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(Discordant music)

(Upbeat music)

What's going on, my man?

I have to go to the breast room.
I mean, rest room. Be right back.

(Upbeat music)

(Eerie music)

(Dog moans)

Yes, Napoleon.
I know you're hungry.

Well, you can get ready for a feast.

I don't know how we survived
all of that horrible food.

Until I decided to do something
about my cuisine.

We're much better off now, though.

And if this marvel does its job,
it will get even better.

That classless jerk
won't hold us back anymore.

(Music plays on the radio)

Oh, man. You still ain't got it.
You're still flunking cool.

You've got to first feel the music.

I can't understand that, Rosie.
How can I feel music?

You got to make like
you're a willowy tree

and the music is a breeze
and it's blowing you all over the place.

Hi there, fellas!

(Music stops)

What do you call that thing?

I didn't have to call it at all.
The little critter just followed me here.

Yeah? Looks good!
Better than this crap.

You wouldn't have any mustard there,
would you?

No, I don't.

Gee, what I'd give for
a good old baloney and cheese.

How about it, Roosevelt?
You could look at it like first aid.

Come on, Philip, what do you say?
It's a good swap, no?

That junk sandwich for this delicacy?

Sir, I remember those things
in the army.

I don't ever want anything
to do with crabs!

(Laughing)

So anyway, I get her inside, see...

(Upbeat music)

I'm thinking to myself,
"If this doesn't do it, nothing will."

I got a chance to see her in a new light,
you know, one of them black ones.

And from a different viewpoint,
with mirrors overhead.

I'm looking for a spark.

And I got all kinds of...

(Belches)

...explosives, right?

See, you know what
that wife of mine does?

I mean, here's a $50 room, Sam,
decorated in contemporary erotica,

and sex films on TV...

and she goes to the set,
and she turns it to some talk show,

and she's asleep
by the first commercial.

Why?

Why?! Because she's an idiot.
That's why Sam!

- No, I mean...
- What do you mean?

How can you defend
somebody like that?

I mean, why are you telling me?
What the hell do I care?

You got to care, Sam.
What kind of bartender are you?

Hey, June!

I don't want to have to talk
to every jerk in here with a sad story.

See that license up there?
That's a liquor license,

not a shrink license.

See if you can fix that bell.
I can't keep track of business without it.

That's Charlie Farrell!

He said he knew me
but I didn't recognise him upright.

(Laughs) Upright, see!

What do you suppose
a man who packs such a fancy lunch

would work in a dump like this.

Got me, man!
Sam don't serve no martinis.

Hey, you guys don't really think
I go for that crab crap do you?

It's awful!

But that's all my wife
ever makes me lately anymore.

I can't remember the last time
I had something good to eat.

(Upbeat music)

- Hello there!
- Hello!

Come right in,
I'm just fixing the tinkler.

(Donald) Hey! Hi there, Sam.

Better make it a double.

Just don't tell me why.

- (Donald) You know what it was today?
- Tuesday.

It just keeps getting worse and worse.

(Sam) Yeah, it's been pretty hot.

Why does she do it to me?
Why?

It's for my own good, she says.

Does she ask me?
She knows I hate it.

She calls it a cultural experience,
a hobby.

(Donald) Why can't she have
a hobby like painting eggs?

- Haemorrhoids!
- She could do with sitting on a pillow.

My haemorrhoids. That's why
I had to take this job standing up.

Didn't I ever tell you
about my haemorrhoids?

They get really bad
when it's humid, you know.

♪ Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques

♪ Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?

♪ London Bridge is falling down,
falling down... ♪

(Hums "Frère Jacques")

(Kitchenware rattling)

(Upbeat music)

(Door slams)

Oh, it's you.

You expecting someone
from the health department maybe?

Any man would do.

(Shouts) I just vacuumed the chairs,
don't sit down with those grimy clothes.

You'd better get ready for dinner.

(Belches)

Ah, the antidote!

We're having a Parisian specialty,

and you know
you can't keep that waiting.

You better be here
when the microwave rings.

