Pontius Pilate: [Pilate is going to release a prisoner to the crowd] People of Jewusalum,
[Everybody laughs at his speech impairment]
Pontius Pilate: Wome… is your fwiend!
[They laugh more]
Pontius Pilate: To pwove our fwiendship, we will welease one of our wong-doers! Who shall I welease?
Man in crowd: Welease Woger!
[Everybody laughs, and begin to chant, “Welease Woger”]
Pontius Pilate: Vewy well, I shall… Welease… Woger!
Centurion: Uh, we haven’t got a “Woger”, sir.
Pontius Pilate: Oh, okay. We have no "Woger’!
[They all laugh]
Man in crowd: Well what about “Wodewick” then?
[They laugh and chant “Welease Wodewick!”]
Pontius Pilate: Vewy well! I shall welease… Wodewick!
[the crowd laughs some more]
Centurion: Sir, there’s no “Wodewick”.
Pontius Pilate: Who is this “Wodewick” you speak of?
Man in crowd: He’s a wobber!
Man in crowd: And a wapist!
Girl In Crowd: And a pick-pocket!
[Everybody shakes their heads at her and say no]
Pontius Pilate: He sounds a notowious cwiminal
I grew up with a lisp, but this still makes me laugh.