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Be still.

Princess Pink.

Princess Pink.

Such a good little boy.

That's right.

That's a good boy, Bubby.

Good boy.

Good little boy.

Toilet?

Don't move. Jesus can see everything.

He tells me you move, by Christ, I'll beat you brainless.

Be still.

- Bubby naughty. - Oh, Christ.

What you done?

You filthy little cunt.

You dirty little shit!

I'll send you to hell. Just you see.

You'll go to hell, and your eyes will fall out…

and your prick will fall off, you filthy little slime!

You're such a good little boy.

Mummy does love her little Bubby.

You like 'em, don't you, Bub?

Beautiful, ain't they?

Good little boy.

Be still.

Be still. Be still, you little cunt!

By Christ, I'll beat you brainless.

Can't come outside 'cause no gas mask.

And Bubby die!

Now be still.

Poison.

- Poison. - If the poison don't get ya?

- Then God will. - Don't you bloody forget it.

Don't you bloody forget it.

Where cat from?

Outside.

How come he ain't?

No gas mask.

Don't need it.

Don't breathe.

How don't breathe?

That ain't breathin'.

Eat.

I know you're in there, Florence.

I'll be back.

What?

Want to go out, do ya?

Want to go and see what it's like, do you?

Want to go outside?

Cough, choke…

die!

Do ya?

I know you're in there, Florence.

I'll be back.

Bubby a good little boy.

- Mummy's little boy. - Shut up.

Don't be disgusting.

Anybody there?

Come on. I know you're in there.

Go away.

Go away.

Florence? Open up, or I'll bust the door down.

I know it's you. I've seen you come and go.

That's funny. That's funny.

All these years, and I didn't know I had a son.

Not so funny.

Christ, Florence. You've got to see the funny side of things.

I've been waiting here 35 years for you to come back.

Yes.

Well?

I meant to come back sooner, didn't I?

Just I didn't get round to it before.

I'm here now, ain't I?

Yes. Yes, you are.

You're here now.

God. Thirty-five years. It's gone quick.

You still look good, Flo.

You always were a good-looking broad.

You always were the charmer.

Yep.

Charmed a few girls in my time.

And yet I never knowed I had a son.

A good, healthy-looking specimen too.

You done well, Flo.

Hey, Son. You can call me Pop. I'm your pop.

Pop.

Pop.

He's getting the idea.

Pop.

Pop, Pop, Pop.

Yeah. All right. Don't go making a big thing of it.

Listen, Flo.

I know I should have been back sooner, and I'm sorry and all that…

but do you reckon, you know, you and me?

You know?

Will you still have me, Flo?

I don't know.

You being a man of God now.

Oh, that.

Little bit of preaching part-time. Nothing in it.

How about it then? Make an honest woman of you.

Don't know as I can trust you, Harold.

Hey. What's up, Son?

Have you got a mental condition or something?

If you and me are gonna learn to live together…

we got to have some respect.

I think he "comprends."

How about some refreshment, love?

Sorry, Harold.

Hey, Son.

Me and your mother would like to have a bit of a talk.

How about going outside?

Bubby ain't used to going outside? by himself.

Son, you ain't a poofter, are you?

I don't want any son of mine growing up to be a homosexual.

I'd disown him first.

You gotta try to understand, Harold.

Me and Bubby? we've been here by ourselves a long time.

Bubby ain't like other kids.

It was such a difficult birth.

Me, all alone in here, no one to help me.

I didn't think I'd pull through.

So you gotta try to understand.

As long as he ain't a poofter.

No, he ain't.

Dry old conversation, Flo.

Pardon?

Dry old conversation.

I'm sorry.

We don't get very many visitors.

- Would a sherry do? - Any port in a storm.

Any port in a storm.

I can see right down your dress, Flo.

God, you've got great tits.

They were big before, but now they're great big whoppers of things.

You're just being nice.

No, seriously, Flo.

They're the sort of tits a man can really lose himself in.

Bury his face and forget about their troubles?