(Suspenseful music)

This is it, May. Enough's enough!

It has to cook a few more minutes.
I'll call you when it's time to calve.

(Exclaims)

(Crashing sound)

So sit down!
You waiting for it to cool off?

This really looks great, May.
It really does.

It even matches the chairs.

You know, when it comes to cooking
you'd make a great decorator.

It's veau cordon bleu.

Come on, you sap, it's veal.
One of your favourites.

Somehow it loses something
in the translation.

(Donald) No use, May,
I've already seen it.

(May) Relax, I've turned the lights off.

The right kind of food deserves
the right kind of atmosphere.

- Oh, oh!
- Holy cow!

What kind of atmosphere is this?

When I said your food
belonged in hell, I...

(May cries out in shock)

That's really terrific, May!

We have plenty of cocktails though,
in case a bunch of people drop in.

So the match fell out of my hand.
Anybody can make a mistake.

(Romantic music)

(Sighs) Now where were we?

Who knows,
the mood might give you ideas.

I've got an idea all right.
But I think it's against the law.

What are you grumbling about?

Oh, nothing dear,
just talking to myself.

You're a walking contraceptive!
You know that?

I can't remember the last time
you were romantic with me.

I remember...

It was April 1962.

It was a Thursday afternoon.
It was raining out.

Some men, you should know,
still find me attractive.

How should I know them?
I didn't attend the braille institute.

Why aren't you eating?

That's like asking men why they
climb mountains? Because it's there.

It's delicious!

Why can't you fix something
simple anymore?

I wake up in the middle of the night

dreaming about food
I can eat with my hands.

You don't know anything
about being a connoisseur!

You don't know how to enjoy life.

Napoleon eats better than you do!

You know, May, you're right.

(Fast paced music)

Ooh mamma, you be in good hands.

What do you say, baby,
you want to feel my hard hat?

- Anything else hard I can offer you?
- Are you addressing yourself to me?

Hey, I'd be glad to.
Where should I send myself?

Say, I've seen you around someplace
before doll, n'est-ce pas ?

I don't think so, but they keep the lights
so low at most parties I'm invited to.

Yeah, but I never forget a face.

Hey, I get it. I must've seen you
around here someplace.

That's cool, I can dig a chick
that goes for the brawny muscular type.

There's a few of us around here.

So what are you guys building here?

It's going to be a skyscraper.

You want to see it rise?

That's so interesting. You know,
I've always been so fascinated

about what men can do
starting with a simple two by four.

Two by four?
Hey baby, mine's bigger than that.

Construction workers
are so healthy and strong!

Like that one over there...
Do you know him?

Yeah, nice guy!

Nice? He's beautiful.

Yeah, beautiful personality too.

Say, you want to meet him?
Come on...

Hey, friend. I see you got the drift, ah?

Here...

Atta boy. Good, huh?

- (Moans)
- (Makes frantic wheezing sounds)

You know, I've told you
a million, billion, trillion times,

don't do that, you son-of-a-bitch.

Ooh, you know how it makes me
break out in a rash.

Now I know
where I've seen them... er you!

What's your friend allergic to,
anyway?

I thought I was seeing things
and now I'm seeing them again.

Come on and plant yourself a while,
wild flower.

Well, OK.
Do you think I'm a nice person?

Well, of course I do, honey child.

You don't think I make a play for
every lady who comes by here, do you?

You got chemistry.

It's just that usually men
are only after one thing.

Yeah, how do they choose?

What do you say, Donald?
I see you're making out OK too, huh?

Come on, lady! You're only crossing
the street, not the great plains!

(Bangs walking stick on car bonnet)

You know, you remind me
of my mother-in-law... at her funeral!

What am I in a hurry for?
More of May's dog crap?

This ain't a bar. It's a goddamn
cathouse, a confessional and a hotel.

Hey!

May, why don't you go sit
on a thumb-tack?

Why don't you go home
and tell her that?

What? Who? Where?

Oh... yeah... yeah, I think I will.

(Car door slams loudly)

(Slurs) Ah, what a nice pussy.

