Spare a talent for an old ex -leper?
Buzz off!
Spare a talent for an old ex -leper?
A talent?
That's more than he earns in a month!
Half a talent then.
Now go away!
Come on, big nose, let's haggle.
What? All right, cut the haggling.
Say you only owe one shekel.
Last time I did, two thousand.
We close about eighteen hundred.
No. Seventy -fifty.
Go away! Seventy -forty.
Look, will you leave him alone?
All right, two shekels, just two.
Is this fun, eh?
Look, he's not giving you any money,
so piss off!
All right, so my final offer,
half a shekel for an old ex -leper?
Did you say ex -leper?
That's right, sir.
Sixteen years behind a bell,
I'm proud of you, sir.
Well, what happened? Oh, cured, sir.
Cured?
Yes, a bloody miracle, sir.
Who cured you?
Jesus did, sir.
I was hopping along,
minding my own business.
All of a sudden, up he comes, cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade,
next minute my livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a
buy your leave.
You're cured, mate.
Bloody do -gooder.
Well, why don't you go and tell him
that you want to be a leper again?
Aye, I could do that, sir, yeah.
Yeah, I could do that, I suppose.
What I was thinking about,
I was going to ask him
if he'd make me a bit lame in one leg
during the middle of the week.
You know, something beggable but not leprosy,
which is a pain in the arse,
to be bluntly excused,
my French sir, but... Brian!
Come and clean your room out!
There you are.
Thank you, sir, thank you.
Oh, for denarii from his bloody life
story!
There's no pleasing some people.
That's just what Jesus said,