What troubles, Harold?

What troubles can a man forget?

Let go, Bubby! Let go!

Jesus. He's mad. The fucking bastard!

It's all right, Harold.

He was trying to kill me! You're mad, you bastard!

He didn't mean you any harm. He's just trying to see whether you breathed or not.

- What? - It's not his fault he's got strange ideas.

You can't blame the kid.

He can't help it. He never had a father.

Nearly killed the only one he's got.

Christ, kid. You're a weirdo.

Weirdo.

Christ, kid. You're a weirdo.

Christ, kid.

You're a weirdo.

You've got lovely skin, Flo.

Soft and sexy.

You're a sexy woman.

You make it hard for a red-blooded man to keep his hands off you.

You've got lovely hands, Harold.

Be a pity not to be using 'em.

What's that you've found, then?

Don't know.

Don't know what this could be.

It's me dress. That's what you've found.

Yeah. But what's this under the dress?

Why don't you look then?

Is it?

- Is it? - You'll have to wait and see.

Gates of paradise.

One of the seven wonders of the world.

- You really think so? - Yes.

It's not too big?

It's perfection, Flo.

That's lovely. Yeah. You see?

Oh, yeah. Go on. Do it again, eh?

That's nice. Yes.

What's that?

Get the fuck out of here!

You pervert! Give your mother some privacy.

Go back to bed, Bubby.

Why the hell do you call him Bubby?

Bubby's a stupid name.

I was waiting for you to get back.

But it suits him.

A stupid name for a stupid kid.

You're a sexy woman, Flo.

What the fuck?

The kid's completely crackers!

You're a weirdo.

- Jesus. - You're a sexy woman, Flo.

Am I? Thank you.

God, you've got great tits.

Great big whoppers of things!

One of the seven wonders of the world, Flo.

- It's perfection. - Oh, Bubby.

My little boy.

Gates of paradise.

He's attacking me, Harold!

- Jesus Christ! Fuck me! - Get the fuck out of here!

- You mad bastard! - You mad bastard!

Fucking cunt! You get the bastard out of here!

- You've got lovely skin, Flo. - You sexual pervert!

- You're a weirdo. - Get that cunt out of here!

Get him out of here!

- Get out of here! - Leave Bubby alone!

You dirty fucking?

- Get out! - Go on. Get the fuck out of here!

Slimy pig!

Doormat. Excuse me.

The fucking kid's trying to be me again.

Shut the fuck up, kid!

You useless shit. You perverted bastard!

You good-for-nothing!

- Nothing except messing things up. Isn't he, Flo? - Yes.

Messed the place up good and proper, didn't ya, you little cunt?

- Fine mess! - Useless cunt!

- Why don't you piss off? - Leave Bubby alone.

- Leave Bubby alone. - You stupid, useless kid!

- You should have been left to die! - What did you say?

I said the kid should have been left to die.

You, you bastard. I kept him alive for you.

Not much good that was.

- Good that'll do, you fat cow. - Be still.

You be still!

Be still.

Be still.

Now, you be still, Pop.

Mum.

You be still too.

You're a sexy woman, Flo.

Get off the road, you fuckin' greenie bastard!

Get a look at the bastard, will ya? You fuckin' poofter bastard!

Come here, you bastard.

He snatched my bloody handbag!

Bloody bastard!

Bloody bastard!

Yeah.

Yeah.

See ya.

See ya.

Bloody bastard.

Bloody bastard.

We're down in back.

But I am busy, you know. Is it the usual?

- Shall we have the usual? - All right.

Okay. Two specials, no pineapple.

All right, beautiful. Thanks very much.

Lick. Your tongue.

Yeah. Now lick me here.

Here, dummy.

Christ, that prickles.

You like singing?

You like that?

When I want to feel close to my special friend Jesus…

I sing him a very special song.

You want to hear it?

My good friend Jesus' favorite song.

Do you like it?

- You're a dag. - Christ, kid. You're a weirdo.

Yeah. That's what you are? a weird kid.

