Boring Prophet: There shall in that time be rumors of things going astray, erm, and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things with the sort of raffia-work base, that has an attachment. At that time, a friend shall lose his friend's hammer, and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o'clock.
Brian: I'm not the Messiah! Will you please listen? I am not the Messiah, do you understand? Honest!
Girl: Only the true Messiah denies His divinity!
Brian: What? Well, what sort of chance does that give me? All right, I AM the Messiah!
Followers: He is! He is the Messiah!
Brian: Now, fuck off!
Arthur: Er, how shall we fuck off, O Lord?