Bedazzled1967

[George climbs up on a London postbox.]

George Spiggott:
I'm God. This is my throne, see? All around me are the cherubim, seraphim, continually crying 'Holy, holy, holy'. the angels, archangels, that sort of thing. Now you be me, Lucifer, the loveliest angel of them all.

Stanley Moon:
What do I do?

George Spiggott:
Well, sort of dance around praising me, mainly...

Stanley Moon:
What sort of things do I say?

George Spiggott:
Anything that comes into your head that's nice - how beautiful I am, how wise I am, how handsome...that sort of thing. Come on, start dancing.

Stanley Moon:
You're wise!, You're beautiful! You're handsome!

George Spiggott:
Thank you very much.

Stanley Moon:
The universe! What a wonderful idea - take my hat off to you!

George Spiggott:
Thank you.

Stanley Moon:
Trees - terrific! Water - another good one!

George Spiggott:
That was a good one...

Stanley Moon:
Yes! Sex - top marks!

George Spiggott:
Now make it more personal... a bit more fulsome please. Come on.

Stanley Moon:
Immortal... invisible... you're handsome... you're glorious... you're the most beautiful person in the WORLD!

[Stanley performs a headstand, removes his hat and wipes his brow.]

Stanley Moon:
Here, I'm getting a bit bored with this. Can't we change places?

George Spiggott:
That's exactly how I felt.