Desperate Living Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Desperate Living Script


  

  

 

                   

Boy: LET'S GO!



 

                   

COME ON!



 

                   

COME ON!



 

                   

YEAH!



 

                   

[CHILDREN YELLING]



 

                   

Second boy:

LET'S GO! LET'S GO!



 

                   

Second boy:

LET'S GO! LET'S GO!



  

                   

COME ON!



  

                   

COME ON!



  

                   

[CHILDREN YELLING]



  

                   

[CHILDREN YELLING]



  

                   

YOU MUST REALIZE,

BOSLEY,



  

                   

YOUR WIFE IS ONE OF

THE MOST NEUROTIC WOMEN



  

                   

I'VE EVER EXAMINED.



  

                   

I STILL THINK



  

                   

A FEW MORE MONTHS

IN THE SANITARIUM



  

                   

WOULD BE HELPFUL.



  

                   

IT MAY BE TOO EARLY

TO TRUST HER



  

                   

IN HER NATURAL

ENVIRONMENT.



  

                   

OH, DOC,

BE OPTIMISTIC.



  

                   

PEGGY'S BREAKDOWN

IS PART OF THE PAST NOW.



  

                   

I DON'T WANT HER IN

ANOTHER MENTAL HOSPITAL.



  

                   

I WANT HER HOME

WITH ME AND THE KIDS.



  

                   

DR. EVANS,



  

                   

THE ROAD

TO MENTAL HEALTH



  

                   

IS JUST

AROUND THE CORNER.



  

                   

IS JUST

AROUND THE CORNER.



  

                   

[YELLING]



  

                   

Boy: COME ON!



  

                   

Second boy:

COME ON! YEAH!



  

                   

Second boy:

COME ON! YEAH!



  

                   

Peggy: AAH! AAH!



  

                   

I KNEW THEY'D TRY IT!



  

                   

TRYING TO KILL ME

IN MY OWN HOME!



  

                   

[SOBS]



  

                   

IT'S LIKE WAR.



  

                   

DON'T TELL ME I DON'T KNOW

WHAT VIETNAM IS LIKE.



  

                   

BRATS! BRATS! BRATS!



  

                   

OH, MOM.



  

                   

OH, I--I'M SORRY,

MRS. GRAVEL.



  

                   

I'LL PAY FOR THE WINDOW

OUT OF MY ALLOWANCE.



  

                   

HOW ABOUT MY LIFE?



  

                   

DO YOU GET ENOUGH ALLOWANCE

TO PAY FOR THAT?



  

                   

I KNOW YOU WERE TRYING

TO KILL ME!



  

                   

WHAT'S THE MATTER

WITH THE COURTS?



  

                   

DO THEY ALLOW

THIS LAWLESSNESS



  

                   

AND MALICIOUS DESTRUCTION

OF PROPERTY



  

                   

TO RUN RAMPANT?



  

                   

I HATE THE SUPREME COURT!



  

                   

OH, GOD.



  

                   

GOD.



  

                   

GOD.



  

                   

GO HOME TO YOUR MOTHER!



  

                   

DOESN'T SHE EVER

WATCH YOU?



  

                   

TELL HER THIS ISN'T SOME

COMMUNIST DAY-CARE CENTER!



  

                   

TELL YOUR MOTHER

I HATE HER!



  

                   

TELL YOUR MOTHER

I HATE YOU!



  

                   

[TELEPHONE RINGS]



  

                   

[TELEPHONE RINGS]



  

                   

Peggy:

OH! OH, GOD!



  

                   

OHH! OHH! OHH!

[RING]



  

                   

OHH! OHH! OHH!

[RING]



  

                   

HELLO?



  

                   

WHAT NUMBER

ARE YOU CALLING?



  

                   

YOU'VE DIALED

THE WRONG NUMBER!



  

                   

"SORRY"?

WHAT GOOD IS THAT?



  

                   

HOW CAN YOU EVER REPAY



  

                   

THE    SECONDS

YOU HAVE STOLEN FROM MY LIFE?



  

                   

I HATE YOU,



  

                   

YOUR HUSBAND,

YOUR CHILDREN,



  

                   

AND YOUR RELATIVES!



  

                   

AND YOUR RELATIVES!



  

                   

OH, GOD, GOD, GOD!



  

                   

WHAT HAVE I DONE

TO DESERVE THIS?



  

                   

MISS GRAVEL,

WHAT'S THE MATTER?



  

                   

YOU HAVING ANOTHER FIT?



  

                   

CAN'T MY HUSBAND

WATCH THE CHILDREN?



  

                   

CAN'T THAT LAZY MORON

DO ONE THING?



  

                   

THE KIDS

ARE JUST OUTSIDE.



  

                   

THEY'RE OK.



  

                   

LET ME GET YOU

SOME OF YOUR FIT MEDICINE.



  

                   

GRIZELDA,

MY LIFE IS IN DANGER.



  

                   

PLEASE, DON'T LET

ANYBODY HURT ME.



  

                   

AW, THERE, THERE.



  

                   

YOU'VE GOT

TO KEEP CALM, WOMAN.



  

                   

YOU'RE JUST

IMAGINING THINGS.



  

                   

THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK.



  

                   

ONE OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD

CHILDREN



  

                   

JUST TRIED

TO MURDER ME.



  

                   

I WAS SITTING

IN MY ROOM



  

                   

APPLYING NAIL POLISH,



  

                   

AND ONE OF THEM

FIRED A RIFLE AT ME.



  

                   

OH, MISS GRAVEL.



  

                   

IT'S TRUE.



  

                   

I MUST GET THE CHILDREN

BEFORE THEY'RE KIDNAPPED.



  

                   

GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY.



  

                   

GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY.



   

                   

BETH?



   

                   

BOSLEY JR.?



   

                   

BOSLEY JR.?



   

                   

BREATHE IN.



   

                   

[INHALES]



   

                   

DO IT AGAIN.



   

                   

NOW LET ME DO IT.



   

                   

BREATHE IN.



   

                   

[TAKES DEEP BREATH]



   

                   

AGAIN.



   

                   

[GASPS]



   

                   

SODOMITES!



   

                   

CAUGHT RIGHT

IN A SEX ORGY!



   

                   

FILTHY.



   

                   

DIRTY, FILTHY.



   

                   

Peggy: IS THAT WHAT YOU

LEARNED IN PRIVATE SCHOOL?



   

                   

OH, MOM,

WE WERE ONLY PLAYING!



   

                   

WE WERE ONLY

PLAYING!



   

                   

NO, NO, NO!



   

                   

YOU COULD BE PREGNANT,

BETH!



   

                   

AND AS FOR YOU,



   

                   

I NEVER THOUGHT

YOU WOULD RAPE



   

                   

YOUR OWN SISTER!



   

                   

OH, GOD!



   

                   

THE CHILDREN

ARE HAVING SEX!



   

                   

[SOBBING]



   

                   

[SOBBING]



   

                   

PEGGY?



   

                   

PEGGY?



   

                   

PEGGY?



   

                   

THIRSTY, GRIZELDA?



   

                   

YOU'D BETTER GO SEE

ABOUT YOUR WIFE.



   

                   

SHE'S HAVING

ANOTHER MENTAL FIT.



   

                   

I THOUGHT YOU HAD BEEN

STEALING MY LIQUOR.



   

                   

AIN'T NOBODY STEALING

NOTHING FROM YOU,



   

                   

MR. GRAVEL.



   

                   

WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.



   

                   

WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.



   

                   

YOU DIDN'T KNOW

I MARKED THESE, DID YOU?



   

                   

HERE.

LOOK HERE.



   

                   

SEE THIS PENCIL LINE?



   

                   

THAT WAS MARKED

JUST YESTERDAY.



   

                   

YOU'VE HAD

QUITE A FEW COCKTAILS,



   

                   

HAVEN'T YOU,

GRIZELDA?



   

                   

WHAT ELSE

HAVE YOU PILFERED?



   

                   

I THINK I'LL HAVE A LOOK

IN THAT PURSE.



   

                   

YOU AIN'T LOOKING

IN MY PURSE.



   

                   

WHY NOT?

GOT SOMETHING TO HIDE?



   

                   

DON'T YOU KNOW MEN

AREN'T SUPPOSED TO LOOK



   

                   

IN A LADY'S HANDBAG?



   

                   

LADY? YOU'RE FIRED,

GRIZELDA.



   

                   

NO WONDER YOU PEOPLE



   

                   

ARE ALWAYS IN

THE UNEMPLOYMENT LINE.



   

                   

NOW GIVE ME THAT BAG!



   

                   

I DON'T WANT NO WHITE MAN

LOOKING AT MY TAMPAX!



   

                   

I WOULDN'T WORRY ABOUT

YOUR TAMPAX IF I WERE YOU.



   

                   

WELL, LOOK AT THIS--



   

                   

MY SAVINGS ACCOUNT

BOOK...



   

                   

WITH WITHDRAWAL SLIPS,



   

                   

MY LOTTERY TICKET...



   

                   

MY LOTTERY TICKET...



   

                   

AND   ROLLS

OF TOILET PAPER.



   

                   

I'M PLACING YOU

UNDER CITIZEN'S ARREST.



   

                   

I'M GOING TO CALL

THE POLICE AND REPORT YOU.



   

                   

GET OFF OF ME,

MILK HEAD!



   

                   

WELL...



   

                   

I SEE

YOU'RE FINALLY HERE.



   

                   

IT'S A LITTLE LATE,

ISN'T IT?



   

                   

THE CHILDREN

ARE HAVING SEX.



