Monty Python's Life of Brian Quotes

Brian: Excuse me. Are you the Judean People's Front?

Reg: Fuck off! 'Judean People's Front'. We're the People's Front of Judea! 'Judean People's Front'.

Francis: Wankers.

Reg: All right, but apart from the sanitation, medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh water system and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

Attendee: Brought peace?

Reg: Oh, peace - shut up!

Reg: There is not one of us who would not gladly suffer death to rid this country of the Romans once and for all.

Dissenter: Uh, well, one.

Reg: Oh, yeah, yeah, there's one. But otherwise, we're solid.

Brian: Have I got a big nose, Mum?

Brian's mother: Stop thinking about sex!

Brian: I wasn't!

Brian's mother: You're always on about it. "Will the girls like this? Will the girls like that? Is it too big? Is it too small? "

Brian: I am NOT the Messiah!

Arthur: I say you are Lord, and I should know. I've followed a few.

Reg: If you want to join the People's Front of Judea, you have to really hate the Romans.

Brian: I do!

Reg: Oh yeah, how much?

Brian: A lot!

Reg: Right, you're in.

Nisus Wettus: [a line of prisoners files past a jailer]

Nisus Wettus: Crucifixion?

Prisoner: Yes.

Nisus Wettus: Good. Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each.

[Next prisoner]

Nisus Wettus: Crucifixion?

Mr. Cheeky: Er, no, freedom actually.

Nisus Wettus: What?

Mr. Cheeky: Yeah, they said I hadn't done anything and I could go and live on an island somewhere.

Nisus Wettus: Oh I say, that's very nice. Well, off you go then.

Mr. Cheeky: No, I'm just pulling your leg, it's crucifixion really.

Nisus Wettus: [laughing] Oh yes, very good. Well...

Mr. Cheeky: Yes I know, out of the door, one cross each, line on the left.

Wise Man #1: We were led by a star.

Brian's mother: Led by a bottle, more like.

Suicide Squad Leader: We are the Judean People's Front crack suicide squad! Suicide squad, attack!

[they all stab themselves]

Suicide Squad Leader: That showed 'em, huh?

Brian: I'm not the Messiah! Will you please listen? I am not the Messiah, do you understand? Honestly!

Girl: Only the true Messiah denies His divinity.

Brian: What? Well, what sort of chance does that give me? All right! I am the Messiah!

Followers: He is! He is the Messiah!

Brian: Now, FUCK OFF!

[silence]

Arthur: How shall we fuck off, O Lord?

Brian: Oh, just go away! Leave me alone.

Ex-Leper: Half a dinare for me bloody life story?

Brian: There's no pleasing some people.

Ex-Leper: That's just what Jesus said, sir.

Ex-Leper: Okay, sir, my final offer: half a shekel for an old ex-leper?

Brian: Did you say "ex-leper"?

Ex-Leper: That's right, sir, 16 years behind a veil and proud of it, sir.

Brian: Well, what happened?

Ex-Leper: Oh, cured, sir.

Brian: Cured?

Ex-Leper: Yes sir, bloody miracle, sir. Bless you!

Brian: Who cured you?

Ex-Leper: 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 by-your-leave! "You're cured, mate." Bloody do-gooder.

Brian: Well, why don't you go and tell him you want to be a leper again?

Ex-Leper: Uh, I could do that sir, yeah. Yeah, I could do that I suppose. What I was thinking was I was going to ask him if he could 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 ass to be blunt and excuse my French, sir.

Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.

The Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!

Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!

The Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!

Brian: You're all different!

The Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!

Man in crowd: I'm not...

The Crowd: Sch!

Reg: [arriving at Brian's crucifixion] Hello, Sibling Brian.

Brian: Thank God you've come, Reg.

Reg: Well, I think I should point out first, Brian, in all fairness, we are not, in fact, the rescue committee. However, I have been asked to read the following prepare statement on behalf of the movement. "We the People's Front of Judea, brackets, officials, end brackets, do hereby convey our sincere fraternal and sisterly greetings to you, Brian, on this, the occasion of your martyrdom. "

Brian: What?

Reg: "Your death will stand as a landmark in the continuing struggle to liberate the parent land from the hands of the Roman imperialist aggressors, excluding those concerned with drainage, medicine, roads, housing, education, viniculture and any other Romans contributing to the welfare of Jews of both sexes and hermaphrodites. Signed, on behalf of the P. F. J. , etc. " And I'd just like to add, on a personal note, my own admiration, for what you're doing for us, Brian, on what must be, after all, for you a very difficult time.

