With apologies to Monty Python, we have obtained a transcript of tapes made in our nations capitol
FOLLOWERS:
Look! There he is! The Chosen One has woken!
[slam]
[bam bam bam bam]
S. ANN SOETORO:
OBAMA!
[bam bam bam bam bam]
OBAMA:
Huuh. Hooh. Ooh! Mother. Ooh. Ha--
S. ANN SOETORO:
OBAMA!
OBAMA:
Hang on, mother! Shhh.
[clllunk]
Hello, mother.
S. ANN SOETORO:
Don't you 'hello mother' me. What are all those people doing out there?!
OBAMA:
Oh. Well-- well, I, uh--
S. ANN SOETORO:
Come on! What have you been up to, my lad?!
OBAMA:
Well, uh, I think they must have popped by for something.
S. ANN SOETORO:
'Popped by'?! 'Swarmed by', more like! There's a multitude out there!
OBAMA:
Mm, they-- they started following me yesterday.
S. ANN SOETORO:
Well, they can stop following you right now. Now, stop following my son! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
FOLLOWERS:
The Messiah! The Messiah! Show us the Messiah!
S. ANN SOETORO:
The who?
FOLLOWERS:
The Messiah!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Huh, there's no Messiah in here. There's a mess, all right, but no Messiah. Now, go away!
FOLLOWERS:
OBAMA! OBAMA!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Right, my lad. What have you been up to?
OBAMA:
Nothing, Mum. Um--
S. ANN SOETORO:
Come on. Out with it.
OBAMA:
Well, they think I'm the Messiah, Mum.
[smack]
S. ANN SOETORO:
Now, what have you been telling them?
OBAMA:
Nothing! I only--
S. ANN SOETORO:
You're only making it worse for yourself.
OBAMA:
Look! I can explain! I--
[smack]
JUDITH:
No! Let me explain, Mrs. Cohen!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Who--
JUDITH:
Your son is a born leader. Those people out there are following him because they believe in him, Mrs. Cohen. They believe he can give them hope-- hope of a new life, a new world, a better future!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Who's that?!
OBAMA:
Oh! That's... Judith, Mum. Judith. Mother. Hmm.
[smack]
Aaaah!
FOLLOWERS:
The Messiah! The Messiah!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Ooooh.
FOLLOWERS:
Show us the Messiah! The Messiah! The Messiah! Show us the Messiah!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Now, you listen here! He's not the Messiah. He's a very naughty boy! Now, go away!
FOLLOWERS:
Who are you?!
S. ANN SOETORO:
I'm his mother. That's who.
FOLLOWERS:
Behold His mother! Behold His mother! Hail to thee, mother of OBAMA! Blessed art thou, Hosanna! All praise to thee, now and always!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Ohhh, now, don't think you can get around me like that. He's not coming out, and that's my final word. Now, shove off!
FOLLOWERS:
No!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Did you hear what I said?
FOLLOWERS:
Yes!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Oh, I see. It-- it's like that, is it?
FOLLOWERS:
Yes!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Ohh. Oh, all right, then. You can see him for one minute, but not one second more. Do you understand?
FOLLOWERS:
Yes.
S. ANN SOETORO:
Promise?
FOLLOWERS:
Well, all right.
S. ANN SOETORO:
All right. Here he is, then. Come on, OBAMA. Come and talk to them.
OBAMA:
But, Mum. Judith.
S. ANN SOETORO:
Now, leave that Welsh tart alone.
OBAMA:
But I don't really want to, Mum.
FOLLOWERS:
OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA!...
OBAMA:
Good morning.
FOLLOWERS:
A blessing! A blessing! A blessing!...
OBAMA:
No. No, please! Please! Please listen. I've got one or two things to say.
FOLLOWERS:
Tell us. Tell us both of them.
OBAMA:
Look. You've got it all wrong.
You don't need to follow me. You don't need to follow anybody! You've got to think for yourselves. You're all individuals!
FOLLOWERS:
Yes, we're all individuals!
OBAMA:
You're all different!
FOLLOWERS:
Yes, we are all different!
DENNIS:
I'm not.
ARTHUR:
Shhhh.
FOLLOWERS:
Shh. Shhhh. Shhh.
OBAMA:
You've all got to work it out for yourselves!
FOLLOWERS:
Yes! We've got to work it out for ourselves!
OBAMA:
Exactly!
FOLLOWERS:
Tell us more!
OBAMA:
No! That's the point! Don't let anyone tell you what to do! Otherwise-- Ow! No!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Come on, OBAMA. That's enough. That's enough.
FOLLOWERS:
Oooooh. That wasn't a minute!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Oh, yes, it was.
FOLLOWERS:
Oh, no, it wasn't!
S. ANN SOETORO:
Now, stop that, and go away!
YOUTH:
Excuse me.
S. ANN SOETORO:
Yes?
YOUTH:
Are you a virgin?
S. ANN SOETORO:
I beg your pardon!
YOUTH:
Well, if it's not a personal question, are you a virgin?
S. ANN SOETORO:
'If it's not a personal question'?
How much more personal can you get? Now, piss off!
[slam]
YOUTH:
She is.
FOLLOWERS:
Yeah. Must be. She is. Definitely...
CROWD:
Ooh. Oh! Oooh...
[clunk]
STEPHAN:
'Morning, Saviour.
CROWD:
[yelling]
WOMAN:
Lay Your hands on me. Quick!
FRANCIS:
Now, don't jostle the Chosen One, please.
BABY:
[crying]
STEPHAN:
Don't push that baby in the Saviour's face. You've got till later.
JACK:
I say. I say, could He just see my wife? She has a headache.
STEPHAN:
She'll have to wait, I'm afraid.
JACK:
It's very bad, and we've got a luncheon appointment.
STEPHAN:
Look, the lepers are queuing.
JACK:
Her brother-in-law is the ex-mayor of Gath, you know.
STEPHAN:
Uh, OBAMA, can I introduce the gentleman who's letting us have the Mounts on Sunday?
MR. PAPADOPOULOS:
Hello.
FRANCIS:
Don't push!
STEPHAN:
And keep the noise down, please! Those possessed by devils, try and keep them under control a bit, can't you? Incurables, you'll just have to wait for a few minutes. Um, women taken in sin, line up against that wall, will you?
JUDITH:
OBAMA? OBAMA, you were fantastic!
OBAMA:
You weren't so bad yourself.
JUDITH:
No, what you said just now-- it was quite extraordinary.
OBAMA:
What? Oh, that. Was it?
JUDITH:
We don't need any leaders. You're so right. Reg has been dominating us for too long.
OBAMA:
Well, yes.
JUDITH:
It needed saying, and you said it, OBAMA.
OBAMA:
You're... very attractive.
JUDITH:
It's our revolution! We can all do it together!
OBAMA:
I think-- I think--
JUDITH:
We're all behind you, OBAMA. The revolution is in your hands!
OBAMA:
What? No! That's not what I meant at all!
CENTURION:
You're fuckin' nicked, me old beauty. Right.
[whap whap whap whap whap]
[smack]
Stop it.
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