   

                   

BETH IS PREGNANT.



   

                   

I NARROWLY MISSED

AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT



   

                   

A FEW MOMENTS AGO.



   

                   

WILL YOU PLEASE

DO SOMETHING?



   

                   

AW, HONEY, IT'S JUST

YOUR MIND PLAYING TRICKS.



   

                   

OOH, GET OFF ME.



   

                   

MY SKIN CRAWLS

WHEN YOU TOUCH IT.



   

                   

I COULD

RIP YOUR LIPS OFF.



   

                   

I COULD

RIP YOUR LIPS OFF.



   

                   

THAT MISERABLE MAN.



   

                   

WHEN I THINK

OF THE ABUSE...



   

                   

PEGGY, PEGGY.



   

                   

AM I LIVING IN HELL?



   

                   

IS THAT IT?



   

                   

HAVE I GONE

STRAIGHT TO HELL?



   

                   

HAVE I GONE

STRAIGHT TO HELL?



   

                   

DON'T LEAVE

THIS KITCHEN, GRIZELDA.



   

                   

I'M GOING TO GIVE PEGGY

HER MEDICATION,



   

                   

AND THEN I'LL BE BACK

TO DEAL WITH YOU.



   

                   

PBBT!



   

                   

[HYPERVENTILATING]



   

                   

[HYPERVENTILATING]



   

                   

PEG?



   

                   

GET OUT!



   

                   

LET'S HAVE A LITTLE

MEDICATION, ALL RIGHT?



   

                   

OH, YOU'RE JUST UPSET.



   

                   

NOW WHAT'S THE MATTER?



   

                   

EVERYTHING

WAS GOING SO WELL.



   

                   

GET OUT OF HERE,

YOU STINKING PIECE OF FLESH.



   

                   

DON'T SAY

THOSE THINGS, PEGGY.



   

                   

COME ON. THIS WILL

MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.



   

                   

GIVE ME YOUR ARM.



   

                   

OH, YOU TOUCHED ME!



   

                   

NOW MY FLESH IS ROTTING--



   

                   

THE TOUCH OF SCUM!



   

                   

STOP IT, PEGGY.



   

                   

DON'T MAKE ME

USE FORCE.



   

                   

NOW LET ME GIVE YOU

YOUR SHOT,



   

                   

OR I'LL HAVE TO CALL

THE HOSPITAL.



   

                   

STAY AWAY!



   

                   

OH, GOD! PEGGY, I'M GOING

TO HAVE TO COMMIT YOU AGAIN!



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

OHH!



   

                   

OHH...



   

                   

OHH.



   

                   

HELP!



   

                   

GRIZELDA,

HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME!



   

                   

HELP!



   

                   

HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!



   

                   

HELP ME!

PLEASE HELP ME!



   

                   

HELP ME!

PLEASE HELP ME!



   

                   

BACK OFF, ASSHOLE!



   

                   

OHH! OHH! OHH!



   

                   

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT,

MRS. GRAVEL?



   

                   

DID HE HURT YOU?



   

                   

NO, BUT HE TRIED.



   

                   

LOOK! LOOK,

HE'S ATTACKING!



   

                   

DOWN, BOY!

DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!



   

                   

DOWN!



   

                   

DOWN, DOWN, DOWN,

DOWN, DOWN!



   

                   

DOWN, DOWN!



   

                   

Peggy:

OHH! OH, GOD!



   

                   

MMM...UNH!



   

                   

HE--HE'S DEAD,

ISN'T HE?



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

OHH!



   

                   

WE'RE IN BIG TROUBLE NOW,

MRS. GRAVEL!



   

                   

OH, MY GOD!



   

                   

HE'S DEAD!



   

                   

OH, GOD! OHH!



   

                   

OH, GOD!



   

                   

OH, GOD!



   

                   

HURRY!



   

                   

HURRY!



   

                   

WHY DID YOU TELL ME

TO COME THIS WAY, GRIZELDA?



   

                   

YOU KNOW I HATE NATURE.



   

                   

LOOK AT THOSE DISGUSTING TREES

STEALING MY OXYGEN.



   

                   

OH, I CAN'T STAND THIS SCENERY

ANOTHER MINUTE.



   

                   

ALL NATURAL FORESTS



   

                   

SHOULD BE TURNED INTO

HOUSING DEVELOPMENTS.



   

                   

I WANT CEMENT



   

                   

COVERING EVERY BLADE

OF GRASS IN THIS NATION.



   

                   

DON'T WE TAXPAYERS

HAVE A VOICE ANYMORE?



   

                   

DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?



   

                   

THE POLICE ARE OUT

LOOKING FOR US, YOU KNOW.



   

                   

WE'RE GOING TO CAMP OUT

HERE OVERNIGHT.



   

                   

CAMP OUT?



   

                   

OH, NOT ME.



   

                   

OH, NOT ME.



   

                   

NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME,

MISS PEGGY GRAVEL.



   

                   

YOU BETTER

CALM YOURSELF DOWN



   

                   

BEFORE I HAUL OFF

AND SMACK YOU



   

                   

UPSIDE

YOUR WIDE, WIDE HEAD.



   

                   

WE KILLED YOUR HUSBAND,



   

                   

AND I AIN'T YOUR MAID

ANYMORE, BITCH.



   

                   

I'M YOUR

SISTER IN CRIME.



   

                   

PLEASE, DON'T SIT ON ME.



   

                   

OHH!



   

                   

OHH!



   

                   

UH-OH. HERE COME

THE HONKERS ALREADY.



   

                   

UH-OH. HERE COME

THE HONKERS ALREADY.



   

                   

OK, WITCHES,



   

                   

UP AGAINST THE CAR--



   

                   

ARMS UP ON THE CAR.



   

                   

ONE FALSE MOVE,



   

                   

AND YOUR HEAD WILL BE FLYING

THROUGH THEM TREES.



   

                   

WHAT IS THIS?

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?



   

                   

DOES IT LOOKING LIKE

I'M KIDDING, MAU MAU?



   

                   

OFFICER...



   

                   

I AM AN OUTPATIENT

FROM THE HOSPITAL,



   

                   

AND I'M VERY PRONE

TO ANXIETY ATTACKS,



   

                   

SO PLEASE TREAT ME

WITH THERAPEUTIC COURTESY.



   

                   

HA! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.



   

                   

THERE'S AN ALL-POINTS

BULLETIN OUT



   

                   

FOR BOTH OF YOU.



   

                   

YOU'RE PEGGY GRAVEL,

AND YOU KILLED YOUR HUSBAND.



   

                   

WHY, THAT'S

PREPOSTEROUS.



   

                   

WE WERE ABOUT

TO HAVE A PICNIC.



   

                   

DON'T GIVE ME

THAT SHIT.



   

                   

YOU WERE TRYING

TO ESCAPE TO MORTVILLE.



   

                   

I'VE NEVER HEARD OF NO

TOWN CALLED MORTVILLE.



   

                   

WELL, YOU SHOULD HAVE.



   

                   

YOU BELONG THERE.



   

                   

IT'S A SPECIAL TOWN

FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU TWO--



   

                   

PEOPLE WHO SHOULD BE

SO EMBARRASSED



   

                   

BY WHAT THEY'VE DONE.



   

                   

I JUST MIGHT LET YOU

GO THERE--



   

                   

THAT IS, IF YOU COOPERATE.



   

                   

WHAT DO WE HAVE

TO DO FOR YOU,



   

                   

SHERIFF SHIT FACE?



   

                   

SIT ON THAT CAR HOOD.

YOU'LL SEE.



   

                   

I'VE GOT SOMETHING

TO SHOW YOU FIRST.



   

                   

[BREATHING HEAVILY]



   

                   

[BREATHING HEAVILY]



   

                   

YOU LIKE LINGERIE?



   

                   

HOW DO YOU LIKE

THESE LITTLE NUMBERS?



   

                   

I SENT AWAY TO 'EM

FROM FREDERICK'S.



   

                   

THEY WAS EXPENSIVE.



   

                   

I LOVE THE FEEL OF

COLD NYLON ON MY BIG BUTT.



   

                   

WILL YOU PLEASE STOP IT?



   

                   

I HAVE NEVER FOUND

THE ANTICS OF DEVIANTS



   

                   

TO BE ONE BIT AMUSING.



   

                   

WHAT I LIKE BEST

IS A FRENCH KISS



   

                   

WHEN I'M ALL DRESSED.



   

                   

DON'T EXPECT NO KISS

FROM ME, LIVER LIPS.



   

                   

COME ON.

TAKE OFF YOUR UNDERPANTS.



   

                   

HAND 'EM OVER.



   

                   

I KNEW COPS WAS SICK,

BUT...



   

                   

I KNEW COPS WAS SICK,

BUT...



   

                   

AH!



   

                   

THESE ARE BIG ONES--



   

                   

A LITTLE PLAIN

FOR MY TASTE.



   

                   

A LITTLE PLAIN

FOR MY TASTE.



   

                   

NOW...



   

                   

I THINK

I'LL SLIP 'EM ON.



   

                   

AHH.



   

                   

[LAUGHS]



   

                   

[LAUGHS]



   

                   

HOW DOES THAT LOOK?



   

                   

PRETTY SEXY, HUH?



   

                   

NOW HOW ABOUT THAT KISS?



   

                   

IF I KISS YOU,



   

                   

WILL YOU LET US GO?



   

                   

YOU BET.



   

                   

I WANT A REAL WET ONE NOW.



   

                   

I WANT A REAL WET ONE NOW.



   

                   

GODDAMN GUM.