Matthias: Look, I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying "Jehovah".

[Everyone gasps]

Jewish Official: You're only making it worse for yourself!

Matthias: Making it worse? How could it be worse? Jehovah! Jehovah! Jehovah!

Jewish Official: I'm warning you! If you say "Jehovah" once more...

[Gets hit with a rock]

Jewish Official: Right! Who threw that? Come on, who threw that?

Stoners: She did! She!

[Suddenly speaking as men]

Stoners: Him! Him. Him.

Jewish Official: Was it you?

Stoner: Yes.

Jewish Official: Right...

Stoner: Well you did say "Jehovah".

[Crowd throws rocks at the stoner]

Jewish Official: Stop it! Stop! Stop, will you... stop that!

[Jumps angrily]

Jewish Official: Stop it! Now look: no one is to stone anyone until I blow this whistle, do you understand? Even - and I want to make this absolutely clear - even if they do say "Jehovah".

[Crowd stones the Jewish Official to death]

Stoners: Gotcha!

Brian: You have to be different!

The Crowd: Yes, we are all different!

Small lonely voice: I'm not!

Brian's mother: What star sign is he?

Wise Man #2: Capricorn.

Brian's mother: Capricorn, eh? What are they like?

Wise Man #2: He is the son of God, our Messiah.

Wise Man #1: King of the Jews.

Brian's mother: And that's Capricorn, is it?

Wise Man #3: No, no, that's just him.

Brian's mother: Oh, I was going to say, otherwise there'd be a lot of them.

Judith: [on Stan's desire to be a mother] Here! I've got an idea: Suppose you agree that he can't actually have babies, not having a womb - which is nobody's fault, not even the Romans' - but that he can have the *right* to have babies.

Francis: Good idea, Judith. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have babies, brother... sister, sorry.

Reg: What's the *point*?

Francis: What?

Reg: What's the point of fighting for his right to have babies, when he can't have babies?

Francis: It is symbolic of our struggle against oppression.

Reg: It's symbolic of his struggle against reality.

Centurion: You know the penalty laid down by Roman law for harboring a known criminal?

Matthias: No.

Centurion: Crucifixion!

Matthias: Oh.

Centurion: Nasty, eh?

Matthias: Could be worse.

Centurion: What you mean "Could be worse"?

Matthias: Well, you could be stabbed.

Centurion: Stabbed? Takes a second. Crucifixion lasts hours. It's a slow, horrible death.

Matthias: Well, at least it gets you out in the open air.

Centurion: You're weird!

Spectator I: I think it was "Blessed are the cheesemakers".

Mrs. Gregory: Aha, what's so special about the cheesemakers?

Gregory: Well, obviously it's not meant to be taken literally; it refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.

Pontius Pilate: So, yaw fatha was a Woman? Who was he?

Brian: He was a Centurion, in the Jerusalem Garrisons.

Pontius Pilate: Weally? What was his name?

Brian: 'Naughtius Maximus'.

[the Centurion laughs]

Pontius Pilate: Centuwion, do we have anyone of that name in the gawwison?

Centurion: Well, no, sir.

Pontius Pilate: Well, you sound vewy sure. Have you checked?

Centurion: Well, no, sir. Umm, I think it's a joke, sir... like, uh, 'Sillius Soddus' or... 'Biggus Dickus', sir.

Pontius Pilate: [guard chuckles] What's so funny about "Biggus Dickus? "

Centurion: Well, it's a joke name, sir.

Pontius Pilate: I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Wome called 'Biggus Dickus'.

[guard chuckles]

Pontius Pilate: Silence! What is all this insolence? You will find yourself in gladiator school vewy quickly with wotten behaviour like that.

Brian: Can I go now, sir?

[slap]

Brian: Aaah! Eh.

Pontius Pilate: Wait till Biggus Dickus hears of this!

[guard chuckles]

Pontius Pilate: Wight! Take him away!

Centurion: Oh, sir, he - he only...

Pontius Pilate: No, no. I want him fighting wabid, wild animals within a week.

Centurion: Yes, sir. Come on, you.

[takes the guard away as continues laughing histerically]

Pontius Pilate: I will not have my fwiends widiculed by the common soldiewy. - - Anybody else feel like a little... giggle... when I mention my fwiend... Biggus...

