Marked for Life

Khalid:
Hello.

James Barrett:
Listen you. I've just been attacked by a frigging scorpion!

Khalid:
Yes, I warned you there may be insects.

James Barrett:
Insects? Cockroaches are insects. Bloody murderous scorpions are not what I would class as insects. I could have been killed.

Khalid:
Nonsense, even if you had been stung you probably wouldn't have died.

James Barrett:
No?

Khalid:
No, you'd be fine

James Barrett:
Fine?

Khalid:
Well, perhaps not fine. You'd have to go to hospital and you'd probably be in terrible pain for a few days but not dead. You'll probably want to die...

James Barrett:
Thanks very much. Goodbye.

Khalid:
Hello? Hello? Inglesi mijnoon [crazy English] .

Alexander:
That is where you are wrong... Guest-workers is what we are. Nothing more than glorified potato pickers. Granted, the pay's better than for potato picking, the work's not quite as back breaking: but it is ball-breaking. And we all just keep coming back for more. Just look at this lot. Most of them have been here nearly a decade. To classify 'genus expatrius' there are a few tell-tale signs. First, you must look for wives with skin like cured tobacco. Next look out for husbands with noses like WC Fields. 'Just one more contract' that's what they all say. The problem is it's just too comfortable. I mean look at the accommodation. You'd have to be a Senator to live in a place like this back home. Actually I can't imagine even Hilary has a mansion this big. Of course this is Edward's house and obviously he's doing very nicely out of us thank you very much and not everyone gets to live in this kind of house, but, you know something, a hell of a lot do.