Pussy, pussy, pussy.

(Drunkenly sings "Frère Jacques")

(Shouts) I'm going to kill that idiot!

I want a baloney and cheese
sandwich for dinner,

and I want it served in the garage.

(Cries) Where have you been?

You got my order.

(Slams the door)

Your order?
You've got your nerve!

What do you think you're doing,
coming home drunk

and asking for a peasant sandwich?

I've slaved over
that microwave all afternoon!

(Slurs) I didn't come home drunk.
I've been drunk all day.

(Microwave pings)

Unless that ring is the toaster,
you know what you can do with it?

Remember what we did last in 1962?

Now get me that baloney and cheese!

Why, you ungrateful beast.
Get to that table!

You're getting what I had,
spinach truffade.

Oh no, I hope it isn't catching.
This is terrible!

You're talking about my dinner!

That is terrible!

(Water runs from the tap)

(Cries in shock) Oh my God!

You pig!

If I'm a pig
then this should look like a sty.

(Shouts) Don't you dare mess up
my house! Don't you dare! Stop it!

Stop it!

What are you doing with that vacuum?
Leave that bag in there!

No wonder this place is so clean, May.
All the dirt is in here!

Well, I can fix that!

(Playful upbeat music)

How about that, huh?
How about that?

(Roars triumphantly)

(Rattles ornaments)

(Unzips jeans)

Donald, there is something
bothering you. Isn't there?

(Donald urinating on the carpet)

You know, May, you have
a definite grasp for the obvious.

(Sighs in despair)

I can't understand
what's bothering you, Donald.

(Zips up his jeans)

That's what's bothering me.
Look at it, will you!

Tell me it doesn't look like something
someone already ate three days ago.

Oh, no, don't start that again!

It's a delicacy, and it's cheap
and it really helps my food money go far.

Yeah? Well, I'll make it go far.
I'll make it go far!

Watch this!

(Shouts) Wait! You're not going
to throw out my food!

I'm not going to wait for it to kill me!

You won't have to wait for that,
you moron, because I'll kill you first!

From now on,
I'm not worrying about you.

I'll only worry about feeding myself.

(Blows a raspberry)

(Screams)

(Sudden burst of discordant music)

(Choking)

(Thumping)

(Fast drum-roll)

(Music stops)

(Moans)

Ooh.

I don't remember leaving
a wake-up headache.

Ooh.

Meter man!
Here to check your juice!

Hey, May, will you hurry up?!
Where's my breakfast?

I'm running late, you know.

(Downbeat music)

Come on, May, it's empty!

What a lucky break!

Well, I'm leaving.

Jesus, I'm going to this thing.
I'm starving.

Maybe there's something
in the microwave.

Oh, May's in the microwave.

(Stutters) M... M... May...

...is... in the microwave?

(Door slams)

Oh well, that's the way
she would've wanted to go.

But she hasn't gone yet.

She's in there!

Oh brother!

(Fast paced, high-pitched
discordant music)

A jumbo-jack!
My favourite thing, hot meat! Mm-mm.

Excuse me, excuse me!

Oh, how the hell are you guys?

OK, What the hell's
the matter with you?

I thought I'd lower myself and partake
in some of this pedestrian food.

Wow, this looks great.

It is so dismal to view someone
in the act of committing suicide.

- Is it not?
- It is indeed, Philippe.

What's going to happen when your
giddy-up gourmet finds out about that?

We will surely miss
your sparkling company.

If you're referring to May,
I don't worry about her anymore.

She pushed me one bite too far.

We're getting separated.
In fact, we're already far, far apart.

Ain't that great news, Philip?

This poor underfed cat
can plan his own meals hereafter.

(Sound of saw)

(Mysterious music)

That was close! What a heads-up play.

Look at all that stuff. Incredible!

She had enough stuff here
to feed all the foreign legions.

Now...

...out with it all!
I've got to make room for May.

I don't want her any more spoiled
than she already was.

Going to make room for May.

Got to make room for May!

Plenty of room for you now, May!