Nothing but a big, weird kid.

Hey. Piss off out of the way, mate. I gotta cut this tree down.

Hey. You fuckin' deaf?

You're a queer-looking rooster, aren't ya? What are you, fuckin' one of them greenies?

Hey. Come on. Fuck off, or I'll cut your prick off.

Fuckin' idiot. Go on, get out of it!

Little!

Up. Let's get out of here.

If you'll just come with me, sir. We don't want any trouble, do we? This way.

Yes, mate. Can I help ya?

Get, get, get!

If you try that again, mate, I'm gonna call the cops!

Two of those wonderfully fattening chocolate éclairs, please, sir.

- There we are. Thank you. - Thank you, sweetie.

Yes.

Two of those wonderfully fattening chocolate éclairs, please, sir.

- Two dollars, thanks. - Thank you, sweetie.

No. That'll be two dollars, thanks, buddy.

Two of those wonderfully fattening chocolate éclairs, please, sir.

Thank you, sweetie.

I think we better find out where you belong and take you back there.

Come on.

Yes.

I still look all right, don't I?

Get off the fucking road, you bloody greenie bastard!

Get off the fucking road, you fuckin' greenie bastard!

I don't like fuckin' smart cunts.

Come on, mate.

I saw what that fucking pig did.

Do you want a lift?

Get in.

Beer? There's some down here.

I've gotta stop drinking. I've gotta get my life in order.

- Who wants it? - Bubby wants it. Bubby wants it.

Rip the scab off that one, mate.

- We need more beer. - We need more beer!

More beer.

- Let's give him a taste of what's to come. - Sure, get a bit of rock and roll.

- Let's do it. - One, two? One, two, three.

If you see Kay

Can you tell her I'm leaving Can you tell her I'm losing my mind

- If you see Kay - Yeah!

Can you tell her I've nothing left to say until she says okay

I got to hear her say okay

I gotta make her change her way

I can't live with her now any other way

If you see Kay

Can you tell her I'm leaving Can you tell her I'm losing my mind

I think we're here.

- Learn how to drive. - Got a license, have you, mate?

- Yeah? Yeah? - Hey, Bubby.

Can you give us a hand, mate?

Bubby is the apprentice roadie.

That's good, Bubby.

Doing great.

Bubby is the apprentice roadie.

Just don't drop the fuckin' speaker, okay?

Just don't drop the fuckin' speaker, okay?

Fuck off!

Jesus.

Good day. Is this where the band's supposed to be?

Yeah.

Right. What time you starting?

About an hour and a half ago, but nobody's turned up yet.

Want to come in? We'll play.

I don't think so. I was hoping there'd be some girls.

- No girls, mate. Only music. - Thanks anyway.

Who was that?

A neighbor, complaining about the racket we were making.

Very fucking funny, mate.

- A customer. - Where'd he go?

How the fuck would I know? Down the road to see another band.

- You let him walk out? - What the fuck was I supposed to do, force him?

How we gonna pay for the hall if you let all the people walk out without paying?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Fuck.

- Great. - Is that the lot?

- Haven't got any. - I haven't got any.

I haven't got any.

What about you, holdout? Is that it?

Try the other pocket, mate. We saw you try that one.

Nothing.

Nothin'.

Never had anything.

Nothin'.

How about you?

- Got any money? - Oh, sure. Look at him.

- Search him. - Money. Do you have any money?

You greedy little cunt. I ain't got enough money to keep buying you milk.

- Take that, mate. - Shut up.

If that's all there is, we're stuffed.

- Yep, we're stuffed. - Stuffed.

- Christ. - Yeah, hilarious.

No money, no girls.

It's enough to make you puke.

- Where's that fucking smell coming from? - Your fucking feet.

Fuck that fucking smell. What about the fucking money?

- Cut it out! We're in the middle of a crisis. - Settle.

- It's okay, mate. - Yeah. Stay calm.

- That be Mum. - What?

That be Pop. Them be Mum and Pop.

