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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.