Motor Insurance Sketch

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Sketch:

(A group of Gumbys shuffle into extreme left edge of frame. They do not move any further into the picture. After a bit of humming and harring:)

Gumbys: Oh! And the next item is a sketch about insurance called 'Insurance Sketch'. 'Insurance Sketch'. 'Insurance Sketch'…

(Cut to Mr Devious's insurance office. Devious and a man are sitting there.)

Devious: What do you want?

Man: Well I've come about your special fully comprehensive motor insurance policy offer…

Devious: What was that?

Man: Fully comprehensive motor insurance for one-and-eight pence.

Devious: Oh, oh, yes … yeah well, unfortunately, guv, that offer's no longer valid. You see, it turned out not to be economically viable, so we now have a totally new offer…

Man: What's that?

Devious: A nude lady.

Man: A nude lady?

Devious: Yes. You get a nude lady with a fully comprehensive motor insurance. If you just want third party she has to keep her bra on, and if it's just theft…

Man: No, no, I don't really want that, Mr er… Mr…

Devious: Devious.

Man: Mr Devious, I just want to know what it would cost me to have a fully comprehensive insurance on a 1970 Aston Martin,

Devious: Aston Martin?

Man: Yes.

Devious: (quickly) Five hundred quid.

Man: Five hundred quid?

Devious: Forty quid.

Man: Forty quid?

Devious: Forty quid and a nude lady.

Man: No, no, I'm not interested in a nude lady.

Devious: Dirty books?

Man: No, no, look, I'm not interested in any of that. I just want to know what it would cost me to have a fully comprehensive insurance on a 1970 Aston Martin. Can you please quote me your price.

(Cut to outside the door of the office. A vicar stands there.)

Vicar: Knock knock.

(Cut to inside office)

Devious: Who's there?

(Cut to outside.)

Vicar: The Reverend…

(Cut to inside.)

Devious: The Reverend who?

Vicar: The Reverend Morrison.

(Cut to inside.)

Devious: Oh, come in.

(The vicar enters.)

Devious: Now then, vic. What's the trouble?

Vicar: Well, it's about this letter you sent me.

Man: Excuse me, do I have any more lines?

Devious: I don't know, mush, I'll have a look in the script… (he gets script out of drawer) Where are we? Show 8. Are you 'man'?

Man: Yeah.

Devious: No… no, you've finished.

Man: Well, I'll be off then. (he leaves)

Devious: (reading script) 'The vicar sits'.

(The vicar sits.)

Vicar:' It's about this letter you sent me regarding my insurance claim.

Devious: Oh, yeah, yeah - well, you see, it's just that we're not… as yet … totally satisfied with the grounds of your claim.

Vicar: But it says something about filling my mouth in with cement.

Devious: Oh well, that's just insurance jargon, you know.

Vicar: But my car was hit by a lorry while standing in the garage and you refuse to pay my claim.

Devious: (rising and crossing to a filing cabinet) Oh well, Reverend Morrison … in your policy… in your policy… (he opens the drawer of the filing cabins and takes out a shabby old sports jacket; he feels in the pocket and pulls out a crumpled dog-eared piece of paper then puts the coat back and shuts the ftling cabinet)…. here we are. It states quite clearly that no claim you make will be paid.

Vicar: Oh dear.

Devious: You see, you unfortunately plumped for our 'Neverpay' policy, which, you know, if you never claim is wery worthwhile … but you had to claim, and, well, there it is.

Vicar: Oh dear, oh dear.

Devious: Still, never mind - could be worse. How's the nude lady?

Vicar: Oh, she's fine. (he begins to sob)

Devious: Look… Rev… I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out' office. There's a good chap.

(The vicar goes out sobbing. Cut to outside. Vicar collects a nude lady sitting in a supermarket shopping trolley… and wheels her disconsolately away. Cut back to inside of office. Close-up on Devious. He gets out some files and starts writing. Suddenly a bishop's crook slams down on the desk in front of Devious. He looks up - his eyes register terror. Cut to reverse angle shot from below. The bishop in full mitre and robes.)

Bishop: OK, Devious… Don't move!

Devious: The bishop!