All language subtitles for Gummo.1997.Criterion.1080p.BluRay.x265.HEVC.FLAC-SARTRE

Xenia, Ohio.

Xenia, Ohio.

A few years ago...

a tornado hit this place.

It killed the people, left and right.

Dogs died.

Cats died.

Houses were split open,

and you could see necklaces
hanging from branches of trees.

People's legs and neck bones
were sticking out.

Oliver found a leg on his roof.

A lot of people's fathers died
and were killed by the great tornado.

I saw a girl fly through the sky,
and I looked up her skirt.

Her skull was smashed.

And some kids died.

My neighbor was killed in half.

He used to ride dirt bikes
and three-wheelers.

They never found his head.

I always thought that was funny.

People died in Xenia.

Before Dad died,
he had a bad case of the diabetes.

Spit it out.

You have a lump in your titty.

What?

You have a big old lump.

Tummler sees everything.

Some say he's downright evil.

He's got what it takes to be a legend.

He's got a marvelous persona.

- You got this one?
- Yep.

Don't kill it, bitch. It's a house cat.

It's a lesbian cat.

You can tell.

Looks like my mom.

- Know what I'm doing tomorrow?
- What?

Going to an insane asylum.

An insane asylum?

Gonna get me a raving beauty.

Foot Foot, where you been?

You smell like a dookie, girl.

You talk to him in school?

I don't know. Some hall.

And he smiled. Tsk.

Don't be such a puss.

I try not to. I'm shy.

Foot Foot, you stinker bitch.
Where'd you find her?

Under the porch, sleeping for three hours.

How'd she get out there?

You left the window cracked.

- No.
- You did.

It was not me.
You know it's always Darby's fault.

- She's looking a little impregnated.
- No.

She is.

Let's flip her over
and look at her bottom privates.

Let me look at you, Foot Foot.

Is it red?

It's not any red, no.

- Is it swollen?
- No.

An impregnated cat is a bitch.
This cat's pregnant.

Yeah. Tsk.

- It's true.
- No, she's not a bitch.

She is too.
She's gotten herself in trouble like this.

- She still has nine nips.
- Nine nips?

Nine lives too.

If she is pregnant,
we'll have drown the kittens in the creek.

You see? Do it like this.

Get it over all the pink around it.

Do it on it real tight.

- That tight, it will get infected.
- Don't tell me.

This is the right way.

If you just do little pats,
it won't raise it.

The whole point is to make it fatter
and pop it out bigger.

- Tight.
- That's tight.

This gonna hurt?

It's not gonna hurt.
We're gonna do it quick.

- Ready?
- Pull it, Dot, pull it!

One, two, three.

They look bigger.

They look a little bigger.
I think they look wider.

The width looks fatter.

They look redder,
but I think they look much better.

A better nipple.

What do you wanna do?

Wanna keep looking?

Go up by Dean's place,
back by the dumpsters?

Nah.

Then let's go get our money.

Let's get some milkshakes.

Milkshakes?

Strawberry milkshake.

If they don't have strawberry,
I'll get pineapple.

Okay. Let's go get our money first.

Does your mom ever make you food?

She makes me toast.

Is that it?

She cooks me lamb chops.

- You ever eaten crepe suzette?
- No.

This banker had gravy on his vest,

gravy on his tie, gravy on his pants,

gravy all over him.

So he went to his grave
with gravy on his vest,

gravy on his tie, gravy on his pants,

gravy all over him.

That dirty old man.

These two kids I know,
these two brothers,

they murdered their parents.

They both claim to be raised
as Jehovah Witnesses.

They came to school in really nice shorts

and polished tennis sneakers,

and their shirts
were always collared with buttons,

and their hair was always slicked back,

their teeth were always brushed,

and their shirts and pants
were always ironed,

and their shoes never were scuffed up
or anything like that.

They seemed to have a wonderful life.

I don't know what went wrong.

Why don't you give me them shoes?

Because they're new,

and I don't give you new shoes,
you handyman.

Yeah, fuck that, man. That shit's...
I'm keeping this shit right here.

- Right.
- Yeah.

Pisshead.

- Fuck him up.
- Get off me, man.

Ah! I told you not to hit me in the face.

- What's up?
- Stop that.

Oh, damn!

Sick old fucker.

Right--

Let's go.

I'm gonna fuck you up.

