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Well, you know, Carrie, I can't be divulging secrets like that.

It's the people.

What? The people.

That's the secret, right? The people who make the food with their love and care.

The hardworking Americans.

Yeah, the people.

Sweetmeats.

Give yourself a meal if you can't be.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner, or a late night treat. Come on down to Sweetmeats.

Sweetmeats. Sweetmeats.

What a treat.

Come on down to one of our three new locations.

This is all I want to do.

Catching you.

A woman most exciting and new. Catching you.

When I first saw you in front of me. Catching you.

Gonna catch me in love, that's true.

I don't find a sweat in the bed. That's what you do. I got feelings on my

desperation. You're sure you won't cry tonight.

Honey, sorry, I know you're working, but there is a special little someone who

wants to see you and cannot stop asking for you.

I'm sorry to pull you away.

She just won't listen to me.

You're the boss now.

Hey there.

Daddy!

Your mommy tells me that you...

Won't go to bed.

Even after a late night snack?

Hmm.

Well, then what is it going to take to get you to go to bed?

This? You want to read this again?

Yeah. The story about your great -grandpappy? Yeah.

All right.

But you promise to go to bed after? Yeah.

Sweet Meets The Legend of Bob Sweet.

The legend of Bob Sweet begins in a small town restaurant.

And like all small towns, there were small -minded people.

Bobby Sweet, you got the sweetest meat.

Bobby Sweet, with a song in your heart and a meat.

That's so sweet, they call him Bobby Sweet.

But this small town had one very big dreamer.

with Big Ideas, who is destined for big, big things.

Bobby, you

plunge

that giant dump out yet?

I told you before, Bobby.

You don't have to call me Mr. Grook.

We're practically family.

Call me Nick.

Just don't call me late for dinner.

Yeah, sorry about that, Mr.

Nick. Mr.

Nick!

Give me the masher.

If this doesn't work...

I don't know what will.

Like a Satanist.

Not in my town.

Not in my restaurant.

Bobby, come here.

You do real good work around here.

Oh, well, thank you, Mr. Groot. You had the toilet, and that was nothing.

Not just that. I mean everything. Everything you do around here.

I have an eye for managerial talent.

A manager?

You think?

I know.

Wow. I mean, thank you, Mr. Groop. That means a lot.

Nick. Call me Nick.

All right. Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry.

You know, I think of you as a son I never had.

But you have a son, sir.

Jerry?

Yeah.

Like I said.

The son I never had.

Let's talk real for a minute, am I?

Welcome to Nick. What do you want?

Oh, what do I want?

I don't know.

Hmm.

What's your name?

Lady. Lady, I think I'm going to have one.

What? My name?

It's Laddie, not Lady.

But Laddie is Scottish for boy.

Why would your parents name you Laddie?

Here's the story.

My dad is Nick, of Nick's Restaurant, the fine eating establishment you're in,

where we have way too many things on the menu and don't do any of them that

well.

My dad's not good at choosing things.

Like names, for instance.

He wanted a boy, so before I was born, he picked out the name Laddie.

But you're a girl.

Have been my whole life.

With a boy's name.

Yep.

So, when you were born, and then he realized you were a girl,

why didn't he change your name?

Because my dad wanted a boy.

The name Laddie serves as a constant reminder to both my dad and to me that I

will never be what he truly wanted.

See that dipshit over there?

That's his other child, Jerry.

My younger, very low -level IQ'd brother.

Finally, a boy.

But he's a fucking moron. So disappointment's all around for the

household.

I'll just take a soda to go.

bunch for coming to Nick's I hope you enjoy the soda

Bobby

what I'm telling you is one day this this could all be yours

well I'm a platter service

Wouldn't you want to keep the restaurant and the family and maybe give it to

someone like Jerry?

Bobby, we both know Jerry's a good boy, but he's two ham sandwiches shy of a

picnic, if you catch my drift.

Well, maybe you could give it to Laddie. I mean, she's pretty, she's smart,

business savvy, a bit intense and kind of rude.

Angry a lot of the times, and kind of all around terrifying to be near.

A woman running a restaurant.

Oh, Bobby, you are a funny guy.

No, no, no.

You're my man.

I already got the papers drawn up.

Look here.

Just needs your signature.

I already signed mine.

It's good to go, boy.

So am I.

Who knows? Soon, I'll be heading down to Florida.

Got my backpack and everything.

Who knows?

Maybe one day I just won't show up to work.

I'll be sitting in the Florida sun, tanning my nuts off until there's red as

Christmas tree ornaments.

Well,

I appreciate the offer.

As you know, I would like to become a country music star.