(Fast paced eerie music)

(Presenter on TV)
And now, a special programme

brought to you by Acme Bail Bonds,
Crime Busters!

A reminder that language
on the following programme,

because of the sensitive, expressive,
well, shit, downright filthy nature,

has been strictly edited.

Good evening, this is Dodge Chaser
and you're welcome.

Our guest tonight is Brian Lewis,
the noted criminologist

who refutes the idea
of such a thing as a perfect crime.

Mr Lewis, what the (loud bleep)
fuck do you mean?

Simply this, Dodge,
(bleep, bleep) bitch

hasn't been born
who can conceive a perfect crime.

It's too fucking (bleep) hard.

Well, actually,
that's not totally correct.

A few years ago there was
a celebrated heist in England

which no (bleep) prick could solve.

- You mean dick?
- Semantics.

Are we going to get hung up on that,

or continue with
this (bleep) horse-shit (bleep)?

Anyway, half a million dollars
worth of caviar was stolen.

The thief was never caught.
You see, he ate all the evidence.

But unless you eat
all traces of the crime,

there's no way
to (bleep bleep) goddamn perfect.

It's all a (bleep) of shit!

(Wolf howling)

(Yawns)

What are you doing, doggy?

Get away!

There's nothing there!
Go on, shoo! Shoo!

Napoleon, she had to call him.

I'm going to kick him in his bald part.

Oh, well.

So long as I'm up,
guess it's better than nothing.

Hey, that's pretty good stuff!

Yeah, not bad!

I may have underestimated May's taste.

I've never tasted anything so unique.

- (Sudden burst of loud music)
- May!

(Philip) Well, it looks as though
our culinary refugee

has found a tasty morsel
he can appreciate.

(Roosevelt) Hey, what say, swinger?

That don't look like no
basic, simple food to me.

Well, it is!

(Philip) Would you look
at the size of that?

Please don't try to tell me
it's a drumstick.

No, it's something new
I've been trying, you know.

Something tender and easy to prepare
with the minimum of effort.

That's all I ever wanted.

Now will you guys leave me alone?

Yeah, hey, that don't look bad at all.

Are you just going to let us drool here?

How about a little taste, huh?

- You want to try it?
- Yeah, sure.

Say, this is fantastic!

I've never tasted anything like it.

- You like it?
- Sure, give me that back!

- You guys really like it? Really?
- Yeah, man.

Hey, Donald, this is
a tummy turn-on, man!

You've got to tell us what it is.

Oh, no. Absolutely not.
You really like it?

You know, I've got a lot more.
I can bring some in tomorrow.

We can look forward
to having this every day.

Yes, but to tell you the truth,
this meat is a little tough and old.

I'll take care of that, don't worry.

I still haven't perfected
a way to prepare it.

- (Mysterious music)
- It'll be better next time.

Let me tell you something, Sam.

Let me tell you something.
You can spill your drink, I don't mind.

But don't spill your heart out
to me again. It's too late.

Oh no, Sam, it's nuttin' like that.

I just want to say,
it's great to be here.

To have a place to stay late
into the night

with someone as nice as you.

You're a great guy, Sam.

(Loud upbeat music)

(Sam) You never learn, do you?

You think there's anything left
that I don't know?

Quit distracting the paying customers.

Don't say that word.
It makes me so excited.

- There's the door. Use it.
- You're a real son-of-a-bitch.

If you were the last John on earth
I wouldn't let you near me.

Thank you. Now beat it.

Oh, Miss, I hate to bother you,

but I don't think it was very nice of Sam
to throw you out like that.

Don't sweat it, sweetie.
He threw me out as nice as he could.

I mean, just because you were being
friendly to other customers,

that's no reason to be kicked out.

Believe me,
nobody asked me if I minded.

- What happened?
- A midget sawed off the heel.

What do you think? It broke.

I can see how that could happen.

You're not used to being
on your feet too much.

Nobody has offered
to take me off them tonight... yet.

Say, you know,
you look so much better in the dark.

So do you.

Maybe you know an even darker place
where we could go and, er...

...admire each other?

You and me?

