MOM: Well, they can stop following you right now. Now, stop following my son! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
AUDIENCE:
The Messiah! The Messiah! Show us the Messiah!
MOM:
The who?
AUDIENCE:
The Messiah!
MOM:
Huh, there's no Messiah in here. There's a mess, all right, but no Messiah. Now, go away!
AUDIENCE:
Eddie! Eddie!
MOM:
Right, my lad. What have you been up to?
EDDIE:
Nothing, Mum. Um--
MOM:
Come on. Out with it.
EDDIE:
Well, they think I'm the Messiah, Mum.
[smack]
MOM:
Now, what have you been telling them?
EDDIE:
Nothing! I only--
MOM:
You're only making it worse for yourself.
EDDIE:
Look! I can explain! I--
[smack]
JBL:
No! Let me explain, Mrs. Guerrero!
MOM:
Who--
JBL:
Your son is a born leader. Those people out there are following him because they believe in him, Mrs. Guerrero. They believe he can give them hope-- hope of a new life, a new world, a better future!
MOM:
Who's that?!
EDDIE:
Oh! That's... JBL, Mum. JBL. Mother. Hmm.
[smack]
Aaaah!
AUDIENCE:
The Messiah! The Messiah!
MOM:
Ooooh.
AUDIENCE:
Show us the Messiah! The Messiah! The Messiah! Show us the Messiah!
MOM:
Now, you listen here! He's not the Messiah. He's a very naughty boy! Now, go away!
Easy rep for reference!