Jesus: How dare you turn my Father’s house into a market?
Judas: Dude, dude - be quiet. People are staring.
Jesus: They should be staring! What would my Father say if he could see what a den of inequity His house has been turned into?
Judas: You are drunk.
Jesus: I can be drunk if I want. It’s my damn house.
Judas: I thought it was your Dad’s?
Jesus: I keep telling you, I… I am my Dad.
Judas: So that whole “my Father’s house” thing, you really meant “my house”?
Jesus: It belongs to… It’s both of our houses. Both ours house. We both have it.
Judas: Whatever. You wanna kick everyone out, then? I mean, if it’s your house, it would be weird to let a bunch of strangers sell stuff here, right?
Jesus: Maybe… Maybe they wouldn’t be strangers to me if they gave me a small portion of their profits?
Judas: You want to charge rent for temple space, even though you don’t officially own the structure? Don’t you think that might piss a few people off?
Jesus: Like who, the Pharisees? What are they gonna do, beat me up?