- Is that your mother? - Bubby Mum.

And your father?

- What do you reckon? - Jesus Christ.

- Nah, wouldn't be him. - Big shit.

It wouldn't.

Says there's a reward.

50,000 bucks.

- Take a look at this. There's your smell. - Shit!

- Christ! - Fuck!

- That be cat. - That was a cat.

- Christ. - Jesus.

It is him.

- It has to be. - Fifty grand!

Fuck.

- He's harmless. - He can stay in your bed tonight.

Jesus, Bubby. Take the cat outside, will ya?

Just take it outside for a while.

Talk.

- Don't go too far, okay? - Okay.

- Bring us back some money or something. - Okay.

Five, six, seven, eight, nine and 10.

Jesus fuckin' Christ! Get that fucking thing out of here, you mad bastard!

- What? - I don't like fuckin' smart cunts.

If that's all there is, we're stuffed.

- Fucking racket! - Yeah, they're probably after him.

- What you gonna do now? - It's fucked.

We're gonna go to jail. I can feel it. We're gonna go to jail.

Bullshit. Bullshit. No. No. Look. Look.

Shut up.

Let's put these on.

Shut up!

More trouble. More trouble than he's worth.

You just take care of that money.

This way.

It's all right, Bubby.

Tell you a story that's sad but true

Tell you a story about you know who

A boy called Bubby

Sittin' right over there

Yeah, Bad Boy Bubby with the wild, crazy hair

- Bad Boy Bubby. - Oh, yeah

Bad Boy Bubby Bad Boy Bubby Blues

Got them Bad Boy Bubby

Bad Boy Bubby Blues

Got them Bad Boy Bubby Blues from my head right to my shoes

We met him when we were touring in '53

That's not true but it rhymes with Bubby

Bad Boy Bubby

Bad Boy Bubby Blues

Got them way down low down, crazy

Bad Boy Bubby Blues

Isn't he a classic?

You don't own a cat, do you, Dan?

We're gonna leave you with Dan, Bub. Okay?

- See you, Bubby. - And don't be a bad guy.

Bad Boy Bubby Bad Boy Bubby Blues

Bad Boy Bubby

Bad Boy Bubby Blues

Hey. Hey.

Why don't you go and talk with her, if she's so interesting?

You're a sexy woman, Flo.

God, you've got great tits.

Great big whoppers of things.

You're a very cruel person, you know that?

Just because you're rich and you're handsome…

you think it's okay to make fun of people like me.

It's not funny. It's just hurtful.

- Bubby naughty little boy. Dirty little cunt! - Leave me alone!

Leave me alone! No, please. Go away from me!

- Bubby love 'em tits. - Somebody help me!

Why don't you bastards do something?

Watch the language, or we'll cool you off for a couple days.

Hey, we're not the bloody criminals! Those assholes stole our purses!

We can't help it if you go walkabout at night by yourselves.

- Who'd want to steal from a boong? - For Christ's sakes!

We were on our way home from work!

Work? That'll be the day. Something illegal, no doubt.

- Youse are really fucked. - I warned you about the language.

You can piss off. Consider yourselves lucky I didn't lock up the pair of you.

- Fuck! Let's go! - I'd have that head wound seen to.

Get fucked!

What you doing?

What you doing?

What you doing?

Why don't you talk to me more?

What, cat got your tongue?

I got feelings, too, you know.

Well…

it's not fun being on night shift, is it?

Get lonely, you know.

Why don't you talk to me?

Get fucked!

Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go! Someone help me!

Somebody please help me!

You want out?

It's the animal for you, you fucking nutter!

Me be Bubby.

The Clingwrap Killer.

You've been rehabilitated.

Here's $10 to see you on your way.

You can go. Don't let me see you back here.

Well…

if that's all there is…

we're stuffed.

Jesus can see everything I do.

And he's gonna beat me brainless.

Come.

You see, no one's going to help you, Bubby…

because there isn't anybody out there to do it.

No one.