Damn! Shit!

Hit a man while he's down.

Shit. All right, all right.

Oh, fucking--

Shit, man. Give me them shoes.

So, what's for dinner, man?
You cooking tonight?

I was about four years old
the first time,

and, um, I remember one time
he came home from work real late

and I had been sleeping on the couch,

and he came in and he woke me up
and he laid on top of me.

And he told me, he said,
"Take off your panties."

And I asked him why.

He said that he was only playing
and that he wasn't gonna hurt me

and, um, he was gonna make me feel good.

And I took off my panties,
and then, um, he got on top of me,

and he was rubbing and touching
and feeling and laughing.

And then, from then on,
he'd wake up in the morning

and he'd come in my bedroom

or bring me into his bedroom,
and he would kiss me and touch me and--

And make me play with him and--

And, you know, at first,
I was real scared.

I didn't know if it was right,
but he would tell me

that we were having fun
and what we were doing wasn't wrong,

because he was my dad.

- You guys didn't get very many this time.
- Yeah. It's a scarce count.

Let's see. Twelve, 12 and a half.

I'll give you 13.

It's getting crazy,
'cause things are starting to thin out.

You know you guys
got some competition out there?

- What? Who?
- Jarrod.

- Who?
- Jarrod Wiggley.

The kid that lives over by the school.
The one who takes care of his grandmother?

I know that kid.
He used to have a sister in my class,

but she moved.

Her name was June Wiggley.

- We used to call her June Bug.
- And I noticed something else.

The cats that's usually out
by the garbage cans,

they're not around anymore.

And the Chinese restaurant,
you know the one that buys all my stuff?

The guy that owns it
had a heart attack and died,

so I guess they're getting ready
to go out of business.

I'm pretty smart, if I say so myself.

Why is that?

This afternoon,
we walked into a fruit store,

and the clerk thought
I was some out-of-town hick.

"Those apples will be two bucks each,"
he tells me.

That's where I outsmarted him.
I hand over a five.

And as he's about to give me
a dollar change, I say,

"Keep it. We're even.
On the way in, I stepped on a grape."

- You want this by the cat or by the pound?
- Don't matter.

I'll give you a dollar a pound, then.

Hey, uh...

- Could you hook me up with some glue?
- What kind you want?

Not wood glue.

Not cement glue, either.

Do you have Butchers model glue, in tins?

Yeah, I can hook you up, man.

Who was it?
Who killed that little baby cat?

- Joseph.
- Was it?

Yeah.
It was ate up with maggots, though.

They had to kill it. They're just strays.

All these cats around here have 20 babies.

Little bitty old black cat.
He wasn't about this long.

We was trying to figure out
how to make it stay away.

Couldn't do it. He said,
"Give me a bottle of gasoline."

He opened its mouth up
and poured it full of gasoline.

Get that son of a bitch.
I ain't never seen that cat since.

Lit it. Poured gas down it.

Poured gas down it, man, and lit it.

I ain't never killed nothing.

Really, just to be killing it, you know
what I'm saying, besides that cat.

He lit a cat on fire for six hours.
Boom! Boom!

No, I seen somebody put one
in a microwave.

That motherfucker melted.

They got me for a damn BB gun.

You shouldn't have pulled it
on that girl.

I didn't pull it on that girl.
You're crazy!

You're crazy, man. You're crazy, man.
I didn't pull that BB gun out.

When I went to jail,
they put us in the old juvenile

because the jails were so full.

It was one little room

with a big old silver hard bed
on a brick wall.

There was 85 people
in the same cell with us.

Worst thing I hate about it
was them niggers down there.

I swear to God, boy... Mm.

They'd make me so mad,
I'd just wanna tear their head off.

I hate the motherfuckers.

I think-- I just don't like them. Just...

You got them all.
If you hit one, you get them all.

They have ten to every one of you.

- They ain't gonna fight fair.
- Unless you got good nigger buddies.

That's it.
If you got some good Black buddies--

I had some good nigger friends at Pearl.

Solomon.

Did your mom find a new house?

No.

I saw a house yesterday.

Near my house.

I-- I think it was this lady's.

- Yeah?
- I saw a sign, "For Sale."

It had a bullet hole in the mailbox.

- A hole?
- Big old hole.

I think my brother shot it there
when I was younger.

I think it was him.

He always used to say,

"Roy Orbison liked to shoot at things."

