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OKAY NOW NOW WE HAVE TO BRING OUT THE......COMFY CHAIR!!!

Blix: Right! If that's the way you want it -- Cardinal! Poke Saddam with the soft cushions!

(Chirac carries out this rather pathetic torture)

Blix: Confess! Confess! Confess!

Chirac: It doesn't seem to be hurting him, lord.

Blix: Have you got all the stuffing up one end?

Chirac: Yes, lord.

Blix: (angrily hurling away the cushions) Hm! He is made of harder stuff! Cardinal Putin! Fetch...THE COMFY CHAIR!

(JARRING CHORD - Zoom into Putin's horrified face)

Putin: (terrified) The...Comfy Chair?

(Chirac pushes in a comfy chair -- a really plush one)

Blix: So you think you are strong because you can survive the soft cushions. Well, we shall see. Chirac! Put Saddam in the Comfy Chair!

(They roughly push Saddam into the Comfy Chair)

Blix: (with a cruel leer) Now -- you will stay in the Comfy Chair until lunch time, with only a cup of tea at eleven. (aside, to Chirac) Is that really all it is?

Chirac: Yes, lord.

Blix: I see. I suppose we make it worse by shouting a lot, do we? Confess, Hussein. Confess! Confess! Confess! Confess!

Chirac: I confess!

Blix: Not you!