[another guard chuckles]

Pontius Pilate: ... Dickus?

[more chuckling]

Pontius Pilate: What about you? Do you find it... wisible... when I say the name... 'Biggus'...

[chuckle]

Pontius Pilate: ... Dickus?

[both guards chuckle]

Pontius Pilate: He has a wife, you know. You know what she's called? She's called... 'Incontinentia'... Incontinentia Buttocks

Pontius Pilate: [Guards are laughing] Stop! What is all this?

Pontius Pilate: [laughing continues] I've had enough of this wowdy webel sniggewing behaviour. Silence! Call yourselves Pwaetowian guards? You're not - Seize him! Seize him! Blow your noses and seize him!

Leper 1: Alms for a leper!

Leper 2: Alms for a leper!

Ex-Leper: Alms for an ex-leper!

Centurion: Where is Brian of Nazareth?

Brian: You sanctimonious bastards!

Centurion: I have an order for his release!

Brian: You stupid bastards!

Mr. Cheeky: Uh, I'm Brian of Nazareth.

Brian: What?

Mr. Cheeky: Yeah, I - I - I'm Brian of Nazareth.

Centurion: Take him down!

Brian: I'm Brian of Nazareth!

Victim #1: Eh, I'm Brian!

Mr. Big Nose: I'm Brian!

Victim #2: Look, I'm Brian!

Brian: I'm Brian!

Victims: I'm Brian!

Gregory: I'm Brian, and so's my wife!

Victims: I'm Brian! I'm Brian!...

Brian: I'm Brian of Nazareth!

Centurion: All right. Take him away and release him.

Mr. Cheeky: No, I'm only joking. I'm not really Brian. No, I'm not Brian. I was only - It was a joke. I'm only pulling your leg! It's a joke! I'm not him! I'm just having you on! Put me back! Bloody Romans! Can't take a joke!

Mr. Big Nose: I'll get you for this, you bastard.

Parvus: Oh, yeah?

Mr. Big Nose: Oh, yeah. Don't worry. I never forget a face.

Parvus: No?

Mr. Big Nose: I warned you. I'm going to punch you so hard, you Roman git!

Parvus: Shut up, you Jewish turd!

Mr. Big Nose: Who are you calling Jewish? I'm not Jewish! I'm a Samaritan!

Gregory: A Samaritan? This is supposed to be a Jewish section.

Parvus: It doesn't matter! You're all going to die in a day or two.

Gregory: It may not matter to you, Roman, but it certainly matters to us. Doesn't it, darling?

Mrs. Gregory: Oh, rather.

Gregory: Under the terms of the Roman occupancy, we're entitled to be crucified in a purely Jewish area.

[Taking the gifts from the Three Wise Men and pushing them out the door]

Brian's mother: Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time. All right? Heh. Thank you. Good-bye.

[Three wise men leave]

Brian's mother: Well, weren't they nice? Hmm. Out of their bloody minds, but still.

Brian: What will they do to me?

Ben the Prisoner: Oh you'll probably get away with crucifixion.

Brian: CRUCIFIXION?

Ben the Prisoner: Yeah, first offense.

Biggus Dickus: Let me come with you, Pontiuth. I may be of thome athithtanthe if there ith a thudden crithith!

[I may be of some assistance if there is a sudden crisis]

Stan: It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.

Reg: But you can't have babies.

Stan: Don't you oppress me.

Reg: Where's the fetus going to gestate? You going to keep it in a box?

[Brian is explaining why there's a crowd outside their house]

Brian: They must have just popped by!

Brian's mother: Popped by? SWARMED by, more like! There's a multitude out there!

Stan: Listen I'm only telling the truth. You have got a very big nose.

Mr. Big Nose: Hey. Your nose is going to be three foot wide accross your face by the time I'm finished with you!

[On the run from Roman soldiers, Brain lands on a public stage prophets. Brian quickly decides to disgues himself as one]

Brian: [Unsure and stuttering] Don't... pass judgement... on other people, or you might be judged yourself.

Passer-by: [as if shocked] What?

Brian: I said, don't pass judgement on others or you might be judged yourself.

Passer-by: [in small, squeaky voice] Who me? Oh, Thank you very much!

