Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie are a successful English comedy double act mostly active in the 1980s and 1990s. Having met in 1980 (whilst both attended the University of Cambridge), Fry and Laurie have since collaborated on numerous projects together, including Jeeves and Wooster, in which Laurie portrayed Bertie Wooster, and Fry portrayed Jeeves (Wooster's valet).

Although they have accomplished numerous successful solo projects (in the fields of acting and writing, among others), and it has been a while since they have actively collaborated, both have expressed interest in a continued partnership.

A Bit of Fry and Laurie was a British television series starring former Cambridge Footlights members Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie, broadcast by the BBC between 1989 and 1995. It ran for four series, and totalled 26 episodes, including a 35 minute pilot episode in 1987. Despite its popularity at the time, the show has rarely been repeated on terrestrial television. Both Fry and Laurie have expressed great interest in working together again, but this has not yet taken place, due to both men's busy schedules.

The programme was a sketch show cast in a rather eccentric and at times high-brow mould. Elaborate wordplay and innuendo formed a large cornerstone of its material — some sketches deliberately threatened to cross the line into vulgarity, but would always finish just before reaching that point.

It was a progressive show, playing with the audience's expectations. For example, it frequently broke the fourth wall; characters would revert into their real-life actors mid-sketch, or the camera would often pan off set into the studio. In addition, the show was punctuated with non-sequitur vox-pops in a similar style to those of Monty Python's Flying Circus, often making irrelevant statements, heavily based on wordplay. Laurie was also seen playing piano and a wide variety of other instruments, and singing comical numbers.

rber: Which of sir's manifold hairs would he care to place in my professional care for the purposes of securing an encutment?

ephen: I stooped to pick a buttercup. Why people leave buttocks lying around, I've no idea.

ctor: Frank, this is called inter-oral, extra-nasal respiratory relaxant therapy, and - as the name implies - this an American technique.

ephen: You have a daughter, I believe? gh: Yeah. Yeah, Henrietta. ephen: Did he, did he? I'm sorry to hear that.

ephen: If you try and kill them, you're put in prison; if you try and talk to them, you vomit. There's only one thing worse than an estate agent but at least that can be safely lanced, drained and surgically dressed.

gh: Hello and welcome to "Flying a Light Aeroplane Without Having Had Any Formal Instruction With...”.

admaster: I can't pretend to be much of a judge of poetry. I'm an English teacher, not a homosexual.

gh: Good evening and welcome to "Realizing I've Given The Wrong Directions To...”. Tonight I shall be Realizing I've Given The Wrong Directions To Rabbi Michael Leibovitz. Rabbi... [suddenly realises, mutters:] Oh, god.

ephen: [General] What does it say on the name plate on my desk Jacobson? gh: [Jacobson] "The Buck Stops At My Ass" sir.

ephen: The reason we're not going to do this sketch is that it contains a great deal of sex and violence. gh: A great deal. ephen: Lots of sex and violence. gh: That's right. During the sketch, Stephen hits me several times with a golf club. ephen: Which of course wouldn't matter except that I do it very sexily. gh: That's the trouble, you see. He does it so sexily. I wish you could see it. ephen: And then the sketch ends with us going to bed together... gh: ...violently. ephen: Very, very violently. Now this raises problems. gh: Not for me.

lice Sgt.: I apprehended the accused and advised him of his rights. He replied, "Why don't you ram it up your pim-hole, you fusking cloff prunker." dge: "Why don't you ram it up your pim-hole you fusking...” er, cloth-blanket was it? wyer: Er, I believe it was... er... dge: Yes, yes? wyer: Cloff-prunker, m'lud. dge: I see. Forgive my ignorance, but what exactly is a "cloff-prunker"? wyer: Well, m'lud, it's... dge: Yes? wyer: It's... um... an illicit practice whereby one person... erm... dge: Well? wyer: Whereby one person frangilates another's slimp, m'lud. dge: He does what? wyer: He or she gratifies the other person by... smuctating them avially.

ephen: I suppose if I am honest I, erm, I use my penis as a sort of car substitute.

