‘Jacques Wogge’ goes ‘Welease Wodewick’

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Die mens die indertijd aan mijn knieën zat te prutsen in de Koning Leopold II-laan en die mij daar ontelbare kine-sessies voorschreef, die was daarnet op televisie. Het was me nooit eerder opgevallen maar hij spreekt zijn Engelse ‘R’ op zijn Pontius Pilatus uit. Ik vind dat supeWgWappig.

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Crucifixion Supervisor: Next! Crucifixion?
Prisoner I: Yes.
Crucifixion Supervisor: Good. Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each. Next! Crucifixion?
Prisoner II: Yes.
Crucifixion Supervisor: Good. Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each. Next! Crucifixion?
Wiseguy: Uh, no, freedom.
Jailor I: Uhm?
Crucifixion Supervisor: What?
Wiseguy: Uh, freedom for me. They said I hadn’t done anything. so I could go free and live on an island somewhere.
Crucifixion Supervisor: Oh, oh, that’s jolly good: Well, off you go, then.
Wiseguy: No, I’m only pulling your leg. It’s crucifixion really.
Crucifixion Supervisor: Oh, oh, I see, very good, very good. Well, out of the door…
Wiseguy: Yeah, I know the way, out of the door, one cross each, line on the left.
Crucifixion Supervisor: …line on the left, yes, thank you. Crucifixion?
Prisoner IV: Yes.
Crucifixion Supervisor: Good.

Trumpets: [Fanfare]
Pontius Pilate: People of Jerusalem! Rome is your fviend!
Jewish Crowd: [Laughter]
Pontius Pilate: To prove our friendship it is customary at this time to release a wrongdoer from our prisons.
Jewish Crowd: [Laughter]
Guard: [Giggle]
Pontius Pilate: Whom would you have me release?
Man: Release Voger!
Jewish Crowd: Yeah! Release Voger! Release Voger! [Laughter]
Pontius Pilate: Very well, I shall release Voger!
Jewish Crowd: Yeah!
Centurion: Sir, uh, we don’t have a Roger, sir.
Pontius Pilate: What?
Centurion: Uh, we don’t have anyone of that name, sir.
Pontius Pilate: Ah. We have no Voger!
Crowd: Aah…
Man: But what about Voderick, then?
Jewish Crowd: Yeah! Release Voderick! Release Voderick!
Pontius Pilate: Centurion, why do they…titter so?
Centurion: Just some, ehm…Jewish joke, sir.
Pontius Pilate: Are they…wagging me?
Centurion: Oh, no, sir!
Guard: [Giggle]
Pontius Pilate: Very well, I shall release Voderick!
Jewish Crowd: [Laughter]
Centurion: Sir, we don’t have a Roderick either.
Pontius Pilate: No Voger, no Voderick?
Centurion: Sorry, sir.
Pontius Pilate: Who is this Vod…who is this Voderick to whom you refer?
Man: He is a vobber!
Jewish Crowd: [Laughter]
Man II: And a vapist!
Jewish Crowd: [Laughter]
Woman: And a pickpocket!
Jewish Crowd: No, no!
Pontius Pilate: He sounds a notorious criminal.
Centurion: We haven’t got him, sir.
Pontius Pilate: Do we have anyone in our prisons at all?
Centurion: Oh, yes, sir! We’ve got a Samson, sir.
Pontius Pilate: Samson?
Centurion: Samson the Sagutese Strangler, sir, uh, Silas the Syrian Assassin, uh several subversive scribes from Ceasarea, uh, 67…
Biggus Dickus: Let me speak to them, Pontius!
Centurion: Oh, no!
Pontius Pilate: Uh, good idea, Biggus!
Biggus Dickus: Citizens! We have Thamson the Thagutese Thtrangler, Thilas the Athyrian Athassin, several subversive scribes from Theatharea…