Bobby. You're almost 40 fucking years old. Ain't no one your age becoming a

star. Best bet you have is becoming king shit of Turd Mountain. These parts,

this small town, taking over this restaurant here.

I hate to be the one to burst your bubble boy and bust your balls, but it's

truth. You can take that to the bank.

You already tried that, son. No matter how good you are in your home, in your

bedroom. when you're playing with yourself, you got the stage bright.

All right, all right. One more time for Ronnie Shondell and the Shondells,

everybody. That was a great one. Good picking, boys.

Now let's bring up to the stage your next performer.

Boobie Sweats, everybody.

One more time for Boobie. Give it up for him now.

Make a lot of noise for Boobie.

It's Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bobbie Sweet.

Hey, boobie, boobie, boobah, boobie sweats, play me a song, boobie.

Okay, that's all right. Hey, you can take care of yourself. We'll be getting

better, and we'll just go on to the next. Yeah, tell about that, y 'all.

Remember what my offer is.

Hi, Papa.

Hey, Jer.

Bobby, I ain't lying when I say, like, your music is the best music I ever

heard.

It's true. It's, like, so good.

It's so good.

Man, don't let anybody tell you different.

You can do whatever you want her to do.

And you can take that to the bank.

I don't want to go to no dang bank!

Hold there. I'm just saying I like your music.

You don't have to go, like, you don't have to go to the bank.

Just saying, like, if I had to rank your music and put your song up next to, you

know, that jingle, that vacuum, that vacuum jingle.

Yeah. Yeah. We get our, we. We might. Yeah, we might suck, but we suck real

good. Come on down to Duckwoods. Duckwoods Department down on Main

Yeah, I know that. Jerry, don't put your arm there. That's how you cut it last

week. That's right.

Yeah, it's like, we suck real good.

That slogan?

Yeah.

I love that song.

And your song, too.

You want to rank them? You got that song, and then you got all your songs

it.

Thanks. Yeah, you're welcome.

You're welcome.

You're welcome.

You can do whatever you want to do, okay? Don't let anybody stop you from

your dreams.

Okay. You and me are different.

What do you mean?

I mean, it's like what my daddy's always saying.

Pretty much every day.

What he's always telling me every day.

Like, okay, every morning, he'll pull me out of bed and be like, Jerry, you got

limited capabilities.

Jerry. I mean, that's fine. I do.

Yeah, I'm good with that.

I know I only got limited capabilities. I only do so much.

It takes the pressure off, so it's kind of nice.

But you, you're different.

Because you've got talent. You've got this star power and stuff.

I don't know what it is.

Whenever I'm just playing with myself or I'm playing with you, everything's

great. Yeah, I love playing with each other. Yeah, I mean, it's good.

Or it's like, it's okay.

I'll break it down a little bit. No, don't put yourself down. I mean, you're

best when you're playing with yourself.

Well, I mean, it's good to play with someone else every now and then. I know,

know. I love it. But, of course, you're the one that's better at it than me. I

mean, look, you've got a firm hand on what you're doing.

I know.

But it's limited.

It's only when I go out and I try to perform in front of people, like at the

Darkness Lounge. I can't get two words out.

without stuttering and just getting the flop sweats and I turn into the boobie

sweats.

It's not funny.

Sorry.

You know, everyone's always telling me that I should be giving up my foolish

dream of becoming a country music star.

Maybe they're right. Maybe I should listen.

What?

No. Do you not just listen to me right now?

You're different than me. You gotta...

Do you think if someone told Charles Manson, hey man, don't you go be putting

bunch of hippies together?

A bunch of bloodthirsty orgies having little stinky hippies? Just run around

doing hippie stuff and orgies and stinking?

He would have listened to them? No.

That is not a good comparison.

Do you think if someone told Lee Harvey Oswald, hey man, don't you go try to...

He'd try to kill the president. Yeah. Don't you go try to kill the president.

He killed him.

He just didn't try. He did it. Yeah, but he didn't listen.

You think you're going to be like, oh, no, I'm not going to try to do that?

Nope.

Do you think if someone told Hitler, hey, man, you can't go invade Poland.

He would have been all like.

what you got to do.

And you know what?

I'm going to be by your side.

I got your back.

Bobby, what's better?

Getting your back or being by your side?

I genuinely think probably either one is just as good as the other.

All right then.

I got your back and your side. Both sides.

Yeah. Your front even if you want.

I'm going to jump on top of you.

Whatever it is, wherever you are, I'll be.

Old Jerry will be right there.

Right there.

Thanks, Jerry. Yeah, you're welcome.

Hey.

