History of the World: Part I

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History of the World, Part I is a 1981 film that provides a history of mankind covering events from the Old Testament to the French Revolution in a series of episodic comedy vignettes.

Written and directed by Mel Brooks.
Ten million years in the making. The truth, the whole truth, and everything, but the truth!taglines

The Stone Age[edit]

Announcer: Even in most primitive man, the need to create was part of his nature. This need, this talent clearly separated early man from animals, who would never know this gift.

Announcer: And here, in a cave about 2 million years ago, the first artist was born. [a drawing of a buffalo is shown, and a proud artist] And, of course, with the birth of the artist, came the inevitable after birth... The critic. [the critic urinates on the drawing]

The Old Testament[edit]

Announcer: Moses went to the mountain and God spoketh to him.

God: Moses, this is the Lord, thy God, commanding you to obey my law. Do you hear me?
Moses: Yes, I hear you, I hear you... a deaf man could hear you!
God: What?!
Moses: Nothing, forget about it, Oh Lord! Why have you chosen me? What would you have me do for you?
God: I shall give you my laws, and you shall take them unto the people.
Moses: Yes, Lord!

Moses: OH HEAR ME! The lord Jehovah has given unto you these fifteen... (drops stone tablet) Oy. Ten! Ten commandments for all to obey!

The Roman Empire[edit]

Marcus Vindictus: There! Seize him!!
Josephus: [grabbing his crotch] Seize this, honkus!
Comicus: [confidentially] NO! Don't ever say that to the cops!
Marcus Vindictus: SEIZE HIM! [his guards do so] Do you know the punishment for a slave who strikes a Roman citizen? [the crowd starts shouting and raising hands] OK, you...You had your hand up first.
Onlooker #1: Death by torture!
Marcus Vindictus: No. [points]
Onlooker #2: Crucifixion!
Marcus Vindictus: Wrong. [points again]
Onlooker #3: They shove a living snake up your ass!
Marcus Vindictus: [Flustered] Hah... No, but that's very creative. [points again]
Onlooker #4: They send you to the lions!
Marcus Vindictus: Right!
Miriam: NO!
Marcus Vindictus: What do you mean, no? He was right, they to the lions!

Comicus: [to the Last Supper attendees] Are you all together or are there separate checks?

Emperor Caesar: What's under the sheet?
Marcus Vindictus: Sheet? Oh! Oh, the sheet. Yes. To begin with, number one, a beautiful hand-carved alabaster bathing vessel!
Emperor Caesar: Nice. Nice. Not thrilling...but nice.
Marcus: Aha! But to fill the tub, behind curtain number two, treasure from the Orient! [music starts to play]
Emperor Caesar: Treasure. Bathtub... Treasure bath. I'm going to have a treasure bath! Treasure baaath! [laughs and screams]
Marcus Vindictus: Oh, Nympho. I would do anything, anything if you'd only grant me your favors. How can I entice you? How can I ensnare you? What bait must I use to catch your love? I am your servant.
Empress Nympho: Ahh, but the servant waits, while the master baits!
[Emperor Caesar laughs, then pulls a serious face, then pulls a golden disc from his behind.]
Emperor Caesar: Here, wash this.
Servant: Oh, yes, sire.
[He groans]

Stoned Roman Soldier 1: So, do you care if it falls?
Stoned Roman Soldier 2: What?
Stoned Roman Soldier 1: The Roman Empire.
Stoned Roman Soldier 2: Fuck it!

Roman Soldier: Chemist, can you help me?
Chemist: What are you looking for?
Roman Soldier: A pack of Trojans.
Chemist: Gee, I just ran out!

Man Outside of the Temple of Eros: [Hugh Hefner cameo] It's a new concept. It's called a 'centerfold'.

Marcus Vindictus: Don't you know your left flank from your right flank?
Captain Mucus: I'm sorry, sir, I flunked flank.
Marcus Vindictus: You flunked flank! Get the flunk out of here!

Dole Office Clerk: Occupation?
Comicus: Stand-up philosopher.
Dole Office Clerk: What?
Comicus: Stand-up philosopher. I coalesce the vapor of human experience into a viable and logical comprehension.
Dole Office Clerk: Oh, a bullshit artist!
Comicus: Hmmmmmm...
Dole Office Clerk: Did you bullshit last week?
Comicus: No.
Dole Office Clerk: Did you try to bullshit last week?
Comicus: Yes!

Empress Nympho: [to her litter bearers] Could you please step on the same foot at the same time! My tits are falling off!

Jesus: One of you has already betrayed me this night.
Various apostles: No!
Comicus: Judas! [Judas yells in fright] Would you like some mulled wine?
Judas: No. No. Leave us alone!
Comicus: All right, all right! Jesus!
Jesus: Yes.
Comicus: What?
Jesus: What?
Comicus: What?
Jesus: Yes.
Comicus: Jesus!
Jesus: Yes.
Comicus: What?
Jesus: What?
Comicus: You said what.
Jesus: Yes.
Comicus: Nothing.

Empress Nympho: Oh Bob, do I have any openings that this man might fit?
Crowd: Whooooaaaaaaa!
Bob: Well, we could use another wine steward.
Josephus: I got a great corkscrew!
Crowd: Whoooaaaaaaa!
Josephus: Damn, this a hip crowd!

Oedipus: [begging in the street] Give to Oedipus! Give to Oedipus! Hey, Josephus!
Josephus: Hey, motherfucker!

Miriam: Miracle! Oh, what a beautiful name! What's yours?
Comicus: Miracle. Uh, Comicus. I'm a stand-up philosopher.
Miriam: Oh, I'm Miriam, I'm a vestal virgin.
Comicus: I'm really sorry to hear that.

