MANDY:
Now, you listen here! He's not the Messiah. He's a very naughty boy! Now, go away!

FOLLOWERS:
Who are you?!

MANDY:
I'm his mother. That's who.

FOLLOWERS:
Behold His mother! Behold His mother! Hail to thee, mother of Brian! Blessed art thou, Hosanna! All praise to thee, now and always!

MANDY:
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!

MANDY:
Did you hear what I said?

FOLLOWERS:
Yes!

MANDY:
Oh, I see. It-- it's like that, is it?

FOLLOWERS:
Yes!

MANDY:
Ohh. Oh, all right, then. You can see him for one minute, but not one second more. Do you understand?

FOLLOWERS:
Yes.

MANDY:
Promise?

FOLLOWERS:
Well, all right.

MANDY:
All right. Here he is, then. Come on, Brian. Come and talk to them.

BRIAN:
But, Mum. Judith.

MANDY:
Now, leave that Welsh tart alone.

BRIAN:
But I don't really want to, Mum.

FOLLOWERS:
Brian! Brian! Brian!...

BRIAN:
Good morning.

FOLLOWERS:
A blessing! A blessing! A blessing!...

BRIAN:
No. No, please! Please! Please listen. I've got one or two things to say.

FOLLOWERS:
Tell us. Tell us both of them.

BRIAN:
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!

BRIAN:
You're all different!

FOLLOWERS:
Yes, we are all different!

DENNIS:
I'm not.

ARTHUR:
Shhhh.

FOLLOWERS:
Shh. Shhhh. Shhh.

BRIAN:
You've all got to work it out for yourselves!

FOLLOWERS:
Yes! We've got to work it out for ourselves!

BRIAN:
Exactly!

FOLLOWERS:
Tell us more!

BRIAN:
No! That's the point! Don't let anyone tell you what to do! Otherwise-- Ow! No!

MANDY:
Come on, Brian. That's enough. That's enough.

FOLLOWERS:
Oooooh. That wasn't a minute!

MANDY:
Oh, yes, it was.

FOLLOWERS:
Oh, no, it wasn't!