Guard: Nothing. Right. Off you go.
Arthur: Nothing?
Guard: Well, nothing very much, you know. A couple of bleeding sheep.
Arthur: Two?
Guard: Yeah.
Arthur: Bloody sheep.
Guard: Yeah.
Arthur: Two. Right... anything else?
Guard: Well, I guess you could throw in a couple of bags of cement as well.
Arthur: Bags of... what?
Guard: Cement.
Arthur: Cement?!
Guard: Oh yeah, great stuff, cement. Makes really good roads when you mix it with water. Strong.
Arthur: Well ... why would he want that?
Guard: Well, you know, there's some great scenery 'round these parts, but what God really lacks is, sort of, a decent infrastructure. You know, like roads, bridges, stuff like that.
Arthur: (sighing) Well, I suppose you know best.
Guard: Yeah. Off you go.