Empress Nympho: I love quick time march.

The Spanish Inquisition[edit]

Narrator: The year was 1489. The Black Plague ravaged the continent, it was the hour of the infamous, Auto de fé where, for public amusement, heretics and non-believers would be tortured in a carnival like atmosphere; and it was guided by the most fearful specter to ever sit in judgment over good and evil. The Grand Inquisitor, Torquemada.

Chief Monk: All pay heed, now enters his holiness, Torquemada, the Grand Inquisitor of the Spanish Inquisition.

Chief Monk: Torquemada, do not implore him for compassion. Torquemada, do not beg him for forgiveness. Torquemada, do not ask him for mercy. Let's face it - you can't Torquemada (talk him outta) anything!

Torquemada: Let all those who wish to confess their evil ways and accept the true church, convert now, or forever burn in hell! For now begins the Inquisition!

Jew: I was sitting in a temple,/ I was minding my own business,/ I was listening to a lovely Hebrew mass./ Then these Papist persons plunge in/ and they throw me in a dungeon/ and they shove a red-hot poker up my ass!/ Is that considerate?/ Is that polite?/ And not a tube of Preparation-H in sight!

Jew 2: I was sittin' flickin' chickens/ An' I was lookin' through the pickin's/ When suddenly these goys break down my walls/ I didn't even know them/ But they grab me by the scrotum/ And they started playin' Ping Pong with my balls/ Oy, the agony/ Ooh, the shame/ They make my privates public for a game?

Monk: Who knows, Torque- you might win a buck!

Monks: Hey, Torquemada, whaddaya say?
Torquemada: I just got back from the Auto de fé!
Monks: Auto de fé? What's an Auto de fé?
Torquemada: It's what you oughtn't to do, but you do anyway.

Torquemada: It's better to loose your skullcap than your skull.
Jewish Prisoners: Oy! Oy! Gavolt!

Torquemada: How we doin', any converts today?
Guards: Not a one, nay nay nay.
Torquemada: We've flattened their fingers, we've branded their buns, nothing is working...send in the nuns!

Everybody: [singing] The Inquisition, what a show!/ The Inquisition, here we go!/ We know you're wishin', that we go away!/ So come on you Muslims and you Jews,/ We've got big news for all of youse!/ You better change your point of view today!/ 'Cause the Inquisition is here/ and here...to... stay!

The French Revolution[edit]

Impoverished Paris Street Merchant: Rats, rats for sale. Get your rats. Good for rat stew, rat soup, rat pies, or the ever-popular ratatouille.
Other Street Merchant: Nothing, I have absolutely nothing for sale!

Count De Monet: I have come on the most urgent of business. It is said that the people are revolting!
King Louis: You said it; they stink on ice.

Madame Defarge: We are so poor, we don't even have a language! Just a stupid accent!
Peasant Man: Yeah she's right. We all sound like Maurice Chevalier. Honh, honh, honh!

Madame Defarge: Now, repeat after me. [cough, cough, cough, spits]
Peasants: [Cough, cough, cough, spit.]
Madame Defarge: No, no, no. Dumb scum. I mean death to King Louiiiiiiiis!
Peasants: Death to King Louiiiiiiiis!

Madame Defarge: Let us end this meeting on a high note. [hits a high A] Eeeeeeee!
Peasants: Eeeeeee!

Count De Monet: Your Majesty- you look like the piss boy!
King Louis: And you look like a bucket of shit!

King Louis: It's good to be the king.

King Louis: Of course ya do it. Everybody does it. I just did it, and I'm ready to do it again.

King Louis: They are my people! I am their sovereign! I LOVE Them. Pull! [shoots peasant flung into air] Drifting to the left...

Count De Monet: Oh! But with this long trip and this exhausting conversation, I'm famished!
Count De Monet: Bernaise?
Bernaise: Yes?
Count De Monet: Do we have any of those delicious raisins left?
Bernaise: You ate yours, these are mine.
Count de Monet: Au contraire, they are mine! I paid for them! Hand them over!
Bernaise: [mimicking] Au contraire, I paid for them! There - they're mine! [blows a raspberry]
Count De Monet: Don't be saucy with me, Bernaise. Hmm-mm.
Bernaise: [mouths] Bitch.

Bernaise: You should get rid of your tailor.
Bernaise: I don't like your cuffs, I don't like your cuffs, I don't like your cuffs. A man's cuffs should be even with the tip of his peepee! Yours are all the way down to your balls!
Count De Monet: At least I have them.
Bernaise: You bitch.

Count de Monet: Gerald!
Gerald: Count da Money!
Count de Monet: de Monet... Monet! Say it! Monet!
Gerald and Count de Monet: Moonnet, Moonnet, Moonnet
Gerald, Count de Monet, Bearnaise: Mooonnnet!
Count de Monet: Perfect, don't forget! Give it to me again! Say it.
Gerald and Bernaise: Monet.
Count de Monet: Very good, where is his majesty, the king?
Gerald: Sir, the King is playing Chess.
Bernaise: Chess!?! I hate Chess!

[King Louis is playing chess on a giant chessboard]
King Louis: Knight jumps Queen! Bishop jumps Queen! Pawns jump Queen! Gangbang! Come on jump the Queen! GANG BANG! Come on, let's all jump the queen! Whip out those little dicks, here we go!!
Bernese: The queen is such a good sport.

Assistant: Are you going to speak to his majesty?
Count de Monet: Perhaps later. We've had such a bouncy journey I simply must relieve myself. Where is the Garçon de Piss?

Preview of Part II[edit]

See: Hitler On Ice
See: A Viking Funeral
See: Jews In Space


  • Ten million years in the making. The truth, the whole truth, and everything, but the truth!
  • A little something to offend everyone...


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