The Pharaoh's heart was hardened but he was not unmoved. He pondered his situation as the lawyers complained.
Pharaoh Brown (PB): Hmm, the people are restless. The attorneys are angry. Something must be done. Get me Sam Slom.
Court Jester: GET THE PHARAOH SAM SLOM. So it is written, so let it be done!
Sam Slom: You called Pharaoh?
PB: Yes. Put down that enormous beverage cup you are always carrying and have a seat.
The lawyers are restless. This is not good.
SS: This is not good.
PB: I have an idea!
SS: You have an idea??!!
PB: We will let some of the lawyers park. Go now, move some of the legions to the other lot. Lets see hmm...
SS: I will move some of the legions to the other lot.
PB: Say 40 of the legion.
SS: 40 of the legion.
PB: I just said that.
SS: But you said for me to say it.
PB: Who do I look like? Bud Abbott? I am the Pharaoh Brown. Stick to the right century please.
SS: Sticking to the right century.
PB: Move 40 of the legion to the other lot. But tell them this- the production of bricks shall not fall one brick. They shall show up on time and they shall praise the Pharaoh.
Court Jester: The productions of bricks shall not fall one brick! The lawyers shall be on time. So it is written, so it shall be done!