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電影史上最one of the most phenomenal scenes of vomiting:
Mr Creosote is a grotesque fictional character who appears in Monty Python's The Meaning of Life. Creosote is a monstrously obese restaurant patron, who is served a vast amount of food whilst vomiting repeatedly. After being persuaded to eat an after-dinner mint, he explodes in a very graphic way. The sketch opens the film's segment entitled "Part VI: The Autumn Years".
In the sketch, Mr Creosote dines at a French restaurant. The entrance of this morbidly obese middle-aged man is accompanied by ominous music. We only learn his name because one of the fish in the aquarium exclaims "Oh shit! It's Mr. Creosote!" as he passes, causing all the fish to swim for cover. Mr. Creosote takes his place at a table, and there follows a short dialogue with the maître d', played by John Cleese:
Maître d': "Ah, good afternoon, sir; and how are we today?"
Mr Creosote: "Better."
Maître d': "Better?"
Mr Creosote: "Better get a bucket, I'm gonna throw up."
Creosote is then led to his table, and once seated starts projectile-vomiting, failing to hit the bucket he had requested a moment before. The floor quickly becomes covered in vomit, and so do the cleaning woman and the maître d's trousers. Creosote listens patiently while highlights of the evening's menu are recited to him; after vomiting on the menu held open in front of him by the maître d', he orders all of the dishes listed by the maitre d'. As a result, he is served moules marinières, pâté de foie gras, beluga caviar, eggs benedict, a leek tart, frogs' legs amandine and quail's eggs with puréed mushrooms all mixed in a bucket with the quail eggs on top and a double helping of pâté. The appetizers are followed by the main course of jugged hare, with a sauce of truffles, bacon, Grand Marnier, anchovies and cream. For apéritifs, Mr Creosote has six bottles of Château Latour 1945, a Methuselah (Double Jeroboam/6 litres) of champagne, and half a dozen crates of brown ale (144 bottles) – considerably less than his usual fare.
Maitre D: Bon, and the usual brown ales…?
Mr Creosote: Yeah… No wait a minute… I think I can only manage six crates today.
He finishes the feast, and several other courses, vomiting profusely all over himself, his table, and the restaurant's staff throughout his meal, causing other diners to lose their appetite (in some cases, even throwing up themselves). Finally, after being persuaded by the smooth maître d' to eat a single "wafer-thin mint", he explodes: covering the restaurant and diners with viscera and partially digested food – even starting a "vomit-wave" among the other diners, who leave in disgust.
When the explosion clears, Creosote is amazingly still alive, but his chest cavity is now blasted open, revealing his spread ribs and intact, still-beating heart. As he looks around, seemingly confused by what has just happened, the maître d' calmly walks up to him and presents, "the cheque, monsieur." |
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