Roy always wore these dark sunglasses.

My brother always wore
the same kind of sunglasses.

He sang that song "Crying."
You know that song?

What?

That song "Crying."

My brother used to sing "Crying."

Where is he now?

My brother?

Yeah.

He's in a big city.

He took off in a bus.

Yeah?

He's a queer.

He's a queer now.

Your brother is?

Yeah. He dressed like ladies.

He wears skirts and lipsticks.

He wears stockings, eyeliner.

He even has boobs.

A girl?

Pretty much.

Was he pretty?

I don't know. I guess so.

I guess he was pretty.

Pretty enough to have a boyfriend.

Cops will fricking catch your ass.

Fuck the cops!

I know, man.
Cops can kiss my ass.

All they are is assholes.

I know, man.
What's the matter with them?

They mad 'cause we get more pussy
than they do?

Damn you, rabbit!
You smell like fucking piss!

You can kiss my ass!

I hate the goddamned rabbit.

Fucking rabbit!

Kill his ass!

I don't like rabbits
coming to my fucking house.

I kill them.

I got him.

- No, you didn't!
- Yes, I did!

He looks like a queer rabbit! All queer!

That fag! He can kiss my ass!

Rabbits are queers!

They always gotta shit on themselves!

All those little queer-ass rabbits.

Hey, look at these little fag bunny ears.

Fucking rabbit. I'm sick and tired of it.

- This shitty-ass rabbit stinks!
- I know.

He smells like pussy!

He smells like an asshole!

Hey, motherfucker!

Smells like wetback dick!

They smell like a pound of bullshit!

Is it dead?

I don't know,
but I'm gonna make sure.

- I wonder if he's dead.
- Got some big-ass nostrils.

Hate fucking rabbits.

I wonder if he's got any money.

Check his pockets.

Don't even got that much meat on him.

Got too much grease on my gun.

- That rabbit can kiss my ass.
- Come on, let's go, man.

Who gives a shit about rabbits?

- Ellen, how you doing?
- Hey.

- Hey.
- What's up with you?

You good?

Cool.

He got a haircut.

He looks pretty.

His thighs are getting stronger.

Eddie!

Eddie.

- Hi, Dot. Hi, Helen.
- Hi, Eddie.

My backhand really sucks.

- No, it doesn't.
- Yeah, it does.

I think your playing looks much better.

- I got second in the tournament last week.
- Really?

Yep. My serve got faster.

It increased by 8%.

I can hit a ball 65 miles an hour.

You got that way from practicing?

No. I got this thing called ADD.

It's an attention disorder.

- It affects the nervous system.
- Yeah?

Yeah.
It makes it hard to concentrate.

Makes it hard?

Makes it hard 'cause, like,
before I knew I had ADD,

I wouldn't really go for the ball.
I wouldn't run the extra mile.

Yeah, but it's hard to explain.

I take Ritalin,
this kind of prescription drug.

It's not like a drug that fucks you up.

If anything, it makes you normal.

- He likes to go out with skinny girls.
- How do you know?

- I just know.
- Who told you?

'Cause his last girlfriend
used to be anorexic.

- Was she bulimic?
- I don't know.

I'll bet she was.

I'll bet she was a bulimic puker
with white spots on her teeth.

I don't know. I just know
she used to run track after school.

This girl said, "There goes Eddie's girl."

And I thought,
"What for? That girl's so skinny."

- They broke up, right?
- Mm-hm. A while ago.

- Skin and bones.
- Mm-hm. She was so skinny

she had to wear rubber bands
around her socks

and a belt around her spandex
shorts to keep them up.

No, she didn't.

Kids in school used to laugh so hard.

Sure.

It's crazy, so crazy.

Guess I'm not skinny enough for him, then.

- You are.
- No.

At least if he goes out with you,
you'll know he got good taste.

We'll see.

We'll see it will happen,
is what we'll see.

I was born right here in Xenia, Ohio...

to a lesbian midwife
who cut all her hair like a butch.

And when I was little, she used to have--

My mom used to have stretch marks
that went around in circles.

Like this. One second.

But I used to roll marbles on her stomach,

my mom's stomach,

and when I would hit the navel,
she'd give me $5.

When I'd hit the navel, she'd give me $5.

When I would hit the side of her arm,
she would fucking hit me, man.

