What do the words in bold refer to in the film? Guess, then watch and check.
You’re drunk. It’s disgusting.
We can go to a stoning anytime.
Leave it alone. Give it a rest.
Say that again, I’ll smash your face in.
Feel the quality of that.
Making it worse? How could it be worse?
Well, you did say Jehova.
Bloody do gooder.
…which is a pain in the arse, if you’ll pardon my French.
We don’t owe the Romans anything!
He was a centurion in the Roman army.
Having his way with me.
I think I’m about to have a cardiac arrest.
If it’s not done by sunrise, I’ll cut your balls off.
Issue our demands.
Cut all her bits off.
They bled us white, the bastards.
They certainly know how to keep order.
Did he finish the slogan?
We’re going to kidnap Pilate’s wife.
United against the common enemy.
Proper little jailer’s pet
You saw him spit in my face.
They must think the sun shines out of your arse.
It’s taught me to respect the Romans.
I think he wants to know which way up you want to be crucified.
It’s a joke name, sir.
Wait till Biggus Dickus hears of this!
Do you find it risible?
She’s called Incontinentia Buttocks.
In that time, there shall be a great confusion.
We’re supposed to haggle.
You want to ruin me?
One born every minute.
One total catastrophe like this is just the beginning.
I have no time for lawbreakers.
At least it gets you out in the open air.
Straight to our official headquarters.
Don’t keep saying that.
We’ll be back, oddball.
Don’t pass judgement on others, or you might get judged yourself.
He’s having a go at the flowers now.
He has given us a sign.
Cast it away.
Not a single, articulate, recognisable word has passed my lips.
It’s not my fault.
They’re all I’ve bloody got to eat.
I should know, I’ve followed a few.
Persecute! Kill the heretic!
You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
He’s not the messiah, he’s a very naughty boy.
That’s my final word.
You’ve all got to work it out for yourselves.
If it’s not a personal question….
You’re f…..king nicked, me old beauty.
You’re not thinking of giving it a miss?
Let’s stop gabbing on about it.
Something’s actually happening, Reg.
I’m only pulling your leg.
Centurion, why do they titter so?
He’s a robber. And a rapist. And a pickpocket.
It’s such a senseless waste of life, isn’t it.
You lucky, jammy bastards.
For he’s a jolly good fellow!
I’m not him. I’m just having you on.
That showed them, huh?
That’s how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life.
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