[last lines]

Lead Singer Crucifee: [as end credits role and crucifees are singing "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life"] It's the end of the film. Incidentally, this record's available in the foyer. Some of us have got to live as well, you know. Who do you think pays for all this rubbish? They'll never make their money back, you know. I told him. I said to him, "Bernie", I said, "They'll never make their money back."

[first lines]

Wise Man #1: Ahem!

Brian's mother: Oh!

[falls over in chair]

Brian's mother: Who are you?

Wise Man #2: We are three wise men.

Brian's mother: What?

Wise Man #1: We are three wise men.

Brian's mother: Well, what are you doing creeping around a cow shed at two o'clock in the morning? That doesn't sound very wise to me.

The Crowd: The Messiah! The Messiah! Show us the Messiah!

Brian's mother: The who?

The Crowd: The Messiah!

Brian's mother: There's no Messiah in here. There's a mess all right, but no Messiah. Now go away!

Matthias: Crucifixion's a doddle.

Centurion: Don't keep saying that.

Brian: [Brian is in a prison cell with Ben who is hanging from chains] Oh lay off, I've had a hard time!

Ben the Prisoner: You've had a hard time? I've been here five years, they only hung me the right way up yesterday.

Pontius Pilate: [Pilate is going to release a prisoner to the crowd] People of Jewusalum,

[Everybody laughs at his speech impairment]

Pontius Pilate: Wome... is your fwiend!

[They laugh more]

Pontius Pilate: To pwove our fwiendship, we will welease one of our wong-doers! Who shall I welease?

Man in crowd: Welease Woger!

[Everybody laughs, and begin to chant, "Welease Woger"]

Pontius Pilate: Vewy well, I shall... Welease... Woger!

[Everybody laughs]

Centurion: Uh, we haven't got a "Woger", sir.

Pontius Pilate: Oh, okay. We have no "Woger'!

[They all laugh]

Man in crowd: Well what about "Wodewick" then?

[They laugh and chant "Welease Wodewick!"]

Pontius Pilate: Vewy well! I shall welease... Wodewick!

[the crowd laughs some more]

Centurion: Sir, there's no "Wodewick".

Pontius Pilate: Who is this "Wodewick" you speak of?

Man in crowd: He's a wobber!

[they laugh]

Man in crowd: And a wapist!

[more laughter]

Girl In Crowd: And a pick-pocket!

[Everybody shakes their heads at her and say no]

Pontius Pilate: He sounds a notowious cwiminal.

Francis: We're gettin' in through the underground heating system here, up through into the main audience chamber here, and Pilate's wife's bedroom is here. Having grabbed his wife, we inform Pilate that she is in our custody and forthwith issue our demands. Any questions?

Commando Xerxes: What exactly are the demands?

Reg: We're giving Pilate two days to dismantle the entire apparatus of the Roman Imperialist State, and if he doesn't agree immediately, we execute her.

Matthias: [Answering the summons of the door] My legs are old and bent, my ears are grizzled, yes?

Centurion: There's one place we didn't look. Guards!

[the guards troop into the house]

Matthias: ...Nose is knackered.

Centurion: Have you ever seen anyone crucified?

Matthias: Crucifixion's a doddle.

Centurion: ...Don't keep saying that.

Lead Search Guard: [Guards troop out, last guard pauses] Found this spoon, sir.

Centurion: Well done, Sergeant!

Centurion: We'll be back... Oddball...

Brian: No, no. Please, please please listen. I've got one or two things to say.

The Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!

Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong. You don't need to follow me. You don't need to follow anybody! You've got to think for yourselves! You're all individuals!

The Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!

Brian: You're all different!

The Crowd: Yes! We're all different!

Man in crowd: I'm not...

Man in crowd: Shhh!

Brian: You've all got to work it out for yourselves.

The Crowd: Yes! We've got to work it out for ourselves!

Brian: Exactly!

The Crowd: Tell us more!

Brian: No! That's the point! Don't let anyone tell you what to do! Otherwise - Ow! Ow!

Blood and Thunder Prophet: [screaming] ... and the bezan shall be huge and black, and the eyes thereof red with the blood of living creatures, and the whore of Babylon shall ride forth on a three-headed serpent, and throughout the lands, there will be a great rubbing of parts. Yeeah...

False Prophet: [yelling] ... for the demon shall bear a nine-bladed sword. NINE-bladed! Not two or five or seven, but NINE, which he will wield on all wretched sinners, sinners just like you, sir, there, and the horns shall be on the head, with which he will...

