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(Question and Answer in D Minor)
Y: Ech. I do not believe that you did that.
RN: Hmph! Don't get so lairy 'bout it, Yehudi. It was a genuine cultural misunderstandin'.
Y: It was a genuine schlemazel.
RN: 'Ow was I s'pposed to know that they dint do bacon bagels?
Y: Beigels! The word is beigels.
RN: Tomaa'ers, tomay'ers.
Y: Can you say 'shibboleth'?
RN: Why?
Y: Curiosity, bubeleh.
RN: I could rip yer balls off.
Y: Charmed.
RN: Oooh! Ol' Rav Weissmann's trouble asked me to pass on 'er unmitigated gratitude for that latest sensie you sent her.
Y: What?
RN: Ruth... Weissmann... said... thanks... for... the... sensie.
Y: Oh! What sensie?
RN: The one you sent her, muppet.
Y: She's got the wrong Yehudi.
RN: How many Yehudis can there be?
Y: Quite a few. But I'm one of a kind. Come here, zaftikeh.
RN: Aaak! I'm eatin' my bagel. Pervert. Gor', what's a girl to do?
Y: Give up?
RN: You wish. You do realise that I could knock you dead wiv one 'and.
Y: Neshomeleh, you could knock me dead with a look.
RN: Flirt!
Y: And you love it.
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(Question and Answer in C Minor)
"Dr Rosenbaum, your brother is here to see you."
"Send him through please, Yoko."
"Yes, Doctor."
.....
"Oh, Titus! What brings you down into my parlour?"
"'Sephy. Came to see what the mad doctor was brewing up in her lab."
"Enough of the mad. How is the world of men?"
"The usual. Too many people. Too few resources. The end is drawing nigh. You know how it is."
"Too well. Oh, are they for me?"
"Nah. They're for one of the many other women in my breakneck life. Of course they're for you. What's the music?"
"St. Matthaus Passion. Bach. One of our illustrious father's old CDs."
"How droll! Aaah. Excuse me, I was up early."
"Poor Titus."
"So is this the archaeological monster? The fallen angel?"
"The very same. Looks like those Victorian vandals have welded the joints though."
"The Philistines. Mahrime bastards! How dare they? Have you opened him up yet?"
"Well, we've x-rayed it but it is utterly dense underneath that alloy. It's not gold, by the way. The core seems to be inert but we've got no way of ascertaining that for sure."
"Does it matter?"
"Well... the Tablets of Asshur are somewhat precautionary about that thing."
"What about the diary?"
"Oh! Nothing helpful in there. Apart from the location but that's irrelevant now."
"So what are you going to do now?"
"What else? Cut the cuirasse off."
"Very sensible!"
"Very funny!"
"Hey, Persephone. I've found a fantastic bottle of St. Emilion in Dad's cellar. I mean he won't be wanting to drink it now that he's been perforated by that Cockney Ronin. So fancy dinner tonight? Bottle of wine? Leisurely fuck afterwards?"
"Hah! Rude! What would your father say?"
"Something obscure in Latin probably. In fact, he's dead. He won't be saying anything for a few days. Come on, 'Sephy."
"How can I refuse an offer like that?"
"You can't. So drinkies later?"
"As you like. Now get the fuck out of my lab."
Geoff Hinkley, 22/10/00
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