»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.«
airbags version der vermutlich heute zu ihrem ende kommenden turbulenten geschichte um den tod des palästinenserführers, frei nach »monty python and the holy grail«.

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