Look, if they don't listen ta Moses and the prophets, they ain't gonna listen to *nobody*,...

Judas:
There once was a very rich man who dressed in purple and the finest linen. Robin:
Rich man, that's me. Judas:
And every day he feasted in the greatest magnificence. At his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus, who would've been glad to have satisfied his hunger with the scraps from The rich man's table. Robin:
Oh my God, it's good! Get out of there! Judas:
Now even the doggy-doggies used to come to Lazarus and lick his open running sores. Jerry:
[making a face]
Blecch! Judas:
Sorry. Well, one day the poor man died... [Jerry pretends to fall over dead] Judas:
... and was carried away by the angels to be with Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried and sent to Hades... Robin:
[nervously]
Hello. Demons:
Hello. Judas:
...where he was in torment. He looked up, and there, far, far away was Abraham with Lazarus close beside him. Robin:
Oh, Father Abraham, have pity on me. Send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water to cool my tongue. For I'm in agony in this fire. Let go of me, will ya! Gilmer:
[as Abraham, with a Brooklyn accent]
Remember, my child, that all the good things fell ta you when you were on Earth, and all the bad things fell to Lois. Jerry:
[as Lazarus]
Lazarus. Gilmer:
Abraham! Glad ta know ya! And now it is *he* who has consolation here, and it is *you* who are in agony. Robin:
Then, Father Abraham, send Lazarus to my father's house, where I have five pies... I mean, brothers... to warn them, so they too may not come to this place of torment. Gilmer:
They got Moses and the prophets. Let them listen to them. Robin:
Yeah. But if somebody from the dead should rise, then they'd listen. Gilmer:
Look, if they don't listen ta Moses and the prophets, they ain't gonna listen to *nobody*, even if somebody *should* rise from the dead!