Boring Prophet: ...there shall, in that time, be *rumors* of things going astray, errrm, and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things wi - with the sort of raffia work base that has an attachment. At this time, a friend shall lose his friend's hammer and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o'clock. Yea, it is written in the book of Cyril that...

Follower: Excuse me, are you a virgin?

Brian's mother: I beg your pardon?

Follower: Well, if it's not a personal question - are you a virgin?

Brian's mother: If it's not a personal question? How much more personal can you get? Now, piss off!

[shuts the windows]

Follower: She is.

[the crowd nods in agreement]

Centurion: We'll be back, weirdo.

Matthias: [quietly] Bignose.

Centurion: Watch it!

Mrs. Big Nose: [a crowd is listening to Jesus speak] Don't pick your nose!

Mr. Big Nose: I wasn't pickin' my nose! I was scratchin' it!

Mrs. Big Nose: You was pickin' it, while you was talkin' to that lady!

Mr. Big Nose: I wasn't!

Mrs. Big Nose: Leave it alone! Give it a rest!

Stan: Do you mind? I can't 'ear a word he's sayin'!

Mrs. Big Nose: Don't you 'Do you mind' me! I was talkin' to my 'usband!

Stan: Well, go and talk to 'im somewhere else! I can't 'ear a bloody thing!

Mr. Big Nose: Don't you swear at my wife!

Stan: I was only askin' 'er to shut up, so we can 'ear what he's sayin', 'Big Nose'.

Mrs. Big Nose: Don't you call my 'usband 'Big Nose'!

Stan: Well, he 'as got a big nose!

Man #1: [trying to hear Jesus] Would you be quiet, please. What was that?

Stan: I don't know; I was too busy talkin' to 'Big Nose'.

Man #2: I think it was: 'Blessed are the cheese-makers'!

Wife: What's so special about the cheese-makers?

Husband: Well, obviously, it's not meant to be taken literally - it refers to any manufacturer of... dairy products.

Stan: See? If you 'adn't been goin' on, we'd 'ave 'eard that, 'Big Nose'!

Mr. Big Nose: Say that once more - I'll smash your bloody face in!

Stan: Better keep listening; might be a bit about 'Blessed are the Big Noses'.

Brian: Lay off him!

Stan: Oh, you're not so bad yourself, conk-face... Where are you two from? 'Nose City'?

Mr. Big Nose: One more time, mate! I'll take you to the fuckin' cleaners!

Mrs. Big Nose: Language! And don't pick your nose!

Ben the Prisoner: Quite the jailer's pet, are we?

Brian: What do you mean?

Ben the Prisoner: You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh?

Brian: Slipped him a few shekels-you saw him spit in my face!

Ben the Prisoner: Oh, 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 have me in manacles!

Ben the Prisoner: Manacles! Ooooh, my idea of heaven, is to be allowed to be put in manacles. Just for a few hours... they must think the sun shines out your ass, sonny.

Francis: Why are you always on about women, Stan?

Stan: I want to be one.

Reg: What?

Stan: I want to be a woman. From now on, I want you all to call me 'Loretta'.

Reg: What?

Stan: It's my right as a man.

Judith: Well, why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?

Stan: I want to have babies.

Reg: You want to have babies?

Stan: It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.

Reg: But... you can't have babies!

Stan: Don't you oppress me!

Reg: I'm not oppressing you, Stan! You haven't got a womb! Where's the foetus going to gestate? You going to keep it in a box?

Stan: [starts to cry]

[under the cover of darkness, Brian sneaks up to a statue and starts painting Latin grafitti on the plinth of a statue; he is caught in the act by a centurion who gives him a Latin grammar lesson]

Centurion: What's this, then? "Romanes Eunt Domus"? "People called Romanes, they go the house"?

Brian: It says "Romans, Go Home".

Centurion: No it doesn't. What's Latin for "Roman"? Come on!

Brian: "Romanus".

Centurion: Goes like?

Brian: "Annus"?

Centurion: Vocative plural of "annus" is?

Brian: "Anni"?

Centurion: "Romani".

[the centurion corrects the first line of Brian's grafitti]

Centurion: "Eunt". What is "eunt"?

Brian: "Go".

Centurion: Conjugate the verb "to go".

Brian: "Ire, eo, is, it, imus, itis, eunt".

Centurion: So "eunt" is?

Brian: Third person plural present indicative. "They go".

