Mr W. Well ah have. (Smiling too)
Rev. You certainly have Mr Wabooba. (He turns other chin and leans forward slowly looking at Mr Wabooba rather hard. Mr Wabooba leans forward rather more quickly and they both kiss.)
Mr W. Ah forgive you in de name of Fatty Waller de great savious of ma people. (He smiles)
Rev. Ai too am capable of compassion dear Wabooba — and in the name of the Father, Sock and Micky Most, I forgive you sweet brother.
(With that they clasp each other,in a brotherly way as if forgetting they are still on camera.)
Rev. Have you ever been to Brighton dear Watooba?
Mr W. Ah jes' got back sweet christian friend non de worse for wearing.
(They get up glassy eyed and linking arms slowly walk out of the studio to the very left proving that arbitration is one answer to de prodlem.)
FADE OUT ON SUITABLE CHRISTIAN CAPTIONS
Linda forever,
Aya.
«Quand on veut un mouton, c'est preuve qu'on existe.»