You can go all back and do that thing and do whatever.

No one's looking.

They're all gone.

Oh, you mean that thing back by the dumpster? Yeah, right there by the

Yeah, I think I know you two.

Really? Yeah.

I would love it. Let's go.

Yeah. Been a while.

I don't call my mama to talk on the phone.

I don't call my lady when I am alone.

I don't call my daddy when times are getting tough.

I don't call it quits when I've had enough.

I call you compadre until the bitter end.

You're more like a brother, but I call you friend.

Call me crazy and I'll call you chump. But I'll drink the whiskey while you

drink the rum.

There's nothing more truer than amigos pact.

You'll stand by my side while I'll have your back.

I'll call you my buddy. No need to pretend you're more like a brother. But

I'll call you free.

Until the bitter end.

Until the bitter end.

Until it will be better.

When it ends.

Oh, Jerry!

Good job.

Magic fingers.

You're a wizard.

Magic fingers, huh? I'm just touching it.

That's good. That's real talent. You got there. You're tickling them out. Yeah.

That's the only thing I'm thinking about.

The only thing that's crazy to me is that we're like best friends.

Best friends till the end. Till the bitter end. Till the bitter end.

Do we get high now? Yeah.

First, before we open for the morning, we need to keep pushing the meatloaf.

It will be celebrating a birthday after today, and it was not that good to begin

with. It won't be any better with an added week.

Secondly, Jerry, you've got to stop feeding the homeless behind the

If you keep feeding them...

They'll keep coming back and hanging around.

Do you understand?

Yeah. Yeah.

They say, the homeless that is, that we need more seasoning.

They told me to tell the chef that the food has been lacking

flavor.

What should I tell him?

May I speak?

Sure. I believe in women's lib. As long as they ain't getting any women's lip.

Great.

We shouldn't be focusing on a thousand different menu items.

We should make the menu smaller and make that really good.

You don't have to raise your hand, Jerry.

If we made the menu smaller, wouldn't that be harder to read?

Think about it.

We got a lot of older clientele.

With bigger print, maybe it'd be a smarter idea.

Or like a big one.

Why are you this way?

What do you suggest, laddie?

Burgers and fries!

Burgers and fries!

Burgers and fries! God dang it, laddie! Yeah!

Yeah!

Anyone can go anywhere for a burger and fries.

When you come here, you want to taste Nick.

Oh.

What's that?

Nick in your mouth.

That's what makes us special.

That's what makes us different.

That's what makes us dead and have no customers.

Huh? What'd you say? Huh? I couldn't hear you.

I don't want to ever hear anything about this burger business anymore. You hear

that?

Sip a scalding hot coffee and burp my mouth.

You know what they say?

When the coffee hits my stomach, I gotta shit.

You finish the morning meeting, Bobby.

I'll be in my number two office.

Oh, one more thing. If anyone sees who's been putting up these satanic, un

-American, blood -sucking devil music posters, You have my permission to kill

them.

All right, well, you guys heard your dad.

Don't let your meat loaf.

Well, I guess that was it. End of the meeting.

Oh, question.

Can I, do you want me to get the masher?

Good pep talk, Bobby. That was really good.

You're the best.

What?

What do you want?

What?

Oh, I was doing inventory, and I was looking to

see if we got these, and yeah, we got these. These are the things we got, so I

can mark that down as a thing we have.

I like burgers and fries.

Burgers and fries in my mouth.

To eat.

Burgers and fries and mouth eating.

Your mouth eats food?

Yeah.

No shit. If you like what I'm saying, maybe chime in with some support in the

moment instead of dimwittedly stuttering about mouth eating minutes later.

Show up for me in the moment. Got it?

Yes, ma 'am.

Yes, I got it.

I will show up.

I will show up.

I'll be there.

I want pizza.

You know that feeling when you want pizza and you just want to eat bad, you

know?

Yeah? Like, ooh, I shouldn't, but I'm going to.

I'm going to right now.

Like, ooh, it shouldn't go in my mouth, but I want it, and I need

it.

It's like, ooh, I want a little small bite. Not the whole thing.

Just a little nibby nib, you know?

Like, oh, I know I'm being bad, but it

tastes so good.

Like, oh, it's delicious.

But, you know, I know I can't have it. I know I want it, but it's there. It's

there for me, for the taking, you know? Okay.

Oh, cool.

Shirley, Shirley.

planning. You take care of it.

Well, she specifically asked for you.

Sorry.

Shirley.

How can I help you today?

I didn't like it.

I understand.

I never do.

Then why do you come and eat here every Tuesday, Shirley?

Because I can walk here.

But you don't like the food.