We're all just complicated arrangements of atoms and subatomic particles.

We don't live.

But our atoms do move about in such a way…

as to give us identity and consciousness.

We don't die. Our atoms just rearrange themselves.

There is no God. There can be no God.

It's ridiculous to think in terms of a superior being.

An inferior being maybe…

because we who don't even exist?

We arrange our lives with more order and harmony…

than God ever arranged the Earth.

We measure.

We plot.

We create wonderful music.

We are the architects of our own existence.

What a lunatic concept to bow down before a God…

who slaughters millions of innocent children…

who slowly and agonizingly…

starves them to death…

beats them, tortures them…

rejects them.

What folly to even think that we should not insult such a God…

damn him, think him out of existence.

It is our duty to think God out of existence.

It is our duty to insult him.

Fuck you, God.

Strike me down if you dare, you tyrant…

you nonexistent fraud.

It is the duty of all human beings to think God out of existence.

Then we have a future…

because then, and only then…

do we take full responsibility for who we are.

And that's what you must do, Bubby.

Think God out of existence.

Take responsibility for who you are.

Fuck you, God.

Strike me down if you dare.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, God.

Strike me down if you dare.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello. Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

- What are you doing? - Bubby good boy.

Girls! Girls!

Disgusting!

The pervert!

Get him!

Get him!

Come on, girls!

You be right.

You be right, Mum.

Bubby don't fit no more out there.

Tell you a story sad but true

Tell you a story about you know who

Bad Boy Bubby

Bad Boy Bubby Blues

A story about you know who

A boy called Bubby

Sitting right over there

Yeah, Bad Boy Bubby

With the wild, crazy hair

Oh, yeah

Bad Boy Bubby Bad Boy Bubby Blues

Got them Bad Boy Bubby

Bad Boy Bubby Blues

Got them Bad Boy Bubby Blues from my head down to my shoes

Yeah, wherever you want.

Anything to drink?

Father?

Pizza.

- Got any money? - Money.

That's all there is.

- So you just want pizza? - Pizza.

What sort of pizza?

- Pizza! - All right. No trouble, okay?

Pop no trouble be.

All right, Pop. Keep your money.

Cat.

Good cat.

Good cat.

Don't move, you little cunt. I'll beat you brainless, by Christ.

Good cat.

Don't go, cat. Stay.

Bubby get pizza for cat. Pizza.

Don't go. Stay. Good cat. Stay.

Don't go. Pizza.

Can you spare a buck, mate?

Fifty cents then?

All right, then. Twenty.

Have you got any money at all?

- That's all there is. - That all?

Let me buy youse a drink.

Paul! That be Paul.

Ungrateful bastard!

A place where nothing ever ends

Hey, you!

Where feelings never fall asleep

Just like a miracle

You'll find her You'll see her

There between the silence and the sea

You want her, need her

There between the fallen and the free

Hi.

Get him! Get him!

Get him!

Jesus Christ! Get that fucking thing out of here, you mad bastard!

Get off the fucking road, you greenie bastard!

Look at the silly bastard, would you? You poofter bastard!

Hey, Son. You can call me Pop. I'm your pop.

- Hey, Pop! - Hello, son.

- Hello, Pop! - Yeah, yeah! That'll do!

Don't go making a big thing of it.

What's the matter with you, Son?

You got a bit of a mental condition or something?

Fucking kid's trying to be me again.

Shut the fuck up, kid!

You useless cunt. Why don't you piss off?

Leave Bubby alone.

Leave Bubby alone.

Fucking useless shit should have been left to die!

You find her You see her

There between the silence and the sea

You want her, need her

There between the fallen and the free

Yeah!

- Stockin' up there, Bubby? - Not Bubby.

Me Pop now.

- What's the pizza for, Pop? - Pizza for cat.

He's still got that bloody cat.

Don't worry about it, Bubby. We'll get you more pizza tomorrow.

- Pop get pizza for cat now. - You can't go anywhere.

- We need you tomorrow. You're part of the band. - Cat hungry.

