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Originally Posted by Despare
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i think so .. i loved that guy .. all jealous because brian was going to get crucified .. and was spat on :)
Prisoners: Oah! Ouhoh!
Brian: Aie!
Jailor I: Hehehe!
Brian: Auh!
Jailor I: Huhuhe!
Prisoner: You lucky bastard!
Brian: Who's that?
Prisoner: You lucky, lucky bastard!
Brian: What?
Prisoner: Probably the little jailies' pet, aren't we?
Brian: What do you mean?
Prisoner: You must have slipt him a few shekels, eh?
Brian: Slipt him a few shekels? You saw him spit in my face!
Prisoner: Oh, ohoh, what wouldn't I give to be spat at in the face? I sometimes hang awake at night, dreaming of being spat at
in the face.
Brian: Well, it's not exactly friendly, is it? They had me in manacles!
Prisoner: Manacles! Ohuuhoh...what idea of reaving; is to be allowed to put in manacles, just for a few hours. They must
think a sun shines out your arse, sonny!
Brian: Oh, lay off me, I've had a hard time!
Prisoner: You've had a hard time!? I've been here five years, they only hung me the right way up yesterday! So don't you
come 'round...
Brian: All right, all right!
Prisoner: They must think you're lord God Almighty.
Brian: What will they do to me?
Prisoner: Oh, you'll probably get away with crucifixion.
Brian: Crucifixion?!
Prisoner: Yeah. First offense.
Brian: Get away with crucifixion?! It's...
Prisoner: Best thing the Romans ever did for us.
Brian: What?
Prisoner: Oh, yeah. If we didn't have crucifixion, this country'd be in a right bloody mess.
Brian: Guard!
Prisoner: Nail 'em up I say!
Brian: Guard!
Prisoner: Nail some sense into 'em!
Jailor I: Hahrkhm...what do you want?
Brian: I want you to move me to another cell.
Jailor I: Hah! Ptui! [Spit]
Brian: Aehw!
Prisoner: Oh! Look at that! Bloody favouritism!
Jailor I: Shut up, you!
Prisoner: Sorry!
Jailor I: Huah! Huhuhu...
Prisoner: Now take my case. They hang me up here five years ago. Every night they take me down for twenty minutes, then
they hang me up again. Which I guard as very fair, in view of what I've done. And if nothing else, it has taught me to respect
the Romans, and it has taught me that you'll never get anywhere in this life, unless you are prepared to do a fair day's work
for a fair day's...
Brian: Oh, shut up!
Jailor I: Here.
Centurion: Pilate wants to see you!
Brian: Me?
Centurion: Come on!
Brian: Pilate? What does he want to see me for?
Centurion: I think he wants to know which way you want to be crucified.
Prisoner: Oh, hahahaha, haha! Nice one, centurion! Like it, like it.
Centurion: Shut up!
Prisoner: Right, right. Terrific race, the Romans! Terrific.