Never.

Never do.

That's why I want my money back.

But you ate it.

I had to make sure I really didn't like it.

You ate.

All of it.

That's how I know. I didn't like it.

Hi.

I'll go get your meal. You do that.

Mmm. Like, should I have an extra piece? Like, how bad is

too bad?

What is all of this?

Extra pepperoni?

Extra sausage?

Will it all fit into my tiny little man mouth?

What if it just drips down my chin, huh? And I just can't seem to get it all

inside my belly, huh?

I don't want to make a mess, you know? I don't want to be a messy boy, you know?

Well, that sure took long enough.

20 cents.

Forty cents.

Two pennies.

One dollar.

Two dollars.

Three dollars. It's all there, Shirley.

I counted.

Three dollars.

Now I've lost count.

Twenty cents.

Forty cents.

Five cents.

I got you all meatloaf today.

Should have a little bit more flavor than spaghetti meatballs yesterday,

I'm so sorry about.

It's very bland.

Needs more hot sauce.

Should I get some friends over and we can just get pizza for everybody?

Like, how bad can we get?

Like, should I have some accomplices for this crime I'm about to commit?

This crime of food passion?

Right. I guess what I'm saying is, I'm going to be bad.

I'm going to be really, really bad.

I'm going to have a large...

Double cheese pizza.

With all the meats. And when I say all the meats, I mean it.

We do not have pizza here. I'm sorry, come again?

We don't serve pizza here.

Oh, I've ordered pizza here.

I'm sorry, I don't believe you have, sir.

Are you telling me I'm wrong? No, no, no. I'm not saying you're wrong. I'm

saying maybe you are mistaken.

Yes, no. I have definitely ordered pizza here before.

Okay.

Yes. Well, I do not have any pizza to give you.

Listen, everybody loves pizza.

Everybody loves it. Are you saying you don't? Yeah, I like pizza. Great, then I

will have that. Please and thank you.

I don't have any pizza to give you.

We are not a pizza plate. Then what are you?

We're Nick's restaurant.

Somebody get me a manager.

Okay, I'll be right back.

I hear you have pizza now.

and you'll be on your way to living your dreams as a country music

superstar.

It is that simple.

Time to shit or get off the pot, metaphorically.

Unless you are literally reading this how to write country music booklet.

I've got dreams.

And dreams of seeing my name in life. And I've got schemes.

But schemes are running away tonight.

But I don't know if I've got

what it takes to take flight.

I've got dreams.

I've got dreams.

I've got fleas.

Fleas all over and taking their bites.

Help me.

Please give me a better life

if it don't get much better than this.

I'll curl up and die.

I got, please.

I got E .D.

Yeah, it's Bobby.

Bobby?

Yeah, I'll be there.

He's awfully heavy.

What's in it?

What I got in here is going to save this dump. Get it to the basement.

Songs or something, right?

Yeah.

I want to write and perform.

Double thread.

Country music.

I got plans, too.

Mine are to turn this restaurant into a cash cow. Take that to the bank.

I never thought of it before, but this basement, this would be a great spot to

practice in or even do some shows.

Yeah, minus the smell of rotted food.

Help me open this.

I've been taking money from the register and putting it aside for this.

This right here.

And here it finally is.

You've been stealing from the restaurant?

Taken.

It's my family's restaurant, so it's not stealing. It's more like borrowing. And

once you see what I have inside, don't worry. We'll be swimming in money.

what is it can't you tell this is an industrial meat

grinder for grinding meat yeah

meat grinder duh it minces it so well it makes meat

tender and tastes better you can buy cheap ass meat at a hell of a cost

grind it through this baby make a delicious burger

and sell it dirt cheap and still turn a big -ass profit.

Shit! You can drop a whole ass cow in this sucker!

We should put these ponchos on.

I have no idea what this thing is capable of or what the blowback is going

like.

It's an organ grinder.

An organ grinder that grinds organs.

Oh, this doesn't seem like something that your dad was going to be too keen

about. Do you think he's going to be mad?

Mad?

Who's mad?

I'm mad. I'm mad that my good ideas keep getting shot down.

I thought you said you agreed with me, Bobby.

I thought you said this was a good idea.

You said that burgers and fries are what we should be selling. Do you remember

that?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I still think it's a good idea. It's just...

Look at it.

It's beautiful.

What's going on?

It's me, Mr. Rick.

Bobby? Yeah, it's me, Bobby Sweet.

What in God's name are you doing here so late? In the basement?

Who's that with you?

You got a girl down here?

Daddy.

Laddie.

I am taking no for an answer anymore.

I've been making moves of my own.