Wait a minute, Bubby. Look, Pop, just wait.

Tonight you were good. They loved you out there.

You loved it out there. We want you to do it every night.

Tomorrow night and the next.

Okay? It's a regular gig here.

Stay with us. We'll look after you.

Sure.

Pop give pizza to cat.

We'll take you wherever the bloody cat is.

Pop go to cat. Pop sleep with cat.

We can't just let him go. We'll never see him again.

We can't force him to stay.

Bubby, please.

Bubby been left to die.

Me Pop now.

Don't lose it.

Remember, when it gets dark, give the note to someone.

They'll bring you back here, and we'll pay 'em.

- What's going on? - Go back to your woman.

I hope he makes it back.

- Be a dull gig tomorrow if he doesn't. - See ya!

- Bugger bit me! - Hey, kill the fucking thing!

- Break its fucking neck. - Got it.

- Fuckin' cat made me bleed. - Leave cat alone!

Cat. Pop got pizza.

Come on, cat. Pizza.

Don't be still, cat.

She say cat be dead.

- Is cat dead? - Yes. Cat's dead.

- What did she say? - She say you name be Angel.

Oh, my God.

You understand them. You understand what she said.

You must have more names than just Pop.

Pop. Me be Pop.

You can call me Pop.

Pop. We just want to find out where you come from.

Where do you live?

Pop don't know.

- Bubby don't know. - Do you think he might be schizo?

I don't think he's anything. He's just a kid.

Bubby a big, weird kid. Christ, kid, you're a weirdo!

Pop not a kid.

If we take him anywhere, they're gonna lock him up…

and I feel he shouldn't be locked up.

What is it, Rachael?

She think me should stay.

Is that what you think, Rachael?

What about the others? What do you think?

- Do you want Pop to stay? - Yes.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Boy, I bet you've got some stories to tell.

Like who's Bubby, for instance?

- You're Bubby, aren't you? - Bubby been left to die.

Me Pop now.

Pop wanna see Angel's tits.

But I'll show Bubby.

- Bubby wanna see Angel's tits. - No, I don't hear Bubby.

Bubby no fit no more out here.

Me Bubby.

Them be beautiful.

Like Mum.

You don't think they're too big?

Them be perfection.

Okay.

That's enough for now.

You go back to being Pop…

and Bubby's our secret.

Okay?

The garden is filled with roses.

All different colors.

And it smells so beautiful in that garden.

It is a very special garden.

No one knows about this garden.

No one is allowed to come in.

Only people who love you.

Only people who care about you.

And only people you want let in.

There's a very high picket fence around the garden…

hidden in the high grass…

and no one can see it.

Imagine yourself being in the garden…

lying on the grass…

feeling very comfortable.

It's a beautiful day.

The sun is shining, and it's warm.

And the wind gently touches your cheeks.

Hi. I'm off duty now, so I'm gonna show you where you'll be sleeping.

Rachael think Pop stay in her room.

Are you saying what I think you're saying?

Sorry, Rachael, but Pop will stay in Pandy's room.

Okay?

Here's your bed, and there's your suitcase.

And I put your cat in the freezer, and we can bury that tomorrow, okay?

A band?

With a hand upon the trigger of a gun

Cat got your tongue?

It's the animal for you.

Pop.

Come here.

Come on. Come here.

Have we got a surprise for you.

We got some people who'd really like to get to know you.

Come on, come on.

There you go, Pop.

- Is that you, Pop? - Me be Pop.

I'm Shannon.

I'm Sharon.

Won't you join us?

- What do you think? - Do you like us?

We've never had a virgin before.

Don't be scared. We'll show you what to do.

Tiny tits.

Tiny?

These aren't tiny. They're perfect 36's.

Where did you come from?

- Them not Angel tits. - Who's Angel?

I don't know.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

Good-bye, cat.

There. She's happy with God now.

It is the duty of all human beings to think God out of existence.

Full of surprises, aren't we?

Be still, cat!

I'll beat you brainless, by Christ!