Centurion: But "Romans, go home" is an *order*, so you must use the...?

Brian: The imperative!

Centurion: Which is?

Brian: Um, oh, oh, "i".

Centurion: How many Romans?

Brian: Plural. "Ite".

Centurion: "Ite".

[the centurion corrects the second line of Brian's grafitti]

Centurion: "Domus"? Nominative? "Go home". This is motion towards, isn't it, boy?

Brian: Dative!

[the centurion draws his sword and holds it to Brian's neck]

Brian: No, not dative! Accusative! Accusative! "Domum", sir. "Ad domum".

Centurion: Except that "domus" takes the...

Brian: The locative, sir.

Centurion: Which is?

Brian: "Domum".

Centurion: "Domum".

[the centurion corrects the last line of Brian's grafitti]

Centurion: Understand?

Brian: Yes, sir.

Centurion: Now write it out a hundred times.

Brian: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Hail Caesar, sir.

Centurion: Hail Caesar. And if it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.

Brian's mother: [Brian hasn't mentioned it at all] Sex, sex, sex, that's all these kids talk about!

[kneels]

Brian's mother: Ah, how I hate wearing these beards.

Brian: Why aren't women allowed to go to stonings, mum?

Brian's mother: It's written, that's why.

Beard vendor: Pssst! Beard, madam?

Brian: Now Hear this ! Blessed are they..

Brian: ..Who convert their neighbours asses

Brian: For they shall inhibit their girth

Centurion: Rubbish

Brian: And to them only shall be given

Brian: to them only..

Brian: shall be given...

Girl In Crowd: what ?

Brian: um ?

Girl In Crowd: shall be given what ?

Brian: Oh nothing.

Girl In Crowd: what were you going to say ?

Brian: Nothing.

Girl In Crowd: yes, you were going to say something ?

Brian: No, I finished.

Girl In Crowd: Oh no

Man in crowd: Tell us before you go

Brian: I am finished.

Man in crowd: Why wont he tell ? A secret, is it ?

Brian: No

Man in crowd: Must be otherwise he'd tell us.

Brian: Leave me alone.

Mr. Cheeky: [singing] For life is quite absurd, And death's the final word, You must always face, the curtain with a bow, Forget about your sin, Give the audience a grin

Mr. Cheeky, Crucifees: Enjoy it, it's your last chance anyhow, So always look on the bright side of death...

Brian's mother: Well, I suppose I should have told you a long time ago, but... well, Brian... your father isn't Mr. Cohen.

Brian: I never thought he was.

Brian's mother: Now, none of your cheek! He was a Roman, Brian. He was a centurion in the Roman army.

Brian: You mean you were raped?

Brian's mother: Well, at first, yes.

Reg: They've bled us white, the bastards! They've taken everything we ever had! And not just from us, but from our fathers, and from our father's fathers!

Stan: And from our father's father's fathers.

Reg: Right.

Stan: And from our father's father's father's fathers.

Reg: Alright Stan, don't labour the point. And what have they ever given us in return?

Revolutionary #1: ...The aquaduct?

Reg: What?

Revolutionary #1: The aquaduct.

Reg: Oh. Yeah, yeah they did give us that. That's true, yeah.

Revolutionary #2: And, uh, sanitation.

Stan: Oh yeah, the sanitation, Reg. Remember what the city USED to be like.

Reg: Alright, I'll grant you the aquaduct and the sanitation. The two things the Romans HAVE done.

Matthias: And the roads!

Reg: Yeah, well obviously the roads! I mean, the roads go without saying, don't they? But APART from sanitation, the aquaducts and the roads...

Revolutionary #3: Irrigation?

Revolutionary #1: Medicine.

Revolutionary #5: Education?

Reg: Yeah, alright, fair enough...

Revolutionary #5: And the wine!

[Everyone murmurs in agreement apart from an increasingly annoyed Reg]

Francis: Yeah! Yeah, that's something we'd really miss, Reg, if the Romans left.

Revolutionary #6: Public baths.

Stan: And it's safe to walk in the streets at night now, Reg.

Francis: Yeah, they certainly know how to keep order. Let's face it -- they're the only ones who COULD in a place like this.

[Everyone except Reg chuckles in agreement]

Reg: Alright, but APART from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh water system and public health... what have the Romans ever done for us?

Revolutionary #1: ...Brought peace.

Reg: Oh, peace! Shut up!