What do you mean?

What's that over there?

This here is the future.

No, I have told you. And I've told you, old man.

You're going to run your own restaurant right out of business if we don't start

shaking things up. Listen, girly. No way, no way. How about we just hold on

a minute?

I'm done playing third fiddle. I deserve to be heard.

That's right, you're done.

You're fired. You hear that?

Mr. Crook.

Fired? I quit.

No, no, no, no. We're not going to say anything that we would later regret,

okay? Quit?

Fine. Leave.

I wish she was never here.

We are going to take a couple of steps back.

I told you it was a hell of a grinder.

You've heard of Ground Check?

Here's Ground Nick.

We should call the cops and call an ambulance.

An ambulance?

What is an ambulance going to do to help him?

It

was an

accident.

It was nobody's fault.

It wasn't your fault.

You just happened to be the one who pushed him into the meat grinder.

Accidentally.

It was an accident.

Of course it was.

And if we call the cops, that's what I'll tell them.

Officer, Bobby got between me and my dad when we were having a little family

spat, a little argument.

Well, next thing you know...

Bobby pushes my dad and he falls backwards into the giant, man -sized

grinder.

Happens every day.

We could do that.

We could call the cops.

Or... Or... We

could say that my dad went to Florida.

Retired. Like he's been telling everyone.

And left the restaurant to you.

As a wedding present.

Wedding present?

All he ever wanted was to make sure that his little girl was taken care of.

You sign that?

And the restaurant is ours.

Ours.

Daddy always wanted you to have it. And now that he's gone, oh, retired,

you get the restaurant and me.

Win -win.

I don't know nothing about running no restaurants.

All I want to do is, I want to write and perform.

I got the music in me.

I know plenty.

I can run this place better than it's been run before.

You can be the face of the business.

And write music in the basement.

Whenever you're ready to leave the basement.

Off to fame and fortune, performing to sold -out crowds.

You're free to go.

How does that sound?

Good.

Great.

Now, if you're going to be the face of the restaurant, we're going to have to

actually do something with your face and whole... What's wrong

with my face?

You look like a fucking POW who just escaped from Vietnam.

You have grandpa face.

I bet we could save 20 years off.

Literally.

Ooh. Ooh.

Yeah!

They tell their lies!

They don't survive!

They tell their li -

your thin and ass hair.

I like my hair. But if you wear this all the time, it'll fill out your costume.

Ooh, perms are in now.

You're... You're... Why, yes, I am.

Ponce de la Surge.

Huh.

I'm an idiot. Yeah? The Newtown Gazette food critic, Ponce de la Surge, just

walked into our restaurant and wants to try our specialty burger.

for a review of the restaurant.

Oh, my, my, my.

You will read my review in the paper tomorrow.

Good day.

I got the newspaper knucklehead.

Okay.

While the decor lacks a certain panache, skip, blah, blah, blah, blah, here we

go. It's kind of a sweet flavor, something this reviewer's lips have had

bestowed upon them before.

But, in layman's terms, and in all caps, I loved it!

Everyone should walk, nay, I say run, to get a burger and try this exquisitely

sweet meat!

I know what I'm gonna do.

I've done this.

I've done this.

I'll go get another paper.

Too much excitement for you, I guess.

This is great.

You cooked that burger, I think.

I'll get a mop.

We're gonna be famous.

what we served that food critic was human we served

him man meat exactly so what you're saying is

we need to find more people to grind up

You been hearing that?

Mm -hmm.

I think you're ready for the next step.

Audience.

You need an audience.

Think about it.

You could be the face and the voice of the restaurant.

Bobby Sweet.

cartoon shit. Hand me the pig.

And you can play in the basement

and I can bring you an audience.

Win -win.

You can record records.

Sell them right here in the restaurant.

Write a jingle. Become famous.

Colonel Sanders, meet Kenny Rogers.

Ronald McDonald, meet Michael McDonald.

The king.

Meat.

The Burger King.

You can have it your way.

That could be you.

It's two birds with one stone.

I'll bring the audience down to you in the basement.

And then we can use some of them for the meat.

What are people going to say when those from town go missing?

Well, first, I'll start with the counties. You know, the people that

people aren't going to mind if they go or not. They wouldn't know.

And then I'll start looking at license plates.

And I'll only grab the total half of them.

How are we going to keep Jerry out of the basement?

Just tell him there's a big old spider down there. He hates spiders.

Also, he's stupid.

Hey. Tell him he can't go to the basement.

He likes down there. Listen to me play. Look.

Do you want an audience of one?

Or do you want a packed house for every performance?

concerts in the basement and we could record records and sell them

in the restaurant.

