Madge: Who the fuck are you?

Gabriel: <speaks diff. lang> gkgitif lcitidejcj.

Madge: I'm sorry, do u know any english?.

Gabriel: Oh I see, the other one only spoke Hebrew. Oh, ok. Um, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Arch angel Gabriel, sent from God in heaven to give you the most joyous news that you are the chosen one.

Madge: God... God?... erm, oh is it like the lotto?.

Gabriel: No dear, what I'm trying to say is that the doughnut you ate this morning was not the cause of your sickness this morning. Do not be afraid of what I am going to tell you...

Madge: as long as you don't tell me I've won tickets to see Barry Manilow, i can take it.

Gabriel: You are going to bare the son of God, the messiah. You have been chosen by God to carry his only son, oh shit <get's queue cards out>, I mean his second son.

Madge: Oh my god. It can't be true!. I'm a fricking Virgin for God's sake!.

Gabriel: We know. I told him that it must be lie, 67!. You poor thing. That is why he chose you, a woman of pure soul and noble heart. Truth and honesty will form basis of an excellent mother of the Lord. How do you feel?.

Madge: Um... sick?.

Gabriel: Well morning sickness occurs in most pregnancies!.

Madge: No, I mean sick.. literally. i'm gonna throw up. Jesus!.

Gabriel: No, wrong son of God try the other one... yours is to be called Wayne. Wayne The Second Son of God. The first one died Gabriel: you know. Tragic it was. The master locked himself in his room for days.

Madge: But how can I be pregnant?. What am I spose to tell my friends?... um i was invisibly fucked by some guy who claims to be God and now im carrying his kid. yeah right man, nice try.

Gabriel: Its the truth. It's written in the scriptures...

Madge: No it's not!.

Gabriel: It's not what?.

Madge: ...written in the scriptures. It doesn’t say anything in the bible that God has a second son.

Gabriel: Thats because you cant write history until it has occurred.

Madge: What about prophets?.

Gabriel: Dont complicate matters. Look, my work here is done. I've told you that ur knocked up, now deal with it!. Do not worry about what Alf will say, we've sent him a crate of beer and some porno magazines so you shouldn’t have a problem. You will be contacted next week to discuss parental rights after birth. Goodbye.