*CRASHES THROUGH CEILING*

[jaguar]

Vee haf ways uf dealing wif people like you. You vill eat relish on your dog and like it or else!

PILATE:
Whom would you have me welease?
BOB HOSKINS:
Welease Woger!
CROWD:
Yes! Welease Woger! Welease Woger! [laughing]
PILATE:
Vewy well. I shall welease Woger!
CROWD:
[cheering]
CENTURION:
Sir, uh, we don't have a 'Woger', sir.
PILATE:
What?
CENTURION:
Uh, we don't have anyone of that name, sir.
PILATE:
Ah. We have no 'Woger'!
CROWD:
Ohhhhh!
BOB:
Well, what about Wodewick, then?
CROWD:
Yes! Welease Wodewick! Welease Wodewick!
PILATE:
Centuwion, why do they titter so?
CENTURION:
Just some, uh, Jewish joke, sir.
PILATE:
Are they... wagging me?
CENTURION:
Oh, no, sir!
GUARD #3:
[chuckling]
PILATE:
Vewy well. I shall welease... Wodewick!
CROWD:
[laughing]
CENTURION:
Sir, we don't have a 'Roderick' either.
PILATE:
No 'Woger'? No 'Wodewick'?
CENTURION:
Sorry, sir.
PILATE:
Who is this 'Wod'--
GUARD #1:
[chuckle]
PILATE:
Who is the 'Wodewick' to whom you wefer?
BOB:
He's a wobber!
CROWD:
[laughing]
MAN:
And a wapist!
CROWD:
[laughing]
WOMAN:
And a pickpocket!
CROWD:
Yeah! Ahh, no! No! Shh! Shh!...
PILATE:
He sounds a notowious cwiminal.
CENTURION:
We haven't got him, sir. Mm hm.
PILATE:
Do we have anyone in our pwisons at all?