Get to work.

I said

get to

work. Oh, shit, yeah.

Sweetmeats, have you dined with us before?

No, we're from out of town. We heard your burgers are delicious.

Oh, aren't you the nicest?

And your hospitality, top notch.

Oh, and you say you're from out of town?

Oh, well, I guess we're just gonna have to kill ya.

Well what do you have?

Working all my life, breaking bones and bruising ribs, just to

get right where I am and barely dance.

Long days and nights,

telling lies and cheating fibs, blood, sweat and tears and all the fears of a

working man.

But it gets hard.

To keep on moving on I tell myself this simple phrase inside a song

The grind is hard, the grind is rough And I'm never ever giving

up Pay my dues, do my time I hold my head up higher than high The

grind is hard, the grind is rough And I'll never say I've had enough When I

my maker on the faithful day He'll look at me and he will

Boy, you did just fine on the grind, catching hell on earth.

A devil always needs a friend to justify the things he'll do and help

him through.

But it ain't right taking someone's life,

even if it's helping if you don't take the lift.

If I ain't being true, you can be sure

that you always have me and I will always have you.

The grind is hard, the grind is rough, and I'm never ever giving up.

I do my time, I hold my head up higher than high. The grind is hard,

the grind is rough, and I'll never say I've had enough.

I'll pay my dues, I'll do my time, I'll hold my head up higher than high.

We just sold.

99 burgers in one day.

Oh, hot dang!

We are completely out of meat. Oh, how many copies of my album did we sell?

five copies.

Five copies?

Oh, my gosh, I've made it.

Yeah, you made it.

We need to have a... party or a celebration right here in the restaurant

commemorating and celebrating and capitalizing on this 100th burger thing.

Five copies.

I have already had two of the three local news stations calling about an

interview.

Well, an interview with you.

I need more meat.

And I need to meet my

fan yeah bubby you can go play what no i'm i'm going down to the

basement to do uh inventory yeah inventory that that's what i'm doing i'm

down to do the inventory and i have you come down there with me but we still got

that giant spider down there so

Yeah, giant spider.

Yeah. Yeah.

I think I know what's going on.

You do?

Yeah, you're going solo.

Oh, no, no. No, no, it's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Paul McCartney, you know, he left the Beatles and got the wing.

And we don't know the names of the wings because it's all Paul McCartney, right?

But we wouldn't have got to imagine.

Yeah. Mm -hmm.

Yeah. Elton John's the best, man.

Actually, I think Imagine is done by John Lennon.

Yeah, it's probably Elton John Lennon would be his Christian name. He did

Man.

Mm -hmm.

Okay, I'm going to head on down to the basement and I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay. All right. Okay, well, you can do anything you set your mind to.

I got you.

Whatever you choose.

Okay. Yeah, you're the best.

Okay. All right.

Cool. I love you.

Yeah. I love you. I love you.

Hey, Jared.

Thanks for understanding.

Catching you is all I want to do.

Catching you.

Caught in the middle of love, that's true.

Spend my time chasing and waiting, pedal to the metal, fading through life,

making moves with little hesitation, saying and praying that you'll be mine

tonight. Now I've been through enough to beg to ensure you won't get trapped.

All I know is if I get you, I'll never let go or send you back.

In just moments, Sweet Meat's owner and the genius behind the sweetest meat

around, Bobby Sweet, will be serving local quarterback football star Wyatt

the 100th burger sold.

It is quite the momentous occasion here. These people are hungry for meat.

It is my pleasure as owner and operator of this establishment

to serve to you the 100th burger that

we've made.

As the high school quarterback, I've completed a lot of passes, but I'm here

say no one should pass these delicious burgers at Sweet Mess.

Meat. That's sweet meat. Meat. Wet meat. Sweet meat.

I'm gonna kill that kid someday.

You

need

to remember something.

You are mine, not theirs.

What?

You are my boyfriend. You and I are together.

Boyfriend, you have never said a kind word to me or treated me good. You're

always very rude. You've never even shown me any affection like holding my

You're mine now.

If I catch you with anyone else, I'll cut your dick off and we'll start

hot dogs on the menu.

Tell

me,

what's the secret ingredient that makes the meat so sweet?

Well, you know, Carrie, I can't be divulging secrets like that.

It's the people.

What?

The people who make the food with their loving care. The hardworking Americans.

Yeah, the people.

more than do bad.

Catching you is all I want to do.

Catching you warm embrace.

Catching you when I first saw you that's when I knew.

Catching you I'm going to catch me in that street.

100th effort.

Jesus, Jerry.

