And Henry VIII, a big hairy king, went up to the Pope and said, 'Mr. Pope! I'm gonna marry my first wife, then I'm gonna divorce her. Now, I know what you're gonna say, but stick with me. My story gets better. Second wife, I'm gonna kill her! Cut her head off. Ah, not expecting that, are we? Third wife gonna shoot her. Fourth wife, put her in a bag. Fifth wife, into outer space. Sixth wife, on a rotissamat. Seventh wife, made out of jam...' and the Pope is saying, 'You crazy bugger! You can't do all this, what are you a Mormon?' ...
Eddie Izzard