Thanks for posting this, Slings and Arrows.
Pinging Iowan; here is the latest fake bc.
My pleasure. I wonder if I should have included Heidi Klum too?
I wonder how much this one could get on ebay.
Reminds me of Monkey Business with the Marx Brothers. They stowed away on an ocean liner and when it came time to deplank, they stole a passport to get through customs.
Each member presented the document as PROOF that he was Maurice Chevalier.
INSPECTOR: Keep in line, everybody. Have your passports ready.
INSPECTOR: .
[All talking indistinctly]
INSPECTOR: Never mind. Hey, if you want to get off the boat...- get in the back.
- Oh, I didn't get on in the back.
- I got on in the front.
- Never mind that.INSPECTOR: Leave them alone.
ZEPPO: You're right... I told them to stay in line.
INSPECTOR: Yeah? Show me your passport.
ZEPPO: Yeah, right here. That's my name.
INSPECTOR: Maurice Chevalier?
ZEPPO: Yeah.
INSPECTOR: This picture doesn't look like you.
ZEPPO: Sure, I'm Maurice Chevalier. I'll sing for you.
[Singing] If a nightingale could sing like you
They'd sing much better than they do
INSPECTOR: Here, never mind that. Get back in line where you belong.
CHICO: I was ahead of you!
INSPECTOR: Your passport. Let me have your passport. This picture doesn't look like you.
CHICO: It don't look like me from the front, but go in the back of the boat, just like me.
INSPECTOR: You're not Maurice Chevalier.
CHICO: Are you Maurice Chevalier?
INSPECTOR: No.
CHICO: Well, there you are. Wait. I prove it.
CHICO: [Singing] If a nightingale could sing like you
He sing much better than you do and
INSPECTOR: Out!CHICO: No push me!
INSPECTOR: Get out of here! Get back in line where you belong. Passport! This picture doesn't look like you.
GROUCHO: It doesn't look like you either.
INSPECTOR: This man has no moustache.
GROUCHO: The barbershop wasn't open.
INSPECTOR: Why, look at that face.
GROUCHO: Well, look at that face.
INSPECTOR: Hey, are you going to identify yourself, or else...
GROUCHO: [Singing] If a nightingale could sing like you
They'd sing much sweeter than they do
For you brought a new kind of love to me
INSPECTOR: Out! Back in line where you belong!OFFICER : Get off there! Get off the table! What do you think this is here? Put that down! Lunatic! Stop that! You want to break that? Here, let it alone!
INSPECTOR: Passport. I said passport, not pasteboard. Come on with that passport! Not washboard! Passport! Chevalier?
[Lip-synching]
If a nightingale could sing like you
They'd sing much sweeter than they do
For you brought a new kind of love to me
[Record garbling]
And if the sandman brought me dreams of you
I'd want to dream my whole life through
For you brought a new kind of love to meINSPECTOR: Get him out of here! Put him back there where he belongs!