Ariel Sharon: Bring out your dead! [clang] Bring out your dead! [clang]

Nabil Shaath: Here’s one.

Ariel Sharon: Ninepence.

Yasser Arafat: I’m not dead!

Ariel Sharon: What?

Nabil Shaath: Nothing. Here’s your ninepence.

Yasser Arafat: I’m not dead!

Ariel Sharon: ‘Ere. He says he’s not dead!

Nabil Shaath: Yes, he is.

Yasser Arafat: I’m not!

Ariel Sharon: He isn’t?

Nabil Shaath: Well, he will be soon. He’s very ill.

Yasser Arafat: I’m getting better!

Nabil Shaath: No, you’re not. You’ll be stone dead in a moment.

Ariel Sharon: Oh, I can’t take him like that. It’s against regulations.

Yasser Arafat: I don’t want to go on the cart!

Nabil Shaath: Oh, don’t be such a baby.

Ariel Sharon: I can’t take him.

Yasser Arafat: I feel fine!

Nabil Shaath: Well, do us a favour.

Ariel Sharon: I can’t.

Nabil Shaath: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won’t be long.

Ariel Sharon: No, I’ve got to go to the Robinsons’. They’ve lost nine today.

Nabil Shaath: Well, when’s your next round?

Ariel Sharon: Thursday.

Yasser Arafat: I think I’ll go for a walk.

Nabil Shaath: You’re not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn’t there something you can do?

Yasser Arafat: [singing] I feel happy. I feel happy.

[Sharon hits Yasser Arafat on the head – whop]

Nabil Shaath: Ah, thanks very much.

Ariel Sharon: Not at all. See you on Thursday.