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.