ephen: Delivery. In a modern society jokes must be delivered on time. If you experience any delivery where the timing is too... gh: ...slow? ephen: ...or if the timing should be t... gh: [interrupts Fry] quick, - or, if the joke never even... [stops speaking] ephen: ...then the commission will be only too happy to look into it. The Comedy Charter. Peace of mind. gh: Audience power. ephen: Your guarantee of satisfaction and delivery. gh: Without dripping.

ox pop] gh: I just wish they hadn't called it the Common Market. Is that snobbish of me? I mean why not the Nice Market? It would be so much nicer.

ox pop] ephen: Allergies? Well, I'm not good on strawberries, come out in a bit of a rash. The worst one though is Marmite. Only got to smell the stuff and I start voting Conservative.

ox pop] ephen: Secret vices? I don't know. Rather too fond of chocolate Hob Nobs. My wife tells me I overdo the heroin. Otherwise, not really.

ox pop - as policeman] gh: People often ask what we keep under our helmets. Well, I'll show you. akes off his helmet and looks very pleased with himself - puts his hand on top of his head and feels around] gh: Hold up, some bastard's nicked it.

ox pop] ephen: Used to be this chap at my school called Richard Braine. You'll never guess our nickname for him. We used to call him Rick Brain. Oh, no, that can't be right.

ox pop] gh: Moira Stewart... and Jill Gascoigne... neither of them wrote back. Can you believe these people? I mean how much trouble can it be to just bung a pair of stockings in the post?

ox pop - as woman] ephen: Well, I was born Mary Patterson, but then I married and naturally took my husband's name, so now I'm Neil Patterson.

ox pop - showing the places on his body] ephen: The cut me right round that way to see if they could find anything. Then they had a dig about down here. Still nothing. So they poked this thing up my... you know... had a look up there. Nothing. I'm going through the red channel next time.

ox pop] gh: We took the caravan down to Dorset this year, and pushed it over a cliff.

ox pop] gh: And then my bereavement counsellor died. I didn't know who to turn to.

ox pop] gh: What's the difference between a man and a woman? o reply] gh: Oh. anders off and stops someone else] Excuse me. What's the difference between a man and a woman?

ox pop] gh: I don't know much about pornography. But I know what I like.

ox pop - With beautiful woman on arm] gh: Yes, indeed. Very happily married. Very happily married indeed. My wife's away at the moment visiting her sister in Wales, but very... uddenly realises] Is this going out on television? urns to beautiful woman] Who the hell are you? Go away! Honestly...

ephen: We're going to leave you with tonight's cocktail recipe. This one's called "A Slow Snog With A Distant Relative". For this you'll need two measures of brandy, three of rum. One measure pink gin, one white. A dash of lemonade, a sprint of orange-juice, a spoonful of crushed Sugar Puffs, two hard-boiled eggs and an open-toed sandal, size nine if you can get it. Hit it, Mr Laurie, if you'd be so very kind. ugh strikes up a jazzy sort of riff while Stephen mixes a "Slow Snog With A Distant Relative", spilling drinks everywhere]

gh: Then I was Princess Anne's assistant for a while, but I chucked that in because it was obvious they were never going to make me Princess Anne, no matter how well I did the job. It was a question of who you were, rather than how well you did, you know, and I hate that.

ox pop] ephen: So I said "Why don't you shove it where the sun don't shine" and so he did. He put it in the cupboard under the stairs and it hasn't been mentioned since.

ox pop] gh: We had our first child on the NHS, and had to wait nine months. Can you believe it?

chemist's counter: Hugh strides up to confront the shop assistant] sistant: Can I help you? gh: Yes please. I'd like eight packets of condoms, please. sistant: Eight? gh: Eight. Four of them featherlite, three of them ribbed, [half sotto voce] the new single by Jason Donovan, [loud again] and one multi-coloured pack of Fiestas. sistant: Jason Donovan? gh: That's right. Can you make sure they're all sensitol lubricated?

ox pop] gh: I can't stop now, my wife is being towed away.

tephen enters a bookshop. Hugh is the assistant. Stephen stares at Hugh for a long time] olding up a book] ephen: Did you write this? xamining book] gh: Jane Eyre. No, that was Charlotte Bronte as a matter of fact. ephen: Right. Well, I'd like to see her then please. gh: I'm afraid she's no longer with us. ephen: Oh? Indeed? I can hardly say I'm surprised. Where can I get in touch with her?

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