With a fucking--

A hairbrush, or she would beat me.

I had a lesbian midwife
who gave birth to my mother...

while I was born through my mother's womb.

My mother, when she was 30 years old,
she entered menopause.

She sprouted a fucking mustache.
She lost her sex drive.

Everything in the house started to change.

The way she would do
the dishes would change,

or the way she would clean the cabinets
out of the house would change.

Okay, so my sister, she gets a complex.

She starts thinking,
because my mother has fucking menopause

at such an earlier-- At such an early age,
that she's gonna lose all her sex drive

and then her mustache is gonna come out
like my mom's mustache.

I can't shoot ball
like Michael Jordan can,

but that's all right, though, you know?

I'm also gay.

- Don't be nervous.
- I ain't being nervous.

Now, there's something special about you.

Something special I want.

- Will you kiss me?
- No.

You're not gay.

You're not gay.

Come with me.

No. It's all right.

My mother rejected me,
my father rejected me.

There was no love in the household.
I was beaten, I was abused.

I had people stick shit up my rectum.

- Will you hug me? Just hug me.
- I'll give you a hug, man.

Just hug me.
Seriously, just calm down, just hug me.

Just give me some warmth.

Just hug...

Just hug me for a little bit,
because I'm so lonely.

I'm so... I've got no one.

There's no one left. I've got no one left.
I've got no one that loves me anymore.

I'll die here on this couch with you.

My father worked the late shift
as a bathroom attendant.

My father was mugged
on Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

For the rest of his days on earth,
my father never celebrated this holiday.

...G.I. Joe with my sister.

With your sister?

Wait till her husband finds out.

- Hey, Ferris Wheel.
- Oh, shit, don't do nothing about it.

You'll come up dead, laying in a ditch.

Yeah, you did, you liar.

No, I didn't. I never hit it.

Well, shoot,
you never know about that.

Whatever.

- You Jarrod Wiggley?
- Yeah.

- You know Huntz?
- Yeah.

He told me some stuff about you.

What did he say?

He said you've been killing cats.

For, like, the past three weeks.

When do you go out?
Do it during the day usually?

No. I do it mostly at night.

You shoot them?

No. I put glass in tuna fish.

But mostly, I sprinkle poison
around the dumpsters,

like in the corners, or around back
behind the church over there.

Huntz said you take care of your granny.

Yeah. She's sick.

How old is she?

She's, like, I don't know,
probably 90 or 91.

- Do you bathe her?
- Yeah.

I have to scrub her off with a big sponge.

Do you have to change her diaper?

Yeah. I hate that shit.

I hate all that shit.

- Does she speak to herself?
- No. She don't speak anymore.

She's catatonic.
She used to speak to herself.

She'd watch game shows and yell out
stuff to herself all the time.

- She used to throw darts, right?
- Yeah. She used to have a dartboard.

So now you just take care of your granny?

Yeah.

- You kill cats too?
- Yeah.

I'm sick of everything.

I-- I can't understand what the fuck
is wrong with people in this world.

They sit around. They don't know
what the fuck is going on.

They're selfish. They're stupid.

Fuck, they're ignorant.

They're-- They're fuckers.

I fucking hate myself.

...sick of fucking life.

They-- They sit there in their--

In their pretend little lives,

in their homes.

Hold on. Cassidey.

Hey, what's up, man?

- How you doing?
- Good. You?

Yeah, good.

- You guys ride your bikes over here?
- Yeah.

You bring me-- You brought my money?

- Yeah. Right here.
- Good.

Come on, let's go in the house. Come on.

Oh, man.

I gotta tell you,
she had a migraine headache earlier today

and she almost wanted to call
the whole thing off, okay?

But I gave her some aspirin.

Cool. Hey, thanks a lot.

To make sure.

I'm gonna go fuck her now.

- Wait. You wanna fuck her?
- Yeah.

- Are you gonna fuck her too?
- Yeah.

- All right, you gotta hold on.
- Okay.

Hey, Cassidey.
Hey, put on that bathrobe thing.

Hey, put... Put that on.

All right.

She's ready.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

- Okay, you gotta keep the light on.
- Okay.

You all right?

You good?

Hey, you ready?

Are you ready?

All right, come on.

Hi, Solly. Are you clean?

Did you use soap?

Let me smell your wrist.

Smells good.

- How does it smell like?
- Like fruit, like cherries.

