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Ex-leper: Spare a talent for an old ex-leper?
Brian: Did you say... "ex-leper"?
Ex-leper: That's right, sir. Sixteen years behind the bell, and proud of it, sir.
Brian: Well, what happened?
Ex-leper: I was cured, sir.
Brian: Cured?
Ex-leper: Yes, sir. A bloody miracle, sir. God 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: Ah, yeah. 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 arse, to be blunt. Excuse my French, sir
I'll see you're Holy Grail quote and Raise you a Life of Brian:that still doesn't justify the reply "yup"
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Ex-leper: Spare a talent for an old ex-leper?
Brian: Did you say... "ex-leper"?
Ex-leper: That's right, sir. Sixteen years behind the bell, and proud of it, sir.
Brian: Well, what happened?
Ex-leper: I was cured, sir.
Brian: Cured?
Ex-leper: Yes, sir. A bloody miracle, sir. God 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: Ah, yeah. 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 arse, to be blunt. Excuse my French, sir