Ararat: Hey, I thought of a psychosis today.
Aragats: What is it?
Ararat: It's not thinking or believing you're Armenian when you are.
Aragats: Oh, that's a tough one. The odars over there struggle with that. Why?
Ararat: If they would just realize they are Armenian, they would come here instantly like a stone hitting the ground pulled by earth's gravitations.
Aragats: Hmm.. there are a lot of Armenians abroad, aren't there...
Ararat: Yes, there are.
Aragats: We should do something about this. They're psycho!
Ararat: I know, I know. But they want to eat their bastrma and smell good at the same time.
Aragats: They can't do both.
Ararat: All they need is to stop questioning it. Then they'd leave the hotdogs behind and come and lay stones, make castles, and make eternal what we are - they will dance and feast and love as they did ages ago.
Aragats: What's the medication dosage?
Ararat: It's me and you.
Aragats: Let's do it.
Ararat: But they will die and shed their blood.
Aragats: But they will know who they are, and they will die like kings.
Ararat: Who's going first?
Aragats: They are.