(Stutters) Oh, I mean...

Oh, I...

I never... I mean...
at least not in a long time.

Wow... you and me?

I wouldn't know what to do
with a beautiful young girl like you.

I don't give lessons.

Maybe we could chat here for a while
until it starts coming back to me.

Hey, I think I felt something.
See, it's happening already.

I thought it was supposed
to happen a little lower than that.

Say, listen,
let's not stand here and talk.

It might look like we're bargaining
and it's a terrible business image.

We could go to my house?
I live near here.

And then we could take care
of that tear in your skirt there.

OK?

What's your name, sweetie?

- Donald. What's yours?
- Dee Dee Dee.

My mother wanted to name me Delia
but she stuttered.

Oh!

Hey, have you ever screwed in 3D?

I'll be right with you.

Wednesday is laundry day,
you know.

Yeah, yeah.

So far it's been...

...making the bed day,
vacuuming the rug day,

taking out the garbage day,
walking the dog day,

and defrosting the freezer day.

What the hell do you do
with the rest of your week?

All right sweetie, come here.

Say, you know it's been a long time
since I puffed these pillows.

I know the perfect way
to beat the dust out of them.

What's wrong, Donald?

What do you want me to do?

French? Greek? Japanese?

You name it, I'll do it.

Hey, I've always preferred Yugoslavian.

You wouldn't happen to do any
Yugoslavian tricks, would you?

That's it, you've been gonged, buster.

I don't know why it has taken
so long to humour you.

All this effort's
given me a huge appetite.

(Sighs) As long as nothing is going
on here. I'm going to go feed myself.

(Discordant music)

(Moaning)

(Cries of pleasure
turn to muffled cries)

I haven't had one of these since 1962.

Mm.

At times a cigarette tastes perfect.

But is this for after sex
or before dinner?

(Grunts) This is hard work.
Now I know why I gave up sex.

I'm so hungry I could eat a whore.

- (Smashing glass)
- (Loud upbeat music)

(Donald) Hey, you know,
that was a great game, guys.

(Roosevelt) Hey, let's go
get something to eat.

Hello!

Anybody home?

May I have your order please?

Go ahead, Dad.

Er, let down your hair,
unbutton your blouse,

hike up your skirt,
stick out your tongue,

and a coke!

(Laughs)

And a coke!

Oh hi, May. How are you?

I hate to tell you this

but looking at you first thing
every morning for 30 years

was shocking enough.

Besides, I've got to rearrange things.
make room for Dee Dee Dee.

Sorry, May.

(Loud upbeat funk music)

Listen, I came in
for some household items.

You wouldn't happen to have any
six foot cookie sheets, would you.

No, sir. We're fresh out
of that popular size.

Well, how about
some elephant sized cooking bags?

You know, the dumbo size.

You've got to have ten gallon
mason jars. You have that, don't you?

Are you
some kind of nutter or something?

Get out of here!
I've got a business to run.

Every kind of creep comes in here.

Hello, coastguard?
Coast clear? Good.

It's you again. Well, we're closed.

There's another one.

(Loud funk music)

(Moans)

(Muffled) Oh, that feels kinky.

(Moans)

(Screams)

(Folk music)

(Muffled) Hi, do you have any eggs
for my basket. Or coins?

Hey, er... is this for real?

(Police sirens)

Kid, you're really fowled up there.

(Foreign accent) I'm an artist.
At the moment this is my stage.

I hate to tell you,
but this is chicken-shit.

You shouldn't be doing
this sort of thing.

You're too good-looking a chick
to go around looking like a chick!

I have to eat,
and this pays for a few worms.

That's terrible.
What time do you get off?

Let me take you away from all this.

I'd love to have you over for dinner.

What? What is this? A pick up?

I'm not that kind of chicken.

The finger-licking good place
is down the street.

Oh, no, I didn't mean that.

I mean, you look like
you need a friend

and I'm a very helpful guy.
Come on, what do you say, huh?

(Moaning)

I thought you were a leg man,
not a breast man.

(Giggling) Oh, that tickles!