Oh, hey there, Jerry. Hey there, Bobby. Look. Oh, yeah. You notice anything

wrong about the sun?

There we go.

That little bit right there? No, no. Well, it's not spelled correct.

No, I'm pretty sure that's how you spell over.

Yeah, no.

Oh, yeah.

I'm over here. How do you spell it again?

E -R. Yeah, that is right. So that must mean something else in the world.

Do you need a hug, bud? Yeah, give me a hug. I've been missing you.

Oh, I've been missing you too.

You doing okay?

I'm doing okay.

I just wish I could figure out this window.

Oh, I'll give you two O's and a hundred. Is that correct?

That is true. That is correct. There are two O's and one hundred. So maybe, you

know what, maybe there is nothing wrong. Maybe this is perfect.

Maybe you're perfect, Jared. I think so. I mean, you might be a song wizard, but

you leave that spelling up to me, old bud. I do the letters and the numbers.

Just fine. All right. Hey, you know what? Don't stay out here too long in

heat. It'll get to your head, okay? Oh.

Okay.

Over 100 serves.

Yeah, that's perfect.

Do you notice the two O's?

They look like boobies.

I'll tell them when they're going in.

We've got to get rid of... We've got to get rid of Jerry.

What? No, why?

That idiot is going to get us found out. Do not call him that.

It's true.

I already took care of the sign.

What? It no longer says over 100 severed. It now says served.

I didn't even know about that. That's just another reason that dipshit has got

to go.

What did he do?

He served a ham sandwich to a kid yesterday.

What's so bad about a ham sandwich?

Not ham. Ham, you moron. Hand!

Oh.

Oh?

Oh, shit is more like it. He is gonna get us found out.

Oh!

Oh, what about you?

What about you and your audience members? They just keep busting ass

dining room, escaping the basement. That's not it. All the things that

been adding to the menu. We've now got fingers.

We've now got balls.

We've now got breasts. We've even got porksicles. What happened to the simple

menu of just burgers and fries and burgers and fries?

I'm doing all the work. You challenging me?

You challenging me, music man?

You're right.

I'm stressed, you're stressed, and I'm sorry.

Okay.

What are we gonna do?

Plain and simple.

We gotta get rid of him.

What do you mean?

86.

Taken off the menu.

Grind his ass up!

Permanently?

Yeah.

Something has to be done. We have bigwigs coming in tomorrow to talk about

franchising. We can't have these little screw -ups fucking up a big deal like

this for us.

He's always been an idiot.

But now it's going to start costing us our livelihood.

And our lives.

You have to choose between him or me.

And little Bobby Jr.

Bobby Jr.

deserves to live a good life.

And Jerry has lived enough of his.

Come on.

You're embarrassing me, man.

I gotta, like, hide you like you're drugs.

Just open.

Shut up.

Hey, Jerry.

Just mopping. Hey, no, no, you're fine, you're fine. I was just wondering if I

could talk to you in my number one office.

You want to talk to me? Yeah, yeah, come on, come on. Follow me this way. Yeah,

okay. I would like to talk to you about your future here at Sweet Meats.

Okay. You see, the restaurant here has been doing really well, right?

You got a question?

No, high five, buddy. That's awesome. Oh, yeah.

You're doing real good.

And so my thought has been since the restaurant... You know what? Hold that

thought. I'm so sorry.

Will you play a song for me like old times?

It's just been a while. I haven't been in the basement because of spiders.

I know you're going to make it big real soon.

Just one song for me maybe.

Okay. And he's a -droppin' and I keep a -stoppin' From things going on

a little too far Who knew I'd reach the top That my fame would start to pop

Lighten up the night sky as a country star When I was five I picked

up my first guitar

Drumming, picking, slapping, playing hard.

I knew I was just in for a bigger thing.

With a song in my heart and a voice to sing.

Now panties are dropping and I keep stopping from things going on

a little too far.

Who knew I'd reach the top that my fame would start to pop?

Lighting up the night sky as a country star.

Oh, man, dude. That was so good, bud. That was so good.

Jerry, I was wondering if you could help me out with something in

the basement.

Well, no. Little spiders.

No. No, we exterminated all those.

For real? Yeah. There's only one or two things that we...

Still need to exterminate that. We'll be taken care of, but... All right, cool.

You need me to help get rid of rats or whatever?

No, I need to... Have you helped me with a song I've been working on that I need

to get figured out?

Really? Yeah. Oh, my God. I wouldn't have interrupted you in the middle of

that if I knew we were going to go down to the basement and play some music

together.

That was awesome, though.

Let's go do it. All right.

Yeah. I got stuff.

