– What happened?
EX-LEPER: I was cured, sir.
EX-LEPER: Yes sir, a bloody miracle, sir. Bless you.
BRIAN: Who cured you?
EX-LEPER: Jesus did. I was hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.One minute I’m a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood’s gone.Not so much as a by your leave………You’re cured mate, sod you………
MANDY: Go away
EX-LEPER: Look. I’m not saying that being a leper was a bowl of cherries. But it was a living. I mean, you try waving muscular suntanned limbs in people’s faces demanding compassion. It’s a bloody disaster.
MANDY: You could go and get yourself a decent job, couldn’t you?
EX-LEPER: Look, sir, my family has been in begging six generations. I’m not about to become a goat-herd, just because some long-haired conjuror starts mucking about…Just like that. “You’re cured.” Bloody do-gooder!