The Irish Yo-Yo
SPIKE IS A YO-YO SALESMAN.
Spike: Irish yo-yo's, Irish yo-yo's. Get your Irish yo-yo her.
JOHN BLUTHAL ENTERS AS BIONIC RABBI.
John (in thick Australian accent): I'll 'ave one of them, sport.
Spike: He has mistaken me for a sport - possibly squash or rowing. Why?
HE GIVES JOHN A YO-YO. JOHN DOES BUSINESS WITH YO-YO.
John: It doesn't come up again.
Spike: No, it's Irish. It's disposable.
John: What's the difference between an Irish yo-yo and another?
Spike: There's no difference - they're all the same, especially the others.
THE LOOK AT EACH OTHER.
Spike: I think we'd better stop this sketch. It's not going to lead anywhere.
John: 'ang on, 'ang on. Just a minute. You mean that's it? I've come all the way from Australia for two lines.
Spike: All right, we'll let you say them again. (to audience) You don't mind, do you? He's come all the way from Australia. While you're saying them, I'll go round with the hat...
SPIKE TAKES HIM BY THE HAND AND LEADS HIM THROUGH THE AUDIENCE.
Spike: Good luck, sir. God bless you, lady. Remember an old Jewish Australian with only two lines...thank you, sir.
JOHN CONTINUES SAYING 'I'LL 'AVE ONE OF THEM, SPORT' AND 'WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN AN IRISH YO-YO AND ANOTHER?'
Announcer: Mr. Bluthal and Mr. Milligan will be back again with another glittering example of how to wreck Anglo-Australian relationships. Mr. Milligan is 61 and Mr. Blutahl isn't.