Main Street. A pair of young American tourists, George and Sandy, ride down the street toward the tent. He is driving a jeep, she is following on a two-humped camel, seated sidesaddle. The camel is laden with her extensive trousseau. Both wear Hawkeye caps and sunglasses, and both have cameras dangling from straps around their necks.
Narrator’s Voice: And Abraham lifted up his eyes and looked, and lo, three men stood by him.
God’s Voice: No, no, no! There weren’t three, there were two. And one of them was a woman. And they didn’t stand by him. They approached him.
Narrator’s Voice: But it is written--
God’s Voice: Written, schmitten. I’ve got eyes in my head. I say there are two, and I say one of them is a woman.
Narrator’s Voice (Sighing): You’re the boss . . . “And Abraham lifted up his eyes and looked, and lo, a man and a woman approached him.”
God’s Voice: That’s better.
Narrator’s Voice: And Abraham lifted up his eyes and looked, and lo, three men stood by him.
God’s Voice: No, no, no! There weren’t three, there were two. And one of them was a woman. And they didn’t stand by him. They approached him.
Narrator’s Voice: But it is written--
God’s Voice: Written, schmitten. I’ve got eyes in my head. I say there are two, and I say one of them is a woman.
Narrator’s Voice (Sighing): You’re the boss . . . “And Abraham lifted up his eyes and looked, and lo, a man and a woman approached him.”
God’s Voice: That’s better.
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