I'm on your back. I mean, um...

I'm right there with you, bud.

The end is near for you, so I must

cry.

The tears I shed are blue as I say

goodbye.

The end is near for you, so I must

cry.

Of these tears I shed, a blue moon has a say.

Hi, hi, hi.

Greetings. I'm Lloyd Duckwood from Duckwood Emporium Vacuum Cleaners,

conveniently located right here on Main Street.

Don't let anyone tell you that their vacuum cleaners suck as much as ours do.

And remember our slogan, suck good at Duckwood.

So come on down to Main Street.

And get your suck on.

He loved that

song. Who?

Jesus.

Who loved that song, Bobby?

Jerry.

Who?

What time are the investors coming in?

In an hour.

Make sure you're ready.

I'm ready.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Why that?

Because I'm Bobby fucking Sweet.

The devil is a woman I know, I know. The devil is a woman I know.

The devil is a woman I know, I know. For the good Lord told me so.

Who's that whispering in my ear? It's me, a big strong man.

You better get away from here. Just listen to my plan.

I've been watching you for some time and I think you got what it takes.

Just put your hand inside of mine and steal possibly a shake.

It's my attempt and what you say you'll give me all that I dream.

But if I shake that hand of yours, my soul will be damned, you see.

The devil is a woman I know, I know. The devil is a woman I know.

The devil is a woman I know, I know. For the good Lord told me so.

Money, fortune, and instant fame, that's what will be in store.

By your side of fiery day, now who could ask for more?

I feel the heat raise up inside.

My body is getting hot.

I know I should go running high, but I want what you've got.

The devil is a woman. The devil is a woman I know, I know. The devil is a

I know, I know. The devil is a woman I know, I know.

The devil is the woman I know, I know. The devil is the woman I know, I know.

The devil is the woman I know, I know. For the good Lord told me so.

For the good Lord told me so.

For the good Lord told me so.

For the good Lord told me so.

Someone's always coming over, walking away, and I don't care what they say.

I'm paid to serve, but I don't deserve them getting on my nerves.

I tell it to the face if I thought I could erase my memory of this place.

I'm born to love.

We'll see you next time.

Eat the people, eat the people.

Finger licking, finger food.

Eat the people, eat the people.

You have seconds if you could.

What bad streets you got in your hair? It's the sweetest beats of a God

man. It's all for, if I get you.

I'd walk away, but I can't quit you.

Eat the people, eat the people, finger licking finger food.

Eat the people, eat the people, you'd have seconds if you could.

Eat the people, eat the people, just a little off the top.

Eat the people, eat the people, it's so good I just can't stop.

Eat the people, eat the people, finger licking finger food.

Eat the people, eat the people, you'd have seconds if you could.

Eat the people, eat the people, just a little off the top.

Eat the people, eat the people, it's so good I never...

With a song in your heart and a beat That's so sweet, they call him Bobby

Sweet

Lookin'

like a king shit of a third hill mountain Sowering you with praise for my

bullshit found me, walked right along, but he didn't pay no mind.

To all the people watching, pointing and laughing, pretty soon his meat would

get a good clapping, cause he knew just what he wanted to do with his time.

Bobby Sweeney, you've got the sweetest meat.

sweet with a song in your heart and a meat that's so sweet they call them

bobby sweet

they call them

bobby sweet

they call them

bobby sweet

They got my daddy and me.

Just for a little bit of time here on this stage.

Don't you know I'm the best there is in the game.

I wiggle when I tickle, sing to a little jiggle when I diddle my fiddle all day.

me as i set up in my room that night doing the only thing i

knew how to do and it would hurt oh baby it would hurt but it would hurt all

right

Those saints would do a little jiggle When I diddle my fiddle, baby

When I diddle my fiddle, baby

When I diddle my fiddle, baby I

diddle my fiddle

The pace of a whisper, it doesn't announce what we'll hear in the back of

throats. I've noticed lately what I'm talking about, but is it sounding too

like ghosts?

I try to separate my thoughts from my actions, feed my soul, but not

overheat. I'm hungry for all the interactions, but I guess that's what

makes a treat.

The sweetest meat.

The sweetest meat.

Tell me you love me with all of your bite. I can never that be ate.

Liars make better friends for foes when it comes time to eliminate.

The sweetest meat.

The sweetest meat.

Disagree with something you ate. It's eating up inside of me.

Distance may make the heart grow fonder, but I need you right here beside -

How did you get in here?

If I told you once, I told you a hundred times.

You gotta get the middle bit.

Everybody knows that meat is the sweetest. It sure is, Granny.

The sweetest meat.