My mom gives me cherry shampoo.

I like cherries.

I put cherries on my ice cream.

I like the name of cherry. Cherries.

You got hands like a girl.

No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

Can I read your fortune?

This big line says
you're gonna be a millionaire.

It says your...

It says your wife will die
in, um, hay fire.

But I don't have a wife.

You will, but it ain't gonna be me.

- Do you love me?
- Yes.

Do you think I'm attractive?

No. You look fine
the way you are, skinny.

When I sit down to eat, I get sexy!

When I go to bed, I get hungry!

I saw a man lying in the street,
and I said, "Can I help you?"

He said, "No.
I just found a parking space.

Now I sent my wife to go buy a car!"

It's just murderous what's going on
with people these days.

Just the other day,
right here in Xenia, Ohio,

a man walked up to me and said,
"I haven't eaten in three days."

I said, "Force yourself!"

Another man walked up to me and said,
"I haven't eaten in a week!"

I said, "Don't worry. It tastes the same!"

All right! We're rolling!

I love this crowd!

Ha-cha-cha-cha-cha.

Ha-cha-cha-cha-cha.

Ha, ha-cha, ha-cha-cha-cha.

Peoples gotta work for a living.

I believe in a blue-collar race.

I think suicide's the only way out.

Out of life.

I wanted to die.
I tried to die, but I didn't.

They say it's my depression,
but what the fuck, man?

I don't fucking know anymore.

Which way should I fucking turn, man?

Shut up!

- I hate that dog.
- I hate it too. It's mean and ugly.

It's got two sets of teeth, like a shark.

That's why Roy calls it Sharky.

Yeah. The other day I saw it
eating a turkey bone.

It looked like it was choking on the bone.

I wish it had. I wish it would choke
to death and shut up.

I was gonna go tell Miss Barry, but...

After the last time?

I didn't even wanna
get near her front door.

"You kids get out of my front yard,
or I'm calling the police!"

- You want sparkles?
- Hell, no.

You don't want sparkles?

- Hell, no.
- I want sparkles, Darb.

You can do my toes.

- Okay. When I'm done with hers.
- Don't rush her.

You're getting better, Darb.

And then this woman and this man,
they was married.

Was real good friends
until another woman came along.

Now they're lesbians.

Disgusting, two women banging
at each other, if you get my drift.

I think that's nasty.

Man, I'm getting chills.

I'm a party boy.

Not only that, you'll be
picking up women, you're a pickup man.

Yeah. I'm a pickup man.

That's the way I am.
Turn 15, I'm partying.

Without wood,
there'd be no America.

No ships to bring the pilgrims
across the ocean.

No log cabins, no schoolhouses,
no churches, no covered wagons,

no railroad ties,
no cigar-store Indians, no nothing.

Solomon, are you down there?

What are you doing lifting weights?

- I'm lifting.
- You'll stunt your growth.

You're gonna get peg-leg shoulders
and pinched neck nerves.

It's not good to lift
while you're growing.

I can see your shoulder popping out.

Look at the way
it raises and gets smaller,

raises and gets smaller.

You're gonna pop out a joint.
That's not healthy.

Look at it. It's gonna pop.

Your dad's old taps.

He used to be good.

He said he was blessed
with the gift of tap.

Took up tapping when he got his bald spot.

He wanted to get transplants,
but I thought that was a bit drastic.

Told him if he wanted to,
he should take up tap.

He put up the mirror.

He said if Marlene Dietrich
could see him dance,

she would fall in love.

What do you want with Marlene Dietrich?

She had her bottom ribs
surgically removed

so she'd have more of an hourglass figure.

Don't you know stars are flawed?

Will you smile?

Come on, I want a smile.

Tuck in that tummy.

One smile. Come on.

I'm gonna tickle you till you smile.

Flatten that tummy.

Hold your shoulders in.

Do you miss your dad? I do.

Come on, hold that tummy in.

Come on, can you smile for me, please?

Okay, you son of a bitch,

if you don't smile,
I'm gonna kill you, okay?

I've killed before, and I will kill again.

I will pick up your brains
all over the floor.

You came out of my womb,
and I'll stick you right back in my womb.

If you don't smile, I'm going to kill you.

Yeah. Party.

Yeah. Break dance.

I have a good personality.

I have blond hair, blue eyes.

