George Spiggott: Now, I’m God, This is my thrown, you see? All around me are the cherubim, seraphim, continually crying Holy Holy Holy, the angels, arch-angels — that sort of thing. Now, you’ll be me, Lucifer.. the loveliest angel of them all.
Stanley Moon: What do I do?
George Spiggott: Well, sorta dance around, praising me mainly.
Stanley Moon: What sorta things do I say?
George Spiggott: Anything that comes into your head that’s nice: how beautiful I am, how wise I am, how handsome.. that sorta thing. Come on, start dancing!
Stanley Moon: You’re wise, you’re beautiful, you’re handsome
George Spiggott: Thank you very much.
Stanley Moon: The Universe, what a wonderful idea, take my hat off to you.
George Spiggott: Thank you
Stanley Moon: Trees..terrific! Water, another good one!
George Spiggott: That was a good one.
Stanley Moon: Yes. Sex, top marks!
George Spiggott: Now, make it more personal, a bit more fulsome please.
Stanley Moon: Immortal, invincible, you’re handsome, you’re glorious, you’re the most beautiful person IN THE WORLD — I’m getting a bit bored with this, can’t we change places?
George Spiggott: That’s exactly how I felt.