If the poison don't get you, God will!

I don't have to feel my way

I don't want to get left behind

With my hand upon the trigger of a gun

Don't wanna go back in time 'cause time keeps forgettin'

Gotta get up off the ground Get down on my knees

And I'll pray I forgot Forgot what I am

'Cause in this wild, wild world no one is wilder than him

Them not tiny tits!

- Them great big whoppers of things! - Yeah!

Pop love 'em tits!

Pop love 'em tits!

That not be.

Not be.

Sorry.

What's the matter, Bubby?

Bubby crying with sadness for Rachael…

because Rachael have no Bubby.

Rachael be loving Bubby.

My poor Rachael.

And Bubby be loving Angel.

I only really visit when I have to.

It always ends in a fight. And then I don't go for a while.

And then they forgive me, then we fight all over again.

Bit of a mess. My dad's a collector.

Used to be his business.

Princess Pink.

This is gonna be fun.

How do you like your dinner, Mr. Pop?

Pizza be better than this.

Our daughter has a healthy appetite, don't you think?

- Mother, don't start. - Be quiet.

Let your mother speak uninterrupted.

Thank you, dear.

We tried to bring her up as best we could…

but she's been rather a disappointment to us.

Be the first time you didn't finish your dinner.

I find fat people so… gross.

So unfortunate, of course, but so… ugly.

What do you think, Mr. Pop?

Me think Angel be beautiful.

She's a fat slut.

Careful what you say, dear.

Better he know that she's a fat slut.

If God had wanted us to be fat…

he'd have made us all the same way, wouldn't he?

But he didn't!

God doesn't like fat people!

Fat people are an abomination in his eyes!

Fuck you, God. Strike me down if you dare.

Angel be beautiful.

God be a useless cunt.

Why you be bad to Angel?

You can go now, Mr. Pop.

We shall pray for you.

Get out of here!

Angel come too?

No, Bubby.

My parents were just waiting to die anyway, Bubby.

They were both riddled with poisons and cancers.

Asbestos from the brake linings…

lead from the car exhausts…

PCB's from the car seats…

dioxins, "parathidions"…

dieldrin…

mercury…

radioactivity.

Whoever did it just put them out of their misery.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

That be nice.

That be poisoning us.

That be poisoning the air that we breathe.

If the poison don't get you…

then God will.

Beautiful, isn't it? Fantastic.

And yet this mob have been trying for centuries…

to cling-wrap this mob…

even though they share the same God.

Mind you, this mob have been getting pretty good at cling-wrapping lately.

And this mob's got the same God as well…

but they've had a fair go at cling-wrapping that first mob.

They've been trying to cling-wrap that second mob for a good couple of thousand years.

And they pretty well succeeded in cling-wrapping just about all this mob…

who never did much cling-wrapping…

to anyone but themselves.

Then there's this lot.

A different god altogether.

You'd think that would help, but it doesn't.

See, this mob cling-wrapped about half a million of that first mob…

40 or 50 years ago.

And they've been at it ever since.

They've all done their fair share of killing or being killed…

and it's all pointless.

The thing, Bubby, is don't be like them.

No matter how mad you get at someone…

don't kill them? ever.

Bubby done cling-wrap them. Me Pop now.

Talking like that, you'll be running the country soon enough.

No more excuses. No more cling-wrapping.

Okay?

Bubby?

Okay.

Good.

And don't mention it to anyone.

We look like all being rich and famous soon enough…

so let's not spoil it.

Okay.

- Yes, mate. - How much that be?

That be five dollar.

- Where be Pop? Where be Pop? - When be them come on stage?

Them be here soon. Them be here real soon.

Where be Pop? Where be Pop?

You be a sexy woman, Flo

You be a sexy woman, Flo

- Me see right down your dress - Me see right down your dress

You got great big whoppers, Flo

You got great big whoppers, Flo

Me wanna see 'em tits

Me wanna see 'em tits

There we are.

Okay.

You done good.

We got our first one.