— Do you want some chickens?
— Yes... About 20. I on a diet.
— Those Gauls are some true savages.
— Some savages. But, they make sense of the rhythm they give, hey?
— Have taken me for a butterfly, Ordralfabetix?
— Forgive, Panoramix. I was distracted.
— Repeat for last time. Who are you?
— Iam Obelus, legionary of the 2nd Cohort, third Manipulo.
— And me?
— Asterix, my best friend.
— Do you make it on purpose?
— I am sorry. No, no. You are Asterix, The infamous Gaul spy.
— Is that everything?
— No, no. I made you prisoner when you entered in the camp to liberate to the druid.
— And to whom do you want to surrender?
— I don't know. I usually gives menhirs, not friends.
— To Caesar, stupid... Well. Now agree. To stupid Caesar.
— Is he Julius Ceasar's relative?
— What?
— Stupid Ceasar, is he Julius Ceasar's relative?
— What stupid Caesar? You give me to Julius Caesar. You are stupid.
— Asterix, Obelix, give him the tax for Caesar.
— What is that?
— What the Roman soldiers abandon in the battlefield, Every time that we face them.
— That don't bothers to run.
— In a blacksmith, the price for metal, you can get a good bargain.
— It would also be an interest to an antique dealer. With this helmet a oil lamp can be made.
— And this armor can be use as mold to make cookies.