Auf englisch geht das ein wenig anders::lol:
CENTURION
Hail Caesar.
PILATE
Hail Caesar.
CENTURION
Only one survivor, sir.
PILATE
Thwow him to the floor.
CENTURION
What sir?
PILATE
Thwow him to the floor.
CENTURION
Ah!
(He indicates to the two roman GUARDS who throw BRIAN to the ground.)
PILATE
Now, what is your name, Jew?
BRIAN
Brian.
PILATE
Bwian, eh?
BRIAN (trying to be helpful)
No, *BRIAN*.
(The CENTURION cuffs him.)
PILATE
The little wascal has spiwit.
CENTURION
Has what, sir?
PILATE
*SPIWIT*.
CENTURION
Yes, he did, sir.
PILATE
No, no, spiwit … bwavado … a touch of dewwing-do.
CENTURION (still not really understanding)
Ah. About eleven, sir.
PILATE (to BRIAN)
So you dare to waid us.
BRIAN (rising to his feet)
To what?
PILATE
Stwike him, centuwion, vewwy woughly.
CENTURION
And throw him to the floor, sir?
PILATE
What?
CENTURION
THWOW him to the floor again, sir?
PILATE
Oh yes. Thwow him to the floor.
(The CENTURION knocks BRIAN hard on the side of the head again and the TWO
GUARDS throw him to the floor.)
PILATE
Now, Jewish wapscallion.
BRIAN
I’m not Jewish … I’m a Roman!
PILATE
*WOMAN*?
BRIAN
No, *ROMAN*.
(But he’s not quick enough to avoid another blow from the CENTURION.)
PILATE
So, your father was a *WOMAN*. Who was he?
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