Crucifixion Supervisor: Next! Crucifixion?
Prisoner V: Yes.
Crucifixion Supervisor: Good. Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each. Jailor!
Brian: Excuse me, there seems to have been some sort of mistake…
Crucifixion Supervisor: Just a moment, would you? Jailor!
Ehm…how many have come through?
Jailor I: What?
Crucifixion Supervisor: Ehm…how many have come through?
Jailor I: What?
Jailor II: Ehm…You will have to s-speak…s-sp-spea…s-s-s-s-sp-p-p-p-p-speak-speak up a bit sir, ehm…he’s-he’s-he’s-he’s- he’s-he’s-he’s-d-d-d-he’s d-he’s…
Crucifixion Supervisor: Ah.
Jailor II: No, he’s-he’s-he’s
Jailor II:s hand as he smacks himself on the head: [Smack]
Jailor II: he’s d-deaf and dead. Deaf as a p-p-p-post, sir.
Crucifixion Supervisor: Ah. Ehm…eh…How many have come
Jailor I: Hhh…hihihihihihihihihi…
Crucifixion Supervisor: Oh dear.
Jailor I: Haheh…
Jailor II: I make it
ninetyffff…ninetyffff…ninetyffff…ninety-six, sir.
Crucifixion Supervisor: Oh. It’s such a senseless waste of human life, isn’t it?
Jailor I: Nnnnnnno, sir! N-no-not with these bo…bastards, sir! Cu-cu-cruuu-c-c-cru-ughugh-c-c-c crucifixion’s too good for ‘em, sir.
Crucifixion Supervisor: I don’t think you could say it’s too good for them, it’s…it’s very nasty!
Jailor I: Oh, it’s not as nn…nnnn…nnn…no…no…noo…not as nasty as something I just thought of, sir.
Crucifixion Supervisor: Yes.
Brian: Hm?
Crucifixion Supervisor: Ehm…now…ehm…crucifixion, is it?
Brian: Is there someone I could speak to?
Crucifixion Supervisor: Well…
Jailor I: I know where to get it, if you want it.
Crucifixion Supervisor: What?!
Jailor II: Ehm…d-don’t don’t worry about hi-him, sir. Heee’s dee…he’s dee…
Jailor II:s hand as he smacks himself on the head: [Smack]
Jailor II: …he’s de…he’s de…he’s de-de-de…
Jailor II:s hand as he smacks himself on the head: [Smack]
Jailor II: …he’s deaf and mmmmmmad, sir.
Jailor I: Mhrmhrm.
Crucifixion Supervisor: Well, how did he get the job?
Jailor II: B-bloody Pilate pet, sir!
Jailor I: Huhurhm…
Wiseguy: Get a move on, Bignose! There’s people waiting to be crucified out here! Hahahahahahaha!
Brian: Can I get a lawyer or someone?
Crucifixion Supervisor: Ehm…d-do you have a lawyer?
Brian: No, but I’m a Roman.
Wiseguy: How about a retrial? We’ve got plenty of time.
Guard: Shut up, you!
Wiseguy: Miserable bloody Romans! No sense of humour. Ouh!
Crucifixion Supervisor: I’m sorry, bit of a hurry. Can you go straight out, line on the left, one cross each. Now…

Jewish Crowd: [Immense Laughter]
Biggus Dickus: Was it thomething I thaid?
Pontius Pilate: Silence! This man commands a cvack legion!
Jewish Crowd: Quack! [Laughter]
Pontius Pilate: He wags Assyrian Vome!
Jewish Crowd: [Laughter]

Crucifixion Supervisor: Hrmhrm. Crucifixion party! Morning. Now, we will be on show as we go through the town, so let’s not let the sight down! Keep in a good straight line, three lengths between you and the man in front, and a good steady pace. Crosses over your left shoulders, and if you keep your backs hard up against the crossbeam…
Prisoner IV: Oouuh…
Crucifixion Supervisor: …you’ll be there in no time.
Heh… All right, Centurion!
Fat Centurion: Crucifixion party! Wait for it…Crucifixion party! By the left! Forward!
Crucifixion Party: [Moan] [Groan]
Prisoner, hanging up-side-down in a cell: You lucky bastards! You lucky jabby bastards!
Prisoner IV: [Groan] [Moan]
Samson: Let me shoulder your burden, brother!
Prisoner IV: Oh. Thank you.
Samson: Uh…ah…hey! Hey!
Fat Centurion: Hey! What do you think you’re doing?
Samson: Ehm…it’s…it’s not my cross…
Fat Centurion: Shut up and get on with it! Come on!
Wiseguy: Hahahahahahahahahaha! He had you there mate, did he? That would teach you a lesson! Hohohohoho!

Pontius Pilate: All vight! I will give you one more chance! This time I want to hear no Vuben, no Veginalds, no Vudolf the ved-nosed Veindeers…
Biggus Dickus: No Thpenther Trathys!
Pontus Pilate: …or we shall velease no one!
Judith: Release Brian!
Man in Jewish crowd: Oh, yeah, that’s a good one!
Another man in Jewish Crowd: Yeah.
Jewish Crowd: Velease Bvian! Velease Bvian! [Laughter]
Pontius Pilate: Very well! That’s it!
Centurion: Sir, we…we have got a Brian, sir.
Pontius Pilate: What?
Centurion: Ehm…you just sent him for crucifixion, sir!
Pontius Pilate: Eh…ehm…wait! Wait! We do have a Bvian.
Well, go away and free him, straight away!
Centurion: Yes, sir. Yes, sir.


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