[SPITS]



   

                   

NOW, THAT WAS

AREALSOUL KISS.



   

                   

OK, BUSTER,

YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN.



   

                   

NOW, WHICH WAY

TO MORTVILLE?



   

                   

I AIN'T THROUGH YET.



   

                   

MRS. GRAVEL,



   

                   

I'D LIKE TO EXAMINE

YOURUNDERPANTS.



   

                   

I WILL NOT!



   

                   

I THOUGHT YOU WANTED

TO GO TO MORTVILLE.



   

                   

THEY LET KILLERS

LIVE THERE SCOT-FREE.



   

                   

THEY LET KILLERS

LIVE THERE SCOT-FREE.



   

                   

I HAVE NEVER BEEN

SO MORTIFIED



   

                   

IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.



   

                   

[BREATHING

HEAVILY]



   

                   

HERE, BLOSSOM.



   

                   

HA HA HA!



   

                   

[GROANS]



   

                   

THAT'S MORE LIKE IT.



   

                   

AH, THESE ARE

FROM BLOOMINGDALES.



   

                   

YOU'VE GOT GOOD TASTE.



   

                   

I THINK I'LL TRY TO FIT

MY BIG BUSINESS INTO THEM.



   

                   

HA HA HA HA!



   

                   

OOH! OOH.



   

                   

THEY'RE TIGHT,

BUT THEY SURE FEEL GOOD.



   

                   

NOW DO I GET

MY LITTLE KISS KISS?



   

                   

NO! PLEASE, NOT A KISS!



   

                   

I SWEAR I'LL GAG!



   

                   

MOUTH ME IF YOU MUST,

BUT NOT A KISS!



   

                   

COME ON, NOW.



   

                   

I'M ALL DRESSED UP

IN MY PRETTY UNDERTHINGS,



   

                   

AND I NEED A LITTLE

LIP SUCTION.



   

                   

I--



   

                   

I--



   

                   

AND NOW FOR THAT MOUTH.



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

[GROANS]



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

I'D LIKE TO STICK

MY WHOLE HEAD



   

                   

IN YOUR MOUTH



   

                   

AND LET YOU SUCK OUT

MY EYEBALLS.



   

                   

I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT,

WOULDN'T YOU?



   

                   

OHH! AHH!



   

                   

AHH! AHH!



   

                   

AHH! AHH!



   

                   

AHH! AHH!



   

                   

AHH! AHH!



   

                   

WHAT ARE YOU HOGS

LOOKING AT?



   

                   

THE SHOW'S OVER!

BEAT IT!



   

                   

MORTVILLE'S UP THAT WAY!



   

                   

FOLLOW THAT DIRT ROAD.



   

                   

GO AHEAD BEFORE

I HAUL YOUR ASS TO JAIL!



   

                   

AHH!



   

                   

AHH!



   

                   

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]



   

                   

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]



   

                   

[PLAYING HARMONICA]



   

                   

[PLAYING HARMONICA]



   

                   

I'LL TAKE A SLICE, PLEASE.



   

                   

AH, YOU WANT LEMON

MERINGUE OR CHOCOLATE?



   

                   

CHOCOLATE, HONEY.



   

                   

OK.



   

                   

Man: SHUT UP, MAN.



   

                   

THAT'LL BE

   CENTS.



   

                   

COULD YOU RECOMMEND

A ROOMING HOUSE



   

                   

WHERE WE COULD

SPEND THE NIGHT?



   

                   

[LAUGHS]



   

                   

[LAUGHS]



   

                   

I DON'T THINK

I LIKE IT HERE.



   

                   

IT'S FILTHY, AND

THE PEOPLE ARE REPULSIVE.



   

                   

WE HAVE NO CHOICE,

PEGGY,



   

                   

AND IT'S BETTER

THAN JAIL.



   

                   

I'LL TELL YOU,

GRIZELDA,



   

                   

THERE IS SOMETHING

WRONG HERE.



   

                   

LOOK AROUND YOU.



   

                   

IT'S A VILLAGE

OF IDIOTS.



   

                   

Woman: SOMEBODY HELP ME.



   

                   

Woman: SOMEBODY HELP ME.



   

                   

CAN'T YOU ACT NORMAL?



   

                   

JUST ACT NORMAL

FOR A CHANGE.



   

                   

JUST ACT NORMAL

FOR A CHANGE.



   

                   

Peggy:

OH, PLEASE.



   

                   

THERE MUST BE A QUALITY

COURT OR SOMETHING.



   

                   

I CAN'T GO

IN THAT HOG PEN.



   

                   

OH, SHUT UP.



   

                   

OH, SHUT UP.



   

                   

[BLOWS]

EW.



   

                   

[BLOWS]

EW.



   

                   

CAN I HELP YOU?



   

                   

WE WERE RAPED.

PLEASE, GIVE US SHELTER.



   

                   

YOU WERE RAPED?



   

                   

LOOK, DON'T PAY

NO ATTENTION TO HER.



   

                   

WE NEED TO RENT A ROOM.



   

                   

YOU GOT MONEY ON YOU?



   

                   

I'M A VERY WEALTHY

WOMAN.



   

                   

YEAH, AND

I'M CYBILL SHEPHERD.



   

                   

COME ON IN HERE. WE MIGHT

WORK SOMETHING OUT--



   

                   

THAT IS,

IF YOU GOT MONEY.



   

                   

THAT IS,

IF YOU GOT MONEY.



   

                   

MY NAME'S MOLE--



   

                   

MOLE McHENRY.



   

                   

I'M PEGGY GRAVEL.

IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU.



   

                   

[SPITS]     I'M GRIZELDA--

GRIZELDA BROWN.



   

                   

I'M PEGGY'S

PSYCHIATRIC NURSE.



   

                   

ROOM'S OUT BACK--



   

                   

NOTHING FANCY, BUT IT'S

A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD.



   

                   

COME ON,

I'LL SHOW YOU.



   

                   

COME ON,

I'LL SHOW YOU.



   

                   

SHH! MY GIRLFRIEND'S

SLEEPING.



   

                   

SHH! MY GIRLFRIEND'S

SLEEPING.



   

                   

[WATER RUNNING]



   

                   

YEAH, YOU'RE LUCKY

IT'S EMPTY.



   

                   

MY LAST TENANT SHOT HIMSELF

IN HERE LAST NIGHT.



   

                   

THAT DUMB FUCK

LEFT A MESS EVERYWHERE.



   

                   

THAT DUMB FUCK

LEFT A MESS EVERYWHERE.



   

                   

Peggy: OH!



   

                   

Peggy: OH!



   

                   

AW, DAMN,

IT STINKS IN HERE.



   

                   

[PEGGY COUGHS]



   

                   

WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

DO YOU WANT IT OR NOT?



   

                   

WILL HE BE REMOVED?



   

                   

YEAH, I'LL GET THE STIFF

OUT OF HERE,



   

                   

BUT DON'T THINK

I GOT TIME



   

                   

FOR ALL THE CHORES

IN THE WORLD.



   

                   

AND NO LINENS UNTIL

I SOAK THESE IN COLD WATER.



   

                   

AND WE AIN'T GOT

NO TOILETS IN MORTVILLE.



   

                   

HOW DO WE...



   

                   

I GUESS YOU'LL JUST HAVE

TO USE YOUR IMAGINATION.



   

                   

I SEE, I SEE.



   

                   

HOW MUCH CASH YOU GOT?

GIVE ME THAT!



   

                   

  BUCKS. HEY,

YOU ARE A RICH ONE.



   

                   

A LOTTERY TICKET.

WELL, I'LL TAKE THAT,



   

                   

AND I'LL WIN IT.



   

                   

WHAT'S THIS?

A BANK BOOK?



   

                   

A LOT OF GOOD

THAT'LL DO YOU HERE.



   

                   

THERE--THERE AREN'T

ANY BANKS IN MORTVILLE?



   

                   

THERE AIN'T NOTHING

HERE, LADY.



   

                   

NOBODY'S GOT

ONE RED CENT IN MORTVILLE,



   

                   

EXCEPT FOR THAT QUEEN.



   

                   

THE QUEEN?

CAN SHE HELP US?



   

                   

YOU GOT A LOT TO LEARN

ABOUT LIVING IN MORTVILLE.



   

                   

I THINK WE'D LIKE

TO TAKE THE ROOM.



   

                   

IT'S ALL YOURS,

SWEETHEART.



   

                   

YOU HUNGRY?



   

                   

YEAH.



   

                   

I THINK I'M GOING

TO EAT MYSELF SOME CHOW,



   

                   

AND I GOT

A LITTLE EXTRA.



   

                   

LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT

A BIG APPETITE.



   

                   

I'D BE HAPPY TO HELP

WITH THE PREPARATION.



   

                   

WELL, THIS ONE

TAKES THE CAKE.



   

                   

WELL, THIS ONE

TAKES THE CAKE.



   

                   

[SPITS]



   

                   

YOU BOTH SURE ARE

UGLY BITCHES.



   

                   

GO ON, SIT DOWN.



   

                   

HEY, MUFFY,

WE GOT COMPANY.



   

                   

WE REALLY HADN'T PLANNED

ON COMING HERE.



   

                   

WE'RE FROM

THE GUILFORD NEIGHBORHOOD



   

                   

IN BALTIMORE.



   

                   

I BEEN TO BALTIMORE

A FEW TIMES.



   

                   

SOME BURG.

I HATE IT.



   

                   

ALL THEM HILLBILLY FUCKS

LOOKING AT YOU.



