"Come here often?"
"Nice day for it."
"How about (Chelsea/Man United/the Steelers/the Cowboys) then?
"You're not the Messiah, you're a very naughty boy!"
"When you going to tell those idiots "Son of God" was a freaking metaphor?"
"What's a Messiah like you doing in a place like this?"
"Ironic, isn't it? Here you are, a bleedin' carpenter, and they nail you to a tree. Bet you're glad your dad wasn't in the night-soil removal business!"
"Okay, the bit where you got pissy and bought the Flood I kind of get, although it doesn't sit well with you going all hippy-dippy, but the killing of animals that have just been bought through the Flood and are therefore bleedin' well endangered I always thought of as a little on the bloody stupid side of silly. What gives?
"Okay, let's see who can piss the furthest."
"I spy with my little eye something begining with... L."
"Good afternoon. I was just hanging around the neighbourhood discussing with people whether we are living in the last days."
"Blue skies, shining on me, nothing but blue skies, do I see."