I'm 135 pounds,

and I'm 4 foot 10-and-a-half.

I have very light skin.

I am considered
what you would call an albino.

I like men that are very sensitive,

that will sit down
and watch a good movie with me,

won't hit on me,

will love me for me.

I like men that either have
blond hair and blue eyes

or black or brown hair...

Actually, the eyes,
it really doesn't matter.

My favorite movie stars are
Pamela Anderson and Patrick Swayze.

Patrick Swayze is sexy.

He's good-looking.

I love that man to death.

I would pay money... to touch him.

When I was born,

I was born without any toes
on my feet at all.

I would pick up things with the balls
of my feet instead of my toes.

I had trouble walking on my feet.

Clifford Dumkin
is the fat cocaine addict

who lives down by my house.

He's into wife-swapping and sex parties.

He gives girls cocaine,

and he fucks them in front
of different kids in the neighborhood.

Every time I see him,

he's got cocaine all over his mustache.

- Watch her eyes.
- I want a mustache, damn it.

- Get her underbelly.
- Her underbooty.

- Get her nipples.
- I want a mustache...

It's okay, Foot Foot.

I want to look like Burt Reynolds.

Aw.

I want a mustache, damn it.

Oh, baby. Oh, baby, it's okay.

- Try to calm down.
- I want a mustache, damn it.

You're okay.

Get down, get down.

No, get down now.

Get-- Get down. Get down.

No, get down now.

Come on, get down.
Get down, get down.

Do you still miss her?

Yeah. There's not a day goes by
that I don't miss her.

Sure seems that way sometimes.

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

Do you think she looked a little like me?

Yeah, she looked a little bit like you.

She's in heaven now.

Yeah, she's in heaven now.

What was she like?

Oh, she was brown-haired.

She drank, you know, a little bit,

but she was a good person.

She was real nice. She was.

When I was a kid, I remember growing up,

there was this man that raised me.

His wife walked around
in her underclothes,

and, uh, he'd always tell us,
all us boys that worked for him,

you know, when you'd come in,

she'd be walking around
getting ready for work...

We'd always bug her.

He always warned us, you know,

"Don't, don't.
You can look, but don't touch."

It was hard to do,

when there was something
tempting in front of you,

as pretty as this woman was
and good-looking as she was,

you know, and everything.

But you gotta respect
somebody else's wife, in other words.

His dad never gave a crap.

Not even at the end of his game.

It was scary to see him
despondent like that.

His dad didn't care for Mom much either.

Or the little doggy.

He started going to church.

And he started listening to the gospels.

It was expected
when he robbed the neighbors.

He took their wine,

and he took some rings and fine jewelry.

I think he got a fur coat as well.

When he had a kid,

he didn't think to watch his ways.

He thought the same as his daddy.

Come on, put it back up. Put it up.

- Let's go.
- Come on, man.

Go, go, goddamn it.

- Fucking get it.
- Put it up.

- Let's go.
- Tell me when you're ready.

Get that motherfucker.

On your marks, set, go.

- Get him, goddamn it, go.
- Come on, Tummy!

Fuck him up, Tummy!

Get it, boy. Get it, goddamn.

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid.

- Got beat, didn't you?
- Hell, yeah.

Shit.

Don't you know it's a sin
to get beat by your son?

- Who's next?
- Who's next?

How about the girls?

You two wrestle, all right?
Have an arm wrestle.

Come on, get it going.

Get it on.

Let's see what we got. You sit there.

All right, let's see it.

Do they even know
how to arm wrestle?

Okay, are you guys ready? You guys ready?

- On your mark...
- No holding the table.

No holding the table.

- On your mark...
- Hand up in the air.

Get steady.

- Are you ready?
- No, not really.

Okay. Let me know when you're ready.
You ready?

- Ready.
- You ready?

Go!

- Come on, come on, come on.
- Come on!

Go, goddamn it! Go, goddamn it!

- There you go.
- Okay.

Oh, God!

Get beat like that, that's awful.

- It's all right. It's all right.
- I take pride,

- and she did her best.
- I tried.

- She tried.
- You gave it your all.

Any more fucking beer?

- That's it.
- Fuck.

Man, fuck all this bullshit.

I can piss in this bottle,
fill it back up.

- Fuck that.
- Have to go for a beer run.

- Who's next?
- Who's next?

- The big man and little man.
- Hell, yeah.

