking of the type indulged by schoolboys who know they don't know the answer.]
Well, had I got as far as the penis entering the vagina?
Pupils: Er... er... no sir. No we didn't, sir.
Headmaster: Well had I done foreplay?
Pupils: ...Yes sir.
Headmaster: Well, as we all know about foreplay no doubt you can tell me what the purpose of foreplay is... Biggs.
Biggs: Don't know, sorry sir.
Headmaster: Carter.
Carter: Er... was it taking your clothes off, sir?
Headmaster: And after that?
Wymer: Putting them on the lower peg sir?
[Headmaster throws a board duster at him and hits him.]
Headmaster: The purpose of foreplay is to cause the vagina to lubricate so that the penis can penetrate more easily.
Watson: Could we have a window open please sir?
Headmaster: Yes... Harris will you?... And, of course, to cause the man's penis to erect and har...den. Now, did I do vaginal juices last week oh do pay attention Wadsworth, I know it's Friday afternoon oh watching the football are you boy - right move over there. I'm warning you I may decide to set an exam this term.
Pupils: Oh sir...
Headmaster: So just listen... now did I or did I not do vaginal juices?
Pupils: Yes sir.
Headmaster: Name two ways of getting them flowing, Watson.
Watson: Rubbing the clitoris, sir.
Headmaster: What's wrong with a kiss, boy? Hm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don't have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy.
Wymer: Suck the nipple, sir.
Headmaster: Good. Good. Good, well done, Wymer.
Duckworth: Stroking the thighs, sir.
Headmaster: Yes, I suppose so.
Another: Bite the neck.
Headmaster: Good. Nibbling the ear. Kneading the buttocks, and so on and so forth. So we have all these possibilities before we stampede towards the clitoris, Watson.
Watson: Yes sir. Sorry sir.
Headmaster: All these form of stimulation can now take place.
[The Headmaster pulls the bed down.]
... And of course tongueing will give you the best idea of how the juices are coming along. [Calls.] Helen... Now penetration and coitus, that is to say intercourse up to and including orgasm.
[Mrs Williams has entered.]
Ah hallo, dear.
[The pupils have shuffled more or less to their feet.]
*Do* stand up when my wife enters the room, Carter.
Carter: Oh sorry, sir. Sorry.
Mrs Williams: Humphrey, I hope you don't mind, but I told the Garfields we *would* dine with them tonight.
Headmaster: [starting to disrobe] Yes, yes, I suppose we must...
Mrs Williams: [taking off her clothes] I said we'd be there by eight.
Headmaster: Well at least it'll give me a reason to wind up the staff meeting.
Mrs Williams: Well I know you don't like them but I couldn't make another excuse.
Headmaster: [he's got his shirt off] Well it's just that I felt - Wymer. This is for your benefit. Will you kindly wake up. I've no intention of going through this all again. [The boys are no more interested than they were in the last lesson on the Binomial Theorem, though they pretend, as usual.] Now we'll take the foreplay as read, if you don't mind, dear.
Mrs Williams: No of course not, Humphrey.
Headmaster: So the man starts by entering, or mounting his good lady wife in the standard way. The penis is now as you will observe more or less fully erect. There we are. Ah that's better. Now... Carter.
Carter: Yes sir.
Headmaster: What is it?
Carter: It's an ocarina... sir.
Headmaster: Bring it up here. The man now starts making thrusting movements with his pelvic area, moving the penis up and down inside the vagina so... put it there boy, put it there... on the table... while the wife maximizes her clitoral stimulation by the shaft of the penis by pushing forward, thank you dear... now as sexual excitement mounts... what's funny Biggs?
Biggs: Oh, nothing sir.
Headmaster: Oh do please share your little joke with the rest of us... I mean, obviously something frightfully funny's going on...
Biggs: No, honestly, sir.
Headmaster: Well as it's so funny I think you'd better be selected to play for the boys' team in the rugby match against the masters this afternoon.
Biggs: [looks horrified] Oh no, sir.