When are we going to eat?

Soon, I hope.

But the meat first has to be prepared.

So, shouldn't you be doing it?

I thought I was.

What a great deal.
I never had so much cluck for a...

(Sawing sound)

I really don't know where to begin, Doc.

I've always been sort of a normal fella.
You know, just an ordinary Joe.

It's true, I haven't had sex
in about 15 years,

but there's a lot of that going around.

My wife used to say I was insane

because I wouldn't eat anything
I couldn't pronounce.

When I get really bored
I like to drive around

and see how many squashed dogs
I can count on the freeways.

But none of that makes me crazy,
does it?

(Fly buzzing)

But there have been
a lot of changes in me since May left.

I mean, I've never had it so good.

I eat what I want.

And I've been scoring
some really nice people.

But the thing is,
the two things are one and the same.

Sure I'm happy
to be sexually active again.

(Snoring)

But I think there's something unusual
about what turns me on.

I just had to talk to somebody about it.

I thought I'd see my priest and confess

but he does everything
by the book,

and I don't think he can look this one up.

You see, women didn't excite me
until I started to, well...

Er, I couldn't make it with them

unless I imagined, let's say,
consuming them afterwards.

Other guys complain about
having to take a girl home for dinner,

then screwing her.

Well, I have to have her for dinner
after I screw her.

There.

It's out. I feel so much better.

Gee, it's great
to have finally someone to tell to.

Thanks, Doc!

Hey, Doc! Doc!

Oh yes, yes...

Yes, I heard nothing
that sounded irregular.

What seems to be the problem?

The problem is I can't make love
to a woman unless I eat her.

Why not? This is the age of liberation.
A time of romantic sophistication.

If it helps you achieve
a higher plateau of stimulation,

well, by the great Gatsby,
go down on her!

But you don't understand, Doc.
I must do hideous things to her.

Nonsense, there's nothing
hideous about compatible love.

- If it feels good, man, just do it!
- Are you sure?

Of course! She'll be grateful.
She'll lose her head over you.

And she'll satiate your appetite.

And she'll give and give of herself
until there's nothing left to give.

(Laughs)

Wow. Gee, thanks, Doc.

(Mysterious music)

(Microwave pings)

Now, let's see what we've wrought here.

Mm, yummy!
I think I'll call it 'filet of femme'.

(Music grows louder)

(Gasping)

Wow, look at this. I'll either
have to eat more or screw less.

Oh wow, this is getting weird!

(Suspenseful music)

(Frantic knocking)

Oh, jeez. Better not be
another encyclopedia salesman.

All right, all right!

- Where's May?
- Beats me.

- What do you want, anyway?
- From you I want nothing.

I haven't heard from May in days.
I've been calling but there's no answer!

The phone's out of order.

May's fine. I'm fine. The dog's fine.
So goodbye, Evelyn.

(Slams the door)

I came here to see my sister
and I'm going to see my sister.

All right, you want to see her?
Well...

- (Glass smashes)
- What was that?

- (Sudden burst of eerie music)
- Here she is!

Er, I've been teaching Napoleon
to wash his own dishes.

- But he's all paws.
- So what else is new? Where's May?!

Damn you. I'll go get her, all right?

That lazy bum can't do anything.

(Thunder)

If you want to see May
you'll have to come back here.

Shh! She's asleep.

Probably over exhausted

trying to figure out what to do
with the left over cordon Parisienne.

Don't say anything bad about her
you cad.

I don't know how she puts up with you.

See. Are you happy now?

Do you think she's all right?
She looks awful pale.

(Fast paced music)

Oh, you poor dear...

(Screams)

(Muffled screams)

(Music grows louder)

Oh great! Just great!

What am I going to do
with this thing?

No, no way. Not her!

(Retches)

You can go into the examining room.
The doctor's waiting for you.

(Singing in German)

Our little wind up patient!

How are my tests, Doc?

What do you think?
Will I keep on ticking?

There doesn't seem
to be anything the matter,

but remember, a pacemaker is like
any other electrical instrument,

only of course a bit more complicated.
But it must be maintained regularly.