Let's get it, goddamn it. Come on.

- That's what I want to see.
- Let's go, buddy.

Show him what you got, man.
Fuck him up, come on.

- Ready?
- Ready.

- Go.
- Go.

Come on, get it. Get it!

- Go! Go!
- Come on!

You got it! Come on! Get him!

Fuck this shit.

Damn!

Fuck this shit, man.

Did the little man get you, buddy?

- Motherfucker.
- You should be ashamed.

Fuck all y'all motherfuckers.

Loser.

You can lose with pride,
though, man. Shit.

Yeah.

Little fuck can break
our assholes all day, man.

Not true, motherfucker.

Get him!

Get him, get him! Get it now!

Don't let him get on you, man!
Get him out! Come on!

Come on, man, get him down!

Fuck him up. Come on.

Get him.

Come on, don't let him
fuck with you like that.

He ain't got no damn business
fucking with you like that.

- Goddamn.
- Kill him!

- Break him down.
- Yeah! Get him.

Get him down
and beat the fucking hell out of him.

- Come on.
- Stomp his head.

- Stomp his ass.
- Bash his head one more time.

- Fuck him up.
- Get him.

Yeah!

Yeah.

Yeah!

There you go.

Goddamn. Dig his fucking grave, man.

Come on!

Hell, yeah.

Teach that motherfucker.

There you go. There you go.

- Hit him in the head.
- Smash his brains.

Finished him.

There you go. Set him up there.

- Ain't no ambulance.
- Oh, well.

Shit.

Spit on him.

Life's a bitch, and then you die, so...

There you go.

It's a cat trap.

I want it high.

The doctor said they're gonna have to
take off one of my boobies.

And I know what happens when they do that.

Boys will stop looking at me.

And once,

when I finally meet a guy that likes me,
and he sees my scar,

he'll just stop talking to me
for no reason.

Boys are like that.

Dear world, I have confusion around me
in every direction from my brain.

I've tried and tried
to make it here in this fucking world,

but I think it was a mistake
that I was ever born.

I do not feel guilty
about taking my own life.

I've tried your ways.

I've had a job since I was 13 years old.

Making a living
was never a real problem for me.

The problem was
all I see is misery and darkness.

Die, die, die.

I'll put a gun
to my fucking head right now.

I'm so pissed I could kill you,
but I'm not going to.

Okay.

Life is beautiful.
Really, it is.

Full of beauty and illusions.

Life is great. Without it, you'd be dead.

I think the reason why
she didn't struggle much is I said,

"You're a black witch.
We're giving you the greatest honor,

to sit at the right hand
of Arioch in hell."

Jarrod ain't here.

Go like that.
Beautiful. That's good.

That's good.

Go like that.

Solomon.

Solomon.

He's got a gay one.

Come on.

Is she dead?

She's alive on that machine.

She stinks.

Her life is over.

She smells like baked ham.

Bet she could live like this forever.

Do you think she'll ever wake up?

Hell, no.

She's dead as hell.

Go over and shoot her in the foot.

Why?

Try and wake her up.
Shoot her in the foot.

I told you she's dead.

Could live forever
on one of these gadgets.

She'll be dead now.

She's always been dead.

She's been gone a long time.

She sure stinks.

French fries, sitting on a bench

May I, want I, 15 cents

You miss, you miss, you miss like this

This is my baby, and I breastfeed it.

Um, I'm its mother.

I...

I love my babies.

Yeah.

I love my babies.

I love to handle babies,
because I love my babies.

And I kiss them on their head,
on their bald head.

And I rub its head.

I love it. And I hug it,
then I kiss it, then I rub it.

Yeah. I rub its head.

Sometimes, though, I do something.
I do it.

My mom tells me, "Do something,"
then I do it.

And I do it good.

I clean the house. I sweep the floor.

"Get in there and mop that floor up."

I get in here and mop the floor up.

Whether it's water
or whether it's not water, I clean it up.

And then when I cleaned it up,

I had it all straightened up,
even my dolls and all, straightened up.

Now, I always keep my toys
because I take care of them.

And I always do,
and I always do take care of them.

And then, when I went to a store,

I came back, and I got in a hurry
to get out to the car,

and I broke a spaghetti sauce.

And when I did, I got in trouble for it.

And then I did-- Yes, I didn't break it,
but this always happens.

