Judas:
Alright, I'll bite: why do you want to know if I've ever met Frankenstein?
Jesus:
I'm just wondering -- do you think that guy has bad breath? Like, forever?
Judas:
I think halitosis is the least of his worries, Jesus.
Jesus:
Right, with the villagers and the ice floe and shit. I know. But, like, I bet even if he brushed his teeth, it would just smell bad again real soon because he's decomposing.
Judas:
I think your problem lies with three assumptions you're making. 1) That Frankenstein *has* teeth. 2) That he gives even a second's thought to his personal hygiene. And 3) That I care in any way about what you're saying.
Jesus:
You're mean today.
Judas:
Maybe that's because someone has made me watch 'Frankenstein' over and over for a week straight.
Jesus:
Hey, you're free to leave at any time, buddy.
Judas:
Then why do you have me tied to a chair?
Jesus:
Do you think those bolts in his neck *hurt*?