I get it, instead of regular physicals
I should have regular tune-ups.

All the internal tests I've taken
checked out absolutely positive.

Machines.
What matters is I know you're all right.

The judgment of an experienced
doctor is most important.

Oh, that's better.

A bad habit I haven't been able
to break since medical school.

I used to practice in front of a mirror.

Listen, Doc, will I be able to keep my job
at the construction company.

Sure, you needed
the pacemaker years ago

when you had excess weight.
Now it's just a booster.

Believe me, you can do everything
you could 15 years ago.

Believe me, I can do better than that.

Here are the results, Dr Fool.

It's Fool, Von der Fool!

You do that once more and I'm sending
you to intensive care, as a patient!

Yes... yes... perfect. You're A-OK.

You are better than the last time
I saw you. What's your secret?

There is no secret. Since May left me
I've been following a very careful diet.

Well, you are what you eat.

I hope not.

(Upbeat music)

Man, dig this bit here.

It says several foxes disappeared
last week in a small area of town.

The blue crew ain't been able
to find a trace of them.

That's horrible. Unfortunately, though,
there's nothing new about it.

There are a lot of psychos out there.

Yeah, there's sure
a damn active one in Lampton.

Lampton?
Isn't that where you live, Donald?

Yeah, but I haven't noticed
any suspicious abductions lately.

At least this crazy dude
ain't prejudiced.

It says here,
the last girl that dropped out, black!

Well, that's my kind of maniac.
An equal opportunity rapist.

(Laughs)

Dog meat today, Donald?
Love it!

Donald, I don't know where you get it,
or how you do it,

but it gets better every time.

(Upbeat music)

- Hi, can I have a ride?
- Are you kidding?

I thought you were going
to tell me my lights were out,

or my tires were flat.

I don't see anything flat. Do you?

OK. Hop in!

So? Where to?

Where would you like to take me?

You make yourself comfortable,

and I'll slip
into something more appropriate.

Likewise, you can be sure.

(Thunder)

Weird.

Here I come!

You will soon. Just get in here.

(Sudden burst of eerie music)

(Metallic scraping)

(Upbeat music)

Too many bones.

Too many bones!

(Laughs)

(Buzzing sound)

Now, that's one very strange lady.

See you later, man!

Say man, when are you going
to give this thing a bath?

I'm taking it to the car wash soon
for an estimate,

but first I have to see what's next here.

What do you get when you double cross
a mobster and an exorcist?

Beats the hell out of me.
What on earth is this, Donald?

I call it my joke of the day.

Some guy comes out every morning
and writes something new on there.

I've begun to look forward to it.

Hey dude, cut the crap.
We got to wrap about tonight's bill.

What's going to be happening?

I don't know.
What do you guys feel like doing?

Feel like getting some action.
Where's it going to start?

Let's do something different.

I know what. What about
the wrestling matches at the dome?

Sounds good! They got some wild chicks
at them wrestling matches.

- What you say, Donald?
- Sure! I'll bring the snacks, of course.

Of course, you know
we wouldn't have it any other way.

Hey, I've got something
really special planned.

I've got to go down to Chinatown
to pick it up after my afternoon nip.

All right! Give us a hint, flint.

Let's just call it 'Peking Chick'.

You mean Peking Duck, don't you?

No. I mean Peking Chick.

(Chinese music)

(Suspenseful music)

(Knocking)

(Roosevelt) Hey Donald,
you're holding up the party, dude.

Hey, Donald! We're here, bro.

Hey, Donald!

Holy shit!

Hey Donald, this isn't the time
or the place to be asleep.

I don't think he's sleeping.

(Microwave pings)

(Gags) I so see it,
but I so don't believe it.

Yes, sir. I know I'm going to be sick!

(Birdsong)

Hey, Charlie. Come here.
You've got to see this.

Look at this, looks like somebody
screwed up these wires.

Really? Damn, this thing's a deathtrap
for anyone with a pacemaker.

(Suspenseful music)

(Short, sharp loud bursts of music)

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