And then I turned around and looked
and I said,

"Girl, you going to pray."

And then I said, "No, you gotta pray."

And she said, "Pray about what?"
And I said, "You going to have to pray."

You do have to pray.
White or Black or whatever.

Some people came by here.

Said, "We're going to have
a lot of people here today."

So we had to get up this morning,
and we did.

Here it goes.

Ooh.

Ooh, boy.
I'm getting that stuff in my hair.

Well, well, well. Here I go.

Okay, in my hair.

Miss?

Miss, we've lost our cat,
and its name is Foot Foot.

It's black, and it's got green eyes.

- What, now?
- We lost our cat.

What do you want me to do?

If you see it, could you call us?
We live over here.

- All right.
- Short black hair, kind of big.

I don't live here in this town.

- Well, if you see her.
- But if... I will. I sure will.

I haven't seen one, but I'll...

- Please keep an eye out.
- I will. I will, honey.

It's bad to lose one, I know.
Mine went off one time, but it come back.

- I hope so.
- Now I don't have one.

- It died, you know.
- Oh, sorry.

Solid black with green eyes.

- Foot Foot?
- Yeah. Foot Foot.

Where'd y'all lose him at?

If I see one, I'll come back and tell you.

The number's on the flyer.
You can just call our number.

- Yeah. All right.
- Ask for Helen, Dot or Darby.

All right.

Those people are deaf.

I'll bet she's cussing him out.

You want mayonnaise, Darb?

- You don't?
- No.

- Is this your cat?
- Yeah!

Freddie Prinze was my brother.
Do you know of him?

No.

He was on a television series
called Chico and the Man.

Did you ever hear of that?

He was an actor.

What do you do?

I'm a gossip writer for a newspaper.

- You write gossip?
- You know gossip?

- No.
- No.

It's like... Tupac Shakur stuttered.

Warren Oates swallowed
his chewing-tobacco spittle.

Placido Domingo loves sherbet ice cream.

Adolf Hitler had one testicle.

P.T. Barnum had an ulcer
the size of a small oyster.

Henry Winkler is allergic to papaya.

Satchel Paige shot heroin down in Cuba.

Dr. Robert Oppenheimer
drank denatured alcohol.

That's gossip.

That's what you get paid for doing?

I get paid for writing rumor.

How much further is it
to where you saw Foot Foot?

It's right nearby here.
It's right around here.

Where?

Well, I'm not sure exactly,
but is there a map?

There's a map in the glove box
or here somewhere.

Maybe it's under the seat down there.

- Let me see if I can reach it.
- I don't see no map around.

Maybe I can reach it down there...

What are you doing?

Why'd you try and touch her coochie?

- I didn't do anything.
- Pervert!

I was just trying...

- Get away!
- You tried to grab her coochie!

- Now, come on.
- Get out of here!

- Don't touch her coochie!
- Come on. Just give me a little.

Let go of her!

- Get off!
- Fucking pervert!

- Come on!
- You girls aren't brand-new.

Just give me some. That's all.

- Let go of her, motherfucker!
- You're ho's anyway.

It's no big deal.
It's nothing new for trash like you.

- Pervert!
- Kiss my ass, fucker!

Motherfucker!
Don't touch my sister, motherfucker!

- Nothing new for trash like you.
- Fuck you! Asshole!

Baby.

Fucking asshole!

Idiot!

I knew a guy who was dyslexic,

but he was also cross-eyed,

so everything came out right.

Spaghetti.

Hand me the shampoo.

That's the conditioner.
Hand me the other bottle.

- Hi.
- Hi, my name is Terry.

- This is my brother Phelipo.
- Hi, ma'am.

Would you be interested
in purchasing a Crunch bar?

- How much?
- A dollar.

Okay.

The money goes for children with cancer.

Also, it's for Hodgkin's disease.

- Thanks.
- Okay.

Have a nice day.

Some dessert?

Man, we be making all this money.

Yeah. All the ho's like this.

Yeah. Buy the teachers too,

so I wouldn't have to go to school
no more.

Tease people too.

Yeah. Make them my friend,
then I tease them with the money.

They'll be my friends more often also.

Yeah. We can have all this.
We can be rich.

We'll be going around
teasing women and stuff.

Yeah. Selling candy, getting money.

Just selling candy, getting money,
and making the greenbacks.

Dial that down. It's bedtime.