My favorite routine was the encounters between "civilization" and the Native Americans.
CONQUISTADOR: Welcome to New Spain! This is your new Father - Father Corona. FATHER CORONA: Pax vneuti nicutm! down on your knees, now! D'ye recognize what I'm holidn' over your head, lads? INDIAN: It's a Cross. The Symbol of the Quartering of the Universe into Active and Passive Principles. FATHER CORONA: God have mercy on their heathen souls! CONQUISTADOR: What the Father means is - what is the Cross made of? Gold! Have you got any? INDIAN: No. CONQUISTADOR: What about the Seven Cities of Gold? Phoenix, Tucson, Las Vegas? SECOND INDIAN: This is Gold. CONQUISTADOR: What's that? INDIAN: Corn. SPANISH SOLDIER: Corn! Now we can make tortillas! ANOTHER SPANISH SOLDIER: We been waiting for this for hundreds of years! THIRD SPANISH SOLDIER: I just invented tacos!
Speaking for the great white father in Washington and all the American people, let me say we respect you savages for your native ability to instantly adapt and survive in whatever Godforsaken wilderness we move you to. Out there. Sign here.