Jesus: The end is just a little harder when brought about by friends. For all you care, this wine could be my blood. For all you care, this bread could be my body. The end. This is my blood you drink, this is my body you eat. If you could, remember me when you eat and drink.
Jesus: Why waste your breath moaning at the crowd? Nothing can be done to stop the shouting! If every tongue were stilled, the noise would still continue! The rocks and stones themselves would start to sing.
Jesus: Can you show me now that I will not be killed in vain? Show me just a little of your omnipresent brain! Show me there's a reason for your wanting me to die! You're far too keen on where and how, but not so hot on why.
Judas: You sad pathetic man! See where you've brought us to? Our ideals die around us, and all because of you.
Jesus: Spare me your speeches, I don't want to know. Go, now, go.
Pontius Pilate: I see no reason! I find no evil! This man is harmless, so why does he upset you? He's just misguided! Thinks he's important! But to keep you vultures happy, I shall f-log him.
Caiaphas: We need a more permanent solution to our problem.
Caiaphas: One thing I'll say for him, Jesus is cool.
King Herod: I only ask things I'd ask any superstar. What is it that you have got that puts you where you are?
Caiaphas: We turn to Rome to sentence Nazareth. We have no law to put a man to death. We need him crucified! It's all you have to do! We need him crucified, it's all you have to do.
Jesus: You liar, you Judas.
Jesus: Why should I die? Would I be more noticed than I ever was before? Would the things I've said and done matter anymore?
Judas: All your followers are blind, too much heaven on their minds.
Caiaphas: Fools! You have no perception! The stakes we are gambling are frighteningly high. We must crush him completely! So like John before him, this Jesus must die.
Pontius Pilate: Talk to me, Jesus Christ! You have been brought here, manacled, beaten by your own people! Do you have the first idea why you deserve it? Listen, King of the Jews, where is your kingdom? Look at me! Am I a Jew?
Jesus: I have no kingdom. In this world, I'm through.
Crowd: Talk to me, Jesus Christ.
Jesus: There may be a kingdom for me somewhere, if you only knew.
Crowd: Crucify him! Crucify.
Pontius Pilate: What do you mean? You'd crucify your king?
Crowd: We have no king but Caeser.
Pontius Pilate: He's done no wrong! No, not the slightest thing.
Crowd: We have no king but Caeser! Crucify him.
Pontius Pilate: Well, this is new, respect for Caeser! 'Till now, this has been noticeably lacking! Who is this Jesus? Why is he different? You Jews produce Messiahs by the sackful.
Apostles: Always hoped that I'd be an apostle. Knew that I would make it if I tried. Then, when we retire, we can write the Gospels, so they'll all talk about us when we've died.
Crowd: Pilate, crucify him! Crucify! Remember Caeser! You have a duty to keep the peace, so crucify him! Remember Caeser! You'll be demoted! You'll be deported! Crucify him.
Judas: Tell me what you think about your friends at the top! Who, do you think, besides yourself was pick of the crop? Buddha, was he where it's at? Is he where you are? Could Mohammed move a mountain, or was that just PR?
Judas: On Thursday night, you'll find him where you want him, far from the crowd in the garden of Gethsemane.
Choir: Well done, Judas... Good old Judas.