   

                   

WELL, IF YOU WANT

TO KNOW THE TRUTH,



   

                   

WE HAD NO CHOICE

BUT TO COME TO MORTVILLE.



   

                   

WE'RE IN

A LOT OF TROUBLE.



   

                   

YOU SEE,

I'M QUITE PROMINENT,



   

                   

AND WE ACCIDENTALLY

KILLED MY HUSBAND.



   

                   

I DON'T CARE

WHAT YOU DID.



   

                   

NOBODY'S IN MORTVILLE

FOR A VACATION.



   

                   

WE ALL DID SOMETHING,

OR WE WOULDN'T BE HERE



   

                   

IN THE FIRST PLACE.



   

                   

DINNER'S SERVED.



   

                   

OHH. I'M REALLY

NOT THAT HUNGRY.



   

                   

I INVITED YOU TO DINNER,

AND YOU ACCEPTED.



   

                   

NOW YOU'LL EAT THIS



   

                   

IF I HAVE TO JAM IT DOWN

YOUR THROAT.



   

                   

MUFFY,

I CALLED YOU TO DINNER.



   

                   

DO I HAVE TO COME IN THERE

AND SMACK YOU?



   

                   

[YAWNS]



   

                   

YOU DON'T HAVE

TO SHOUT THE HOUSE DOWN.



   

                   

I HEARD YOU

ALL RIGHT ALREADY.



   

                   

THIS IS

MY GIRLFRIEND



   

                   

MUFFY ST. JACQUES--



   

                   

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

IN ALL OF MORTVILLE.



   

                   

HI.



   

                   

HI.



   

                   

THIS IS GRIZELDA

AND, UH...



   

                   

I FORGET YOUR NAME.



   

                   

PEGGY--

PEGGY GRAVEL.



   

                   

IT'S A PLEASURE.



   

                   

WE RENT THE ROOM

OUT BACK,



   

                   

SO I GUESS

WE'LL BE NEIGHBORS.



   

                   

OH, REALLY?



   

                   

WELL, I SLEEP IN THE ROOM

RIGHT NEXT TO YOU--NAKED.



   

                   

YOU'RE   MINUTES LATE

FOR DINNER, MUFFY.



   

                   

DON'T YOU REMEMBER

OUR LITTLE TALK



   

                   

ABOUT YOUR LAZINESS?



   

                   

ABOUT YOUR LAZINESS?



   

                   

I WAS HAVING

AN EROTIC DREAM.



   

                   

I WARNED YOU ABOUT

THINKING ABOUT MEN



   

                   

BEFORE

YOUR AFTERNOON NAP.



   

                   

DIRTY THOUGHTS

ABOUT DIRTY MEN



   

                   

BRING ON DIRTY DREAMS,



   

                   

AND YOU'RE

A DIRTY GIRL, MUFFY.



   

                   

MOLE, I CAN'T HELP

WHAT I THINK ABOUT.



   

                   

AFTER ALL,

IT'S NOT MY FAULT



   

                   

MR. SANDMAN IS NOT

A BULLDOZER LIKE YOU.



   

                   

I'M WARNING YOU,

MUFFY.



   

                   

MOLE, SOMETIMES

I NEED A MAN.



   

                   

I'M A MAN, MUFFY--



   

                   

A MAN TRAPPED

IN A WOMAN'S BODY.



   

                   

YEAH, MOLE,



   

                   

BUT YOU DON'T HAVE

THE SAME BIG DEAL.



   

                   

BUT YOU DON'T HAVE

THE SAME BIG DEAL.



   

                   

AAH! AAH!



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

UHH! UHH!



   

                   

TAKE IT BACK!



   

                   

OH, TAKE IT OUT!

IT HURTS!



   

                   

TAKE BACK

WHAT YOU SAID TO ME!



   

                   

OK, MOLE,

YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE.



   

                   

I LOVE YOU.

YOU'RE MY MAN.



   

                   

I'M ONLY QUEER FOR--OHH!



   

                   

THAT'S BETTER.



   

                   

YOU SEE, MUFFY KNOWS

HOW I FEEL ABOUT MEN.



   

                   

I'M NOT ONE TO BE

PUSHED OVER MY LIMIT.



   

                   

THAT HURT!



   

                   

Officer: GO!



   

                   

COME ON!



   

                   

COME ON!



   

                   

THERE THEY ARE.

DON'T MOVE, SCAG.



   

                   

YOU'RE BOTH UNDER ARREST



   

                   

BY THE ORDER OF HER

MAJESTY QUEEN CARLOTTA.



   

                   

ANYTHING YOU SAY



   

                   

COULD PUT YOU IN FRONT

OF THE FIRING SQUAD.



   

                   

TAKE IT EASY!

WE AIN'T FIGHTING YOU!



   

                   

HELP US!

PLEASE HELP US!



   

                   

OH, DON'T WORRY.



   

                   

STANDARD PROCEDURE

IN MORTVILLE.



   

                   

OFFICER,

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE



   

                   

A LITTLE CUP OF GIN

OR SOMETHING?



   

                   

STAY BACK,

PEASANT WOMAN!



   

                   

OHH!



   

                   

OHH!



   

                   

STAY RIGHT THERE.



   

                   

RIGHT THERE.

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE.



   

                   

[PEGGY SOBBING]



   

                   

COME ON,

COME ON.



   

                   

COME ON, COME ON.



   

                   

COME ON, YOU FATSO.



   

                   

GET UP IN THERE.



   

                   

[PEGGY SOBBING]



   

                   

[PEGGY SOBBING]



   

                   

[SOBBING]



   

                   

OH, PEGGY.



   

                   

PEGGY.



   

                   

PEGGY.



   

                   

PEGGY.



   

                   

MMM! MMM!



   

                   

OH, GRIZELDA,

I CAN'T.



   

                   

OH, PEGGY.



   

                   

PEGGY.



   

                   

PEGGY.



   

                   

LET'S GO!

COME ON!



   

                   

COME ON, GET OUT OF THERE.

COME ON. LET'S GO.



   

                   

COME ON.



   

                   

COME ON.



   

                   

COME ON.



   

                   

COME ON, GET UP THERE.

LET'S GO.



   

                   

COME ON, GET UP THERE.

LET'S GO.



   

                   

MOVE IT!



   

                   

MOVE IT!



   

                   

COME ON!



   

                   

[CHATTERING]



   

                   

HEY, BOYS, LOOK

WHAT I BROUGHT YOU!



   

                   

[GUARDS YELLING]



   

                   

[GUARDS YELLING]



   

                   

Guard: WE BROUGHT YOU

SOME FRESH MEAT!



   

                   

FRESH MEAT!



   

                   

Guard: GET DOWN

ON YOUR KNEES!



   

                   

Second guard: WE GOT

SOMETHING GOOD FOR YOU



   

                   

THIS TIME, GIRL.



   

                   

DON'T BE CRYING,

CRYBABY.



   

                   

DADDY'S NOT GOING

TO LEAVE YOU NOW.



   

                   

AAH! OW!



   

                   

Man: ASSHOLE.

ASSHOLE.



   

                   

Man: ASSHOLE.

ASSHOLE.



   

                   

[TRUMPETS]



   

                   

HER MAJESTY, THE HONORABLE

QUEEN CARLOTTA OF MORTVILLE.



   

                   

HER MAJESTY, THE HONORABLE

QUEEN CARLOTTA OF MORTVILLE.



   

                   

WELCOME TO MORTVILLE,

LADIES.



   

                   

I READ

IN THE BIG CITY PAPERS



   

                   

THAT YOU ARE WANTED

FOR MURDER!



   

                   

THE MURDER OF A CERTAIN

MR. BOSLEY GRAVEL.



   

                   

WE ONLY--



   

                   

YOU ARE INTERRUPTING

MY FLOW OF POWER!



   

                   

GIVE THESE PEASANTS A LITTLE

DINNER, LIEUTENANT WILSON.



   

                   

I BET THEY'RE HUNGRY AFTER

A LONG DAY OF BREAKIN' LAWS.



   

                   

HERE.

NICE LIVE ROACHES.



   

                   

OH, NO! NO!



   

                   

COME ON, EAT THESE

FUCKIN' THINGS!



   

                   

COME ON, EAT 'EM!

EAT 'EM!



   

                   

[PEGGY CHOKING]



   

                   

EAT 'EM, GOD DAMN IT!

EAT 'EM!



   

                   

EAT THESE THINGS!

EAT THESE ROACHES!



   

                   

OH!



   

                   

PLENTY OF THAT

FOR YOU, TOO, HONEY.



   

                   

COME ON, EAT 'EM!

EAT 'EM!



   

                   

SWALLOW THOSE

GODDAMN THINGS.



   

                   

EAT 'EM!



   

                   

[COUGHING]



   

                   

[SPITTING]



   

                   

NOW LISTEN TO ME, RIFFRAFF.



   

                   

EVERY WORD I EVER UTTER



   

                   

IS TO BE TAKEN AS A DIRECT

ROYAL PROCLAMATION,



   

                   

OR FACE DEATH

BY THE FIRING SQUAD.



   

                   

YES, MA'AM.



   

                   

MA'AM?! I'M

YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS,



   

                   

AND I DEMAND THAT YOU

ADDRESS ME AS SUCH!



   

                   

YES, YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS.



   

                   

LET'S SHOW THEM

WE'RE NOT KIDDING.



   

                   

BRING IN THE PRISONER,

LIEUTENANT WILSON.



   

                   

COME ON, YOU ROTTEN

SON OF A BITCH.



   

                   

YOU BASTARD.



   

                   

YOU BASTARD.



   

                   

ANY LAST WORDS, GOON FACE?



   

                   

YOU CAN LICK MY ROYAL

HEMORRHOIDS, YOU FAT PIG.



   

                   

OH! READY, AIM, FIRE!



   

                   

OH! READY, AIM, FIRE!



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

I ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN

CAREFULLY, RUBBISH.



   

                   

ROYAL PROCLAMATION

NUMBER ONE.



   

                   

[TRUMPETS]



   

                   

AS LONG AS YOU LIVE

IN MORTVILLE,



   

                   

YOU MUST ALWAYS

CONSIDER ME YOUR GOD,



   

                   

AND IF YOU EVER

SEE ME ON THE STREETS,



   

                   

FALL TO YOUR KNEES AND SHOUT,

"I HONOR YOU, QUEEN CARLOTTA!"



   

                   

ROYAL PROCLAMATION NUMBER  .



   

                   

[TRUMPETS]



   

                   

YOU MUST LIVE HERE

IN CONSTANT MORTIFICATION,



   

                   

SOLELY EXISTING TO BRING ME

AND MY TOURISTS



   

                   

MOMENTS OF ROYAL AMUSEMENT.



   

                   

I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE

FOR YOUR INCOME,



   

                   

YOUR LIVING CONDITIONS,



   

                   

OR YOUR PERSONAL HAPPINESS.



   

                   

HAVE I MADE MYSELF

PERFECTLY CLEAR?



   

                   

YES, YOUR ROYAL MAJESTY.



   

                   

AND YOU, MRS. GRAVEL,

MURDERESS?



   

                   

YOU'VE MADE YOURSELF

QUITE CLEAR.



   

                   

YOUR...



   

                   

YOUR ROYAL MAJESTY.



   

                   

SO BE IT!



   

                   

LIEUTENANT WILLIAMS,

TAKE THEM TO OUR UGLY EXPERT,



   

                   

AND GIVE THEM

A COMPLETE OVERHAUL,



   

                   

AND WHEN YOU WALK DOWN

THE STREETS OF MORTVILLE,



   

                   

MAKE SURE YOU'RE DRESSED

LIKE WHAT YOU REALLY ARE--



   

                   

TRASH!



   

                   

REMOVE THEM!



   

                   

Lieutenant: COME ON!

WE'RE NOT THROUGH HERE!



   

                   

Second lieutenant:

COME ON! GET ON YOUR FEET!



   

                   

COME ON! OUT!



   

                   

[ALL YELLING]



   

                   

OUT, OUT, OUT!



   

                   

OUT, OUT, OUT!



   

                   

AH. ARE MY DUTIES

OF DISCIPLINE



   

                   

EVER OVER,

LIEUTENANT WILSON?



   

                   

REMOVE ME

FROM THIS CONTRAPTION.



   

                   

I HONOR YOU,

QUEEN CARLOTTA.



   

                   

YES, I KNOW, I KNOW.



   

                   

GET ME INTO MY ROYAL COT

AND BE QUICK.



   

                   

GET ME INTO MY ROYAL COT

AND BE QUICK.



   

                   

COME ON, COME ON.

I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY.



   

                   

COME ON. HURRY, HURRY.



   

                   

COME ON. YES. COME ON.



   

                   

IF IT PLEASES THE QUEEN,

ROYAL SECURITY HAS REPORTED



   

                   

THAT THE PRINCESS COO-COO

HAS RETURNED TO THE CASTLE.



   

                   

SHE'S BEEN OUT ALL NIGHT AGAIN

WITH THAT GARBAGE MAN.



   

                   

THAT CHILD OF MINE'LL

BE THE DEATH OF ME YET.



   

                   

TAKE ME TO HER CHAMBERS.



   

                   

I HONOR YOU,

YOUR MAJESTY.



   

                   

BE QUICK. COME ON.

LET'S GO, LET'S GO.



   

                   

[HONKING HORN] GET OUT

OF THE WAY, OUT OF THE WAY!



   

                   

COME ON!



   

                   

COME ON! HURRY, HURRY!



   

                   

COME ON, COME ON!



   

                   

OUT OF THE WAY!

COME ON!



   

                   

GET OUT OF THE WAY.

COME ON. HURRY UP.



   

                   

All: I HONOR YOU,

QUEEN CARLOTTA.



   

                   

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

GET OUT OF THE WAY.



   

                   

COME ON, COME ON.

COME ON. HURRY.



   

                   

[CUCKOO CLOCK]



   

                   

[CUCKOO CLOCK]



   

                   

I'LL CALL YOU WHEN I NEED

YOU, LIEUTENANT WILSON.



   

                   

I HONOR YOU,

YOUR MAJESTY.



   

                   

COO-COO, I MUST HAVE

A LITTLE TALK WITH YOU.



   

                   

OH, LEAVE ME ALONE, MUMMY.

I'VE HAD A WONDERFUL EVENING,



   

                   

AND I DON'T WANT IT SPOILED

WITH YOUR NOSY NAGGING.



   

                   

A WONDERFUL EVENING

WITH A GARBAGE MAN?



   

                   

HE'S NOT

A GARBAGE MAN.



   

                   

HE JUST HELPS PICK UP TRASH

AT THE NUDIST COLONY.



   

                   

I HARDLY THINK

THAT A NUDIST JANITOR



   

                   

IS A PROPER ESCORT

FOR A ROYAL PRINCESS.



   

                   

I'M    YEARS OLD,

AND I CAN DATE WHO I PLEASE.



   

                   

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT

TO ORDER ME AROUND



   

                   

LIKE ONE

OF YOUR SUBJECTS.



   

                   

YOU MAY NOT REALIZE IT,

COO-COO,



   

                   

BUT YOU HAVE

AN AWESOME RESPONSIBILITY



   

                   

ON YOUR SHOULDERS.



   

                   

ONE DAY, ALL MORTVILLE

WILL BE YOURS,



   

                   

AND YOU MUST LEARN

TO RULE WITH DIGNITY.



   

                   

I DON'T WANT TO BE

QUEEN OF ANYWHERE!



   

                   

MOTHER, I WANT

TO MARRY HERBERT!



   

                   

HERBERT? IS THAT HIS NAME?



   

                   

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NAME.



   

                   

YOU WOULD STEP DOWN

FROM YOUR THRONE



   

                   

FOR THE LOVE

OF A MUTANT?



   

                   

BUT, MUMMY,

I LOVE HIM!



   

                   

WELL, I WON'T HAVE IT!



   

                   

I'M AFRAID I'M GOING TO

HAVE TO PUNISH YOU, COO-COO.



   

                   

YOU'RE FORBIDDEN

TO LEAVE YOUR ROOM



   

                   

UNTIL YOUR

  th BIRTHDAY!



   

                   

I WON'T STAY

IN THIS CASTLE!



   

                   

I LOVE HERBERT,

AND I'M GONNA MARRY HIM,



   

                   

AND YOU WON'T STOP ME!

[SNIFFLING]



   

                   

[SOBBING] NOW YOU'VE

GIVEN ME ANOTHER NOSEBLEED!



   

                   

I HATE THIS STUPID TOWN!

GET OUT OF HERE!



   

                   

LEAVE ME BE!



   

                   

Wilson: EXCUSE ME,

YOUR HIGHNESS.



   

                   

TAKE ME TO MY BEDROOM



   

                   

AND LOCK COO-COO UP

FOR THE NIGHT.



   

                   

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!



   

                   

COME ON. HURRY UP,

HURRY UP.



   

                   

THAT DAUGHTER OF MINE

IS A DELINQUENT.



   

                   

I'M GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE

DRASTIC STEPS WITH HER.



   

                   

I HONOR YOU,

QUEEN CARLOTTA.



   

                   

CAN YOU MAKE IT,

YOUR HIGHNESS?



   

                   

I SUPPOSE SO. UGH.



   

                   

I BELIEVE

IT'S YOUR NIGHT



   

                   

TO SERVICE ME,

LIEUTENANT WILSON.



   

                   

I'M ALWAYS EAGER,

YOUR HIGHNESS.



   

                   

OH, THAT LOVE MUSCLE.



   

                   

WHIP IT OUT

AND SHOW IT HARD.



   

                   

OOH. OH, COME ON, DADDY.

FUCK ME. COME ON. OOH.



   

                   

GLOW, LITTLE INCHWORM.

OH!



   

                   

LOOK AT THOSE BALLS!



   

                   

OH, DADDY! COME ON.

OOH, LOOK AT THAT POUT.



   

                   

YEAH. OOH, COME ON.



   

                   

OH, COME ON, LIEUTENANT.

I HAVEN'T GOT ALL NIGHT.



   

                   

COME ON. OH, COME ON.



   

                   

OOH! OOH! OH!



   

                   

[MOANING]



   

                   

DON'T BOTHER WITH THE HEAD.



   

                   

THE "V" OF MY CROTCH

IS WHAT NEEDS THE ATTENTION.



   

                   

BUT I CAN FUCK LIKE

A BANDIT, YOUR HIGHNESS.



   

                   

WELL, RUB MY SAFETY

DEPOSIT BOX, THEN.



   

                   

DIG FOR GOLD!

DIG FOR GOLD!



   

                   

OH, YOUR HIGHNESS!



   

                   

[YELLING]



   

                   

GO, DADDY!

GO ALL NIGHT!



   

                   

GET IT, GET IT, GET IT!



   

                   

GET IT!



   

                   

GET IT!



   

                   

Woman: PRETTY OUTFITS.



   

                   

Second woman:

HA HA HA!



   

                   

FUNNY, IS IT?

WELL, LET ME TELL YOU,



   

                   

I WOULDN'T WEAR

THIS OUTFIT TO A DOG FIGHT.



   

                   

MAYBE YOU TWO

HAVE RESIGNED YOURSELVES



   

                   

TO A SUBHUMAN LIFE

IN THIS SLUM OF A TOWN,



   

                   

BUT I, PEGGY GRAVEL,

HAVE NOT.



   

                   

YOU BETTER HUSH UP



   

                   

BEFORE MOLE

LOSES HER TEMPER



   

                   

AND SMACKS YOU.



   

                   

JUST SHUT UP, PEGGY.



   

                   

NO, I WON'T SHUT UP.

YOU SHUT UP!



   

                   

I'LL TELL YOU, MY BLUE BLOOD

IS ABOUT READY TO BOIL.



   

                   

HEY! YOU LISTEN

TO ME, WACKO.



   

                   

SEE THIS FIST?



   

                   

I'M ABOUT READY TO USE



   

                   

THAT HATCHET-FACE OF

YOURS AS A PUNCHING BAG.



   

                   

NOW SIT DOWN

AND SHUT UP!



   

                   

MOLE'S RIGHT, PEGGY.



   

                   

I AM SICK OF LISTENIN'

TO YOUR BITCHIN'.



   

                   

THE NEXT TIME YOU FEEL

A FIT COMIN' ON,



   

                   

GO OUTSIDE AND BITCH.



   

                   

BITCH AT THE AIR.

BITCH AT THE TREES.



   

                   

BUT DON'T BITCH AT US!



   

                   

BUT BITCHING ISN'T RELIEF

IF THERE'S NO ONE TO HEAR IT.



   

                   

WELL,

WE CAN'T ALL BE



   

                   

YOUR PSYCHIATRIST,

HONEY.



   

                   

WE'VE GOT PROBLEMS

OF OUR OWN.



   

                   

WELL, WHY ARE YOU

IN MORTVILLE?



   

                   

OH, IT'S A LONG

UGLY STORY.



   

                   

GO AHEAD, MUFFY.

TELL HER.



   

                   

MAYBE SHE'D STOP FEELIN'

SORRY FOR HERSELF.



   

                   

I WASN'T ALWAYS

LIKE THIS.



   

                   

OH, I MEAN, OF

COURSE I WAS ALWAYS



   

                   

VISUALLY STUNNING,



   

                   

BUT I WAS MARRIED

TO A MAN,



   

                   

AND I HAD A BABY

NAMED FREDDY.



   

                   

IT WAS ABOUT

  YEARS AGO,



   

                   

AND MY HUSBAND AND I

WERE JUST RETURNING



   

                   

FROM A COCKTAIL PARTY.



   

                   

FROM A COCKTAIL PARTY.



   

                   

Muffy: LET ME DRIVE!



   

                   

Husband: GET OFF!

I CAN DRIVE!



   

                   

ALWAYS TRYING

TO BOSS ME AROUND.



   

                   

YOU'RE DRUNK,

AS PER USUAL.



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

EVERY TIME WE STEP OUT OF

THE HOUSE, YOU GET DEAD DRUNK.



   

                   

WHEN YOU'RE

MARRIED TO A NAG,



   

                   

A MAN'S

GOT TO DRINK.



   

                   

FIRST I HAVE TO BE MORTIFIED

IN FRONT OF OUR FRIENDS.



   

                   

NOW I HAVE TO BE MORTIFIED

IN FRONT OF THE BABY-SITTER.



   

                   

I SUPPOSE I'LL

HAVE TO DRIVE HER HOME.



   

                   

I'LL TAKE HER.



   

                   

YEAH, YOU'LL TAKE HER

STRAIGHT TO THE GRAVEYARD.



   

                   

LET ME DRIVE!



   

                   

GET OFF! I'LL TAKE HER!



   

                   

Boy: CHECK IT OUT. HA!



   

                   

[GUITAR PLAYING]



   

                   

[KIDS SINGING]



   

                   

[DRUMS PLAYING]



   

                   

[KIDS YELLING]



   

                   

[KIDS YELLING]



   

                   

Husband: THIS MOTHERFUCKER

IS HAVING A LITTLE PARTY!



   

                   

Husband: THIS MOTHERFUCKER

IS HAVING A LITTLE PARTY!



   

                   

Muffy: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?



   

                   

Husband: WHAT IS THIS?



   

                   

[MAN SCREAMING]



   

                   

[MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY]



   

                   

[MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY]



   

                   

WHO ARE YOU?

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!



   

                   

WHO ARE YOU?

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!



   

                   

WHERE'S MY BABY?



   

                   

WHERE'S MY BABY?



   

                   

FREDDY!



   

                   

Husband: GET OUT OF MY

LIQUOR, YOU LITTLE PUNK!



   

                   

OH, FREDDY!

[MUSIC STOPS]



   

                   

OH, FREDDY!

[MUSIC STOPS]



   

                   

OH, MY GOD! HE'S GONE!



   

                   

[SOBBING]



   

                   

[SOBBING]



   

                   

OH, MY GOD!



   

                   

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

WITH MY BABY?



   

                   

I DON'T KNOW!

I'M TRIPPIN'!



   

                   

TRIPPIN'?

WHERE'S FREDDY?



   

                   

I THINK I PUT HIM

IN THE KITCHEN.



   

                   

THE KITCHEN?

OH, FREDDY! FREDDY!



   

                   

THE KITCHEN?

OH, FREDDY! FREDDY!



   

                   

[CRYING]

OH!



   

                   

OH, FREDDY! FREDDY!



   

                   

LITTLE FREDDY.

OH, BABY.



   

                   

HEY, GOT ANY DOWNERS?



   

                   

MY BABY.

YOU LITTLE TRAMP!



   

                   

MY BABY WAS IN

THE REFRIGERATOR!



   

                   

SO DON'T PAY ME!

DON'T PAY MEN, THEN.



   

                   

DON'T PAY YOU?

YOU LITTLE SNIP.



   

                   

OH, THAT'S

ALL RIGHT.



   

                   

OH, THAT'S

ALL RIGHT.



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

COME ON, BITCH.

EAT SOME DOG FOOD!



   

                   

NO!



   

                   

EAT IT! EAT IT!



   

                   

EAT IT! EAT IT!



   

                   

EAT IT, YOU BITCH!



   

                   

PUT MY BABY

IN THE REFRIGERATOR.



   

                   

EAT IT!



   

                   

MURDERER!



   

                   

MURDERER!



   

                   

OH, GOOD CHRIST.



   

                   

ARE YOU CRAZY?



   

                   

ARE YOU TRYING

TO KILL HER?



   

                   

GET YOUR STINKIN' LIQUOR

BREATH OUT OF MY FACE,



   

                   

YOU DRUNKEN SLOB!



   

                   

OH-HO-HO!



   

                   

OH-HO-HO!



   

                   

[MUFFY SOBBING]



   

                   

[MUFFY SOBBING]



   

                   

[STARTS ENGINE]



   

                   

[STARTS ENGINE]



   

                   

YOU!



   

                   

YOU!



   

                   

YOU CRAZY WOMAN!

YOU CRAZY--



   

                   

OPEN THIS WINDOW.

YOU CRAZY WOMAN.



   

                   

YOU SHOULD BE

IN A MENTAL HOSPITAL.



   

                   

YOU PISSY-ASS DRUNK!

GET AWAY FROM ME.



   

                   

TAKE YOUR ASS TO A.A.!



   

                   

GET OUT OF HERE,

YOU SLOB!



   

                   

GET OUT OF HERE.

DON'T TOUCH ME.



   

                   

GET OUT OF HERE.

DON'T TOUCH ME.



   

                   

AAH! AAH!



   

                   

I'M SORRY.



   

                   

AAH! AAH!



   

                   

[SOBBING]



   

                   

[SOBBING]



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

[SOBBING] I'VE NEVER

SEEN MY BABY AGAIN.



   

                   

THE PRESS STILL CALLS ME

THE DOG FOOD MURDERESS.



   

                   

I CAN NEVER GO BACK.



   

                   

I COULDN'T BEAR THE SHAME.



   

                   

[SNIFFLES] AND YOU, MOLE,

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?



   

                   

WELL, I'VE BEEN IN MORTVILLE

FOR    LONG YEARS,



   

                   

AND I'LL TELL YA,



   

                   

IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT

A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO.



   

                   

WHAT BROUGHT ME HERE



   

                   

WAS A CHAMPIONSHIP

WRESTLIN' MATCH.



   

                   

IT WAS BACK IN     



   

                   

AND I WAS FIGHTIN' UNDER

THE NAME OF RASTLIN' RITA,



   

                   

AND MY CHALLENGER

WAS BIG JIMMY DONG,



   

                   

THE HUMAN BLOCKHEAD.



   

                   

GOOD EVENING,

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.



   

                   

WELCOME TO RINGSIDE ARENA.



   

                   

TONIGHT'S MAIN EVENT--



   

                   

FEATURING BIG JIMMY DONG,



   

                   

THE HUMAN BLOCKHEAD.



   

                   

[CROWD CHEERS]



   

                   

[CROWD CHEERS]



   

                   

[ALL CHEERING]



   

                   

[ALL CHEERING]



   

                   

AND IN THE OPPOSITE CORNER,



   

                   

HIS OPPONENT RASTLIN' RITA!



   

                   

[CROWD BOOS]



   

                   

[CROWD BOOS]



   

                   

FUCK YOU!



   

                   

FUCK YOU!



   

                   

FUCK YOU!



   

                   

[ALL YELLING AND BOOING]



   

                   

[ALL YELLING AND BOOING]



   

                   

[SCREAMING]



   

                   

[SCREAMING]



   

                   

[ALL BOOING]



   

                   

[ALL BOOING]



   

                   

[YELLING]



   

                   

[YELLING]



   

                   

THAT ENDED MY PROFESSIONAL

RASTLIN' CAREER,



   

                   

AND I'VE BEEN HERE

EVER SINCE,



   

                   

SITTIN' IN MY OWN STINK AND

TRYIN' TO FIGURE A WAY OUT.



   

                   

BUT OUR LUCK'S GONNA

BE CHANGIN'. RIGHT, MUFF?



   

                   

RIGHT, MOLE, WE'RE

GONNA WIN THAT LOTTERY.



   

                   

I BELIEVE THAT WAS

OUR LOTTERY TICKET.



   

                   

IT WAS YOURS, BUT YOU

RENTED A ROOM, ASSWIPE.



   

                   

THAT TICKET'S MINE NOW.



   

                   

WELL, YOU BETTER

GIVE US OUR SHARE.



   

                   

WE NEED MONEY.

WE'RE NOT TRASH LIKE YOU.



   

                   

WE'RE NOT USED TO

THIS LOW-CLASS LIFE.



   

                   

I'LL WIPE THE FLOOR

WITH YOU!



   

                   

BREAK IT UP!

BREAK IT UP!



   

                   

RIP HER HEAD

RIGHT OFF!



   

                   

THOSE LOTTERY TICKETS

AIN'T NO GOOD NO WAY.



   

                   

THE ODDS ARE

A MILLION TO ONE.



   

                   

DON'T SAY THAT!



   

                   

YOU'LL HEX

OUR GOOD LUCK.



   

                   

I'M WARNIN' YOU BOTH.



   

                   

YOU BETTER STAY

OUT OF MY WAY,



   

                   

'CAUSE WHEN OLD MOLE

GETS MEAN,



   

                   

THERE'S NO TELLIN'

WHAT SHE'LL DO.



   

                   

PEGGY, I THINK

IT'S TIME FOR BED.



   

                   

NOW WE BOTH NEED

A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP.



   

                   

OH, I'LL SLEEP,

ALL RIGHT.



   

                   

MAYBE IN MY DREAMS I CAN FORGET

ABOUT THIS ROTTEN LITTLE TOWN



   

                   

AND ITS DISGUSTING

POPULATION.



   

                   

AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED,



   

                   

YOU TWO BELONG

IN MORTVILLE.



   

                   

OH!



    

                   

[COYOTE HOWLS]



    

                   

[COYOTE HOWLS]



    

                   

OH, THOSE BOSOMS

DRIVE ME BERSERK, BABY.



    

                   

[MOANING]



    

                   

[MOANING]



    

                   

THAT WAS AN UNH-UNH!



    

                   

THAT WAS AN UNH-UNH!



    

                   

PEGGY! OH, PEGGY!



    

                   

[MOANING]



    

                   

GO, PEGGY, GO!



    

                   

GET IT, PEGGY.

GET IT! GET IT!



    

                   

OH! OH, PEGGY.



    

                   

IT'S SO UNNATURAL!



    

                   

OH, GET IT!

JUST GET IT, PEGGY!



    

                   

BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW!



    

                   

JUST EAT IT, PEGGY.

EAT IT! EAT IT!



    

                   

IF IT'S GOOD ENOUGH

FOR GERTRUDE STEIN...



    

                   

EAT IT, PEGGY!



    

                   

OOH! AAH! AAH!



    

                   

[SCREAMING]



    

                   

[SCREAMING]



    

                   

[SCREAMING]



    

                   

[SCREAMING]



    

                   

WAKE UP! WAKE UP!



    

                   

[ALL YELLING]



    

                   

[ALL YELLING]



    

                   

LET'S GO!



    

                   

[SNORING]



    

                   

[MEN YELLING]



    

                   

Man: COME ON,

LET'S GO!



    

                   

Second man:

GET OUT OF BED!



    

                   

[POUNDING]



    

                   

Man: GET UP!



    

                   

WHAT THE FUCK

IS THAT NOW?



    

                   

[YELLING, POUNDING]



    

                   

[YELLING, POUNDING]



    

                   

Man: COME ON,

WAKE UP!



    

                   

ROYAL PROCLAMATION!



    

                   

ALL RESIDENTS MUST READ

THE ROYAL PROCLAMATION!



    

                   

HERE, STUPID. HA HA HA!



    

                   

HERE, STUPID. HA HA HA!



    

                   

[GROWLS]



    

                   

[GROWLS]



    

                   

HUH?



    

                   

YOU WON'T BELIEVE

THIS, MUFFY.



    

                   

THAT COW HAS GONE

TOO FAR THIS TIME.



    

                   

LISTEN TO THIS SHIT.



    

                   

"ROYAL PROCLAMATION.

QUEEN CARLOTTA



    

                   

"HAS PROCLAIMED TODAY

AS BACKWARDS DAY.



    

                   

"ALL RESIDENTS MUST WEAR

THEIR CLOTHES BACKWARDS



    

                   

"AND WALK BACKWARDS

AT ALL TIMES.



    

                   

"ANYONE WHO FAILS TO

PERFORM FOR THE TOURISTS



    

                   

WILL BE IMMEDIATELY

EXECUTED."



    

                   

OH, GOD!



    

                   

YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO WALK

AROUND BACKWARDS ALL DAY?



    

                   

LOOKS THAT WAY, MUFFY.



    

                   

OH, AND ON AN EMPTY

STOMACH YET.



    

                   

MOLE, I'M STARVING

TO DEATH.



    

                   

DITTO, DOLL FACE.



    

                   

DITTO, DOLL FACE.



    

                   

[GROANING]



    

                   

[GROANING]



    

                   

OH, THE CUPBOARD'S

BARE, MUFFY!



    

                   

OH, IT AIN'T RIGHT

TO WAKE UP



    

                   

HEARIN' YOUR OWN

STOMACH GROWLIN'.



    

                   

I GUESS WE'LL JUST HAVE TO

WAIT FOR THE FOOD DUMP.



    

                   

EVERYWHERE I LOOK'S

A BIG NOTHING!



    

                   

I'D EAT ANYTHING!



    

                   

I KNOW, MOLE. I'M SO HUNGRY

I COULD EAT CANCER.



    

                   

[MOLE GASPS]



    

                   

ISN'T THIS A GODSEND?



    

                   

PUSSY BROUGHT DADDY

SOME BREAKFAST!



    

                   

I HOPE THOSE OTHER TWO



    

                   

AREN'T EXPECTING

A CONTINENTAL BREAKFAST,



    

                   

'CAUSE OLD MOLE'S

GONNA CHOMP THIS DOWN



    

                   

IN ONE BIG BITE.



    

                   

IN ONE BIG BITE.



    

                   

OH. OOH.



    

                   

MARSHMALLOW.

OH, THAT LOOKS GOOD.



    

                   

MMM. AND CHEEZ-ITS

FOR MY LITTLE TUMMY.



    

                   

HA HA HA!



    

                   

MMM. MMM. THIS IS SO--

IT'S SO GOOD.



    

                   

MMM. HA HA HA HA.



    

                   

[TWEET]



    

                   

WELL, GOOD MORNING,

LITTLE BIRDY.



    

                   

YOU'RE A CUTE

LITTLE FELLA.



    

                   

WANT SOME PIZZA?



    

                   

WANT SOME PIZZA?



    

                   

I BET YOU'RE HUNGRY.



    

                   

YES. BIRDY,

BIRDY, BIRDY.



    

                   

I BET YOU FLEW

ALL THE WAY TO MORTVILLE



    

                   

JUST TO SEE BACKWARDS DAY,

DIDN'T YOU?



    

                   

WELL, YOU FLEW

INTO THE RIGHT WINDOW,



    

                   

'CAUSE I'M YOUR QUEEN.

YES.



    

                   

EXCUSE ME,

YOUR HIGHNESS,



    

                   

BUT PRINCESS COO-COO

HAS JUST ESCAPED



    

                   

FROM HER ROYAL BEDROOM.



    

                   

SHE WHAT?



    

                   

THAT LITTLE M.F.



    

                   

COME ON AND GET ME

INTO MY COT.



    

                   

BE QUICK, TOO.

COME ON.



    

                   

I HONOR YOU,

YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

I HONOR YOU,

YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

COME ON, YOU GOONS.

COME ON.



    

                   

GET ME INTO THAT COT.



    

                   

COME ON. LET'S HURRY,

LET'S HURRY.



    

                   

COME ON. LET'S HURRY,

LET'S HURRY.



    

                   

COME ON. LET'S GO,

LET'S GO. COME ON.



    

                   

COME ON.



    

                   

COME ON, YOU BIG APE.

HURRY UP, HURRY UP.



    

                   

COME ON. [GASPS]



    

                   

UGH. WHY, THAT UNGRATEFUL

LITTLE WHIPPERSNAPPER!



    

                   

SHE ESCAPED BY SHIMMYING

DOWN THIS ROPE OF SHEETS.



    

                   

ON BACKWARDS DAY YET?



    

                   

I WANT YOU MORONS

TO FIND HER,



    

                   

AND AS FOR

THAT GARBAGE MAN,



    

                   

I WANT HIM SHOT ON SIGHT.



    

                   

DAMN THAT HELLCAT

OF A DAUGHTER OF MINE.



    

                   

THAT GOOD-FOR-NOTHING,

SIMPLEMINDED SCALAWAG!



    

                   

DAMN, DAMN, DAMN IT!



    

                   

DAMN, DAMN, DAMN IT!



    

                   

OH, CHRIST.



    

                   

[MUFFY WHIMPERS]



    

                   

OH!



    

                   

PARDON ME.



    

                   

PARDON ME.



    

                   

WATCH IT, CLOWN!



    

                   

SORRY.



    

                   

SORRY.



    

                   

HI, MR. PAUL!



    

                   

HI, DOLL FACE!



    

                   

THIS BACKWARDS DAY'S

A LOT OF SHIT, AIN'T IT?



    

                   

SURE IS, MR. PAUL.

IT SURE IS.



    

                   

CAN WE COME?



    

                   

OH, FUCK.



    

                   

[LAUGHING]



    

                   

Grizelda: WAIT, WAIT!



    

                   

HA HA HA!



    

                   

WAIT FOR US!



    

                   

HA HA HA!



    

                   

HA HA HA!



    

                   

COME ON.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]



    

                   

SORRY! NUDISTS ONLY!

NO TOURISTS!



    

                   

SHINA, IT'S ME MUFFY!



    

                   

WELL, WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY



    

                   

IT WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

WOMAN IN MORTVILLE?



    

                   

HI, DARLIN'.

HEY, MR. MOLE.



    

                   

OH, THIS IS

GRIZELDA AND PEGGY.



    

                   

THEY'RE NEW

IN MORTVILLE.



    

                   

IT'S NICE

TO MEET YOU.



    

                   

SHINA, YOU GOT

TODAY'S PAPER AROUND?



    

                   

WE WANT TO SEE IF WE WON

THE MARYLAND LOTTERY.



    

                   

YOU KNOW NEWSPAPERS

ARE CONTRABAND,



    

                   

BUT I SURE HOPE

YOU DO WIN.



    

                   

THIS TOWN COULD STAND

A LITTLE GLAMOUR.



    

                   

I TELL YOU,

I'M GETTIN' FED UP.



    

                   

YEAH, WE'RE ALL

FED UP, SHINA.



    

                   

AT LEAST YOU DON'T

HAVE TO PARTICIPATE



    

                   

IN BACKWARDS DAY.



    

                   

I KNOW! I'M SURPRISED

THE QUEEN DIDN'T ORDER ME



    

                   

TO WEAR MY VAGINA

BACKWARDS.



    

                   

[ALL LAUGHING]



    

                   

EXCUSE ME, BUT

I MUST SEE HERBERT.



    

                   

HERBERT, MY LOVE.



    

                   

I HONOR YOU,

PRINCESS COO-COO.



    

                   

I HONOR YOU--



    

                   

OH, YOU DON'T

HAVE TO DO THAT.



    

                   

I'M NOT LIKE

MY MOTHER.



    

                   

I'M A NORMAL PERSON.

COME ON, NOW. GET UP.



    

                   

PLEASE, GET UP.



    

                   

HERBERT'S OUT THERE

SEARCHIN' FOR GARBAGE



    

                   

AS USUAL,

PRINCESS COO-COO,



    

                   

BUT I TELL YOU, IF YOU TWO

ARE HAVIN' AN AFFAIR,



    

                   

BE CAREFUL! THAT QUEEN

WILL CUT OFF YOUR EARS!



    

                   

LET HER DO IT, THEN.



    

                   

HERBERT DOESN'T CARE

IF I HAVE EARS.



    

                   

HE ONLY CARES

ABOUT MY MIND.



    

                   

HE ONLY CARES

ABOUT MY MIND.



    

                   

HERBERT!



    

                   

COO-COO! COO-COO!



    

                   

OH, COO.



    

                   

I WORSHIP THE GROUND

YOU WALK ON.



    

                   

I COULDN'T KEEP MY MIND

ON MY WORK ALL MORNIN'.



    

                   

EVERY PIECE OF TRASH

I HAD TO PICK UP



    

                   

REMINDED ME OF YOU.



    

                   

AN OLD CANDY WRAPPER MADE ME

THINK OF HOW SWEET YOU ARE.



    

                   

A SNOTTY KLEENEX MADE ME

REALIZE HOW MUCH I'D CRY



    

                   

IF WE EVER HAD TO PART.



    

                   

AN OLD RUBBER MADE ME THINK

OF ALL THE NIGHTS OF EROS



    

                   

WE HAVE BEFORE US.



    

                   

I LOVE YOU, COO-COO.



    

                   

OH, HERBERT.

I MASTURBATED



    

                   

   TIMES LAST NIGHT

JUST THINKIN' OF YOU,



    

                   

AND WHEN I FINALLY

DID FALL ASLEEP,



    

                   

MY DREAMS

WERE NOT EXACTLY DRY.



    

                   

TAKE ME NOW, HERBERT.



    

                   

TAKE ME IN FRONT

OF THE WHOLE TOWN!



    

                   

TAKE ME IN FRONT

OF THE WHOLE TOWN!



    

                   

[GUNFIRE]



    

                   

OH, MY GOD!

OH, NO, NO!



    

                   

OH, JESUS.



    

                   

AAH!



    

                   

AAH!



    

                   

OH, NO! WHAT HELL LAYS

IN STORE FOR US NOW?



    

                   

I DON'T KNOW. WILL YOU

JUST KEEP UP WITH MOLE?



    

                   

[ALL TALKING]



    

                   

[ALL TALKING]



    

                   

[MUSIC PLAYING]



    

                   

[MUSIC PLAYING]



    

                   

HOW DO YOU

LIKE THAT?



    

                   

HOW DO YOU

LIKE THAT?



    

                   

GET HIM, GIRL!

YEAH!



    

                   

WHAT KIND OF A BAR

IS THIS?



    

                   

WHO ASKED YOU TO SIT

WITH US, ANYWAY?



    

                   

WELL, I HAVE TO USE

THE LADIES ROOM.



    

                   

THE PISS HOLE'S

OUT BACK.



    

                   

I'LL SAVE YOUR SEAT

FOR YOU.



    

                   

I'LL SAVE YOUR SEAT

FOR YOU.



    

                   

Peggy: OH!



    

                   

Woman: OVER HERE, BABY!

SIT ON MY FACE!



    

                   

STOP IT! NO!

OH, GOD! NO!



    

                   

SIT ON MY FACE

OVER HERE!



    

                   

NO! STOP!

LEAVE ME ALONE!



    

                   

NO! STOP!

LEAVE ME ALONE!



    

                   

OH, LOOKIN' FOR

SOME ACTION?



    

                   

OH, NO! NO!

COME ON!



    

                   

LEAVE ME ALONE!

LEAVE ME ALONE!



    

                   

LEAVE ME ALONE!

COME ON!



    

                   

IT WON'T HURT.



    

                   

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!

COME ON!



    

                   

NO! GO AWAY!

LEAVE ME--



    

                   

WE'LL HAVE

A GOOD TIME.



    

                   

LEAVE ME ALONE!

STOP! STOP! STOP!



    

                   

OH, GOD! NO!



    

                   

COME ON,

LEAVE ME ALONE!



    

                   

I WANNA--

GO AWAY!



    

                   

LEAVE ME ALONE!

FREAK.



    

                   

PLEASE,

JUST GO AWAY.



    

                   

JUST GO AWAY.



    

                   

JUST GO AWAY.



    

                   

AAH! OH, GOD!



    

                   

OH, PLEASE JUST GO AWAY!

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!



    

                   

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE,

PLEASE!



    

                   

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!



    

                   

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!



    

                   

OH, GOD! NO!



    

                   

OH, GOD! NO!



    

                   

[WOMEN CHEERING]



    

                   

[WOMEN CHEERING]



    

                   

Woman: FLIPPER! YEAH!



    

                   

OH, GOD! GET OFF!



    

                   

OH, GOD! GET OFF!



    

                   

[YELLING]



    

                   

I'M NOT TRYING

TO BE RUDE, REALLY,



    

                   

BUT I CAN'T STAY

IN HERE ANY LONGER.



    

                   

AH, WHAT'S THE MATTER?

DON'T YOU LIKE FUN?



    

                   

THIS IS NOT

MY IDEA OF FUN.



    

                   

GRIZELDA,

PLEASE WALK ME



    

                   

BACK TO THE HOUSE.



    

                   

OH, LOOSEN UP A BIT.



    

                   

I HAVE NO DESIRE TO

BE A LOOSE PERSON,



    

                   

AND YOU SHOULD

STOP DRINKING



    

                   

BEFORE YOU GET

DEAD DRUNK.



    

                   

OH, COME ON.

I'LL WALK YOU BACK.



    

                   

I DON'T GET YOU,

PEGGY.



    

                   

YEAH,

YOU LEECH ONTO US



    

                   

AND THEN ALL YOU DO

IS COMPLAIN.



    

                   

LET THE LITTLE

BABIES GO HOME.



    

                   

BOY, IF YOU

DON'T LIKE THIS BAR,



    

                   

THERE IS REALLY

SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU.



    

                   

KILL HIM, FLIP!



    

                   

Woman: GET HIM, FLIP!



    

                   

[CHEERING]



    

                   

[CHEERING]



    

                   

GET HIM, FLIPPER!



    

                   

GET HIM, FLIPPER!



    

                   

[BOTTLE BREAKS]



    

                   

[ALL YELLING, FIGHTING]



    

                   

[ALL YELLING, FIGHTING]



    

                   

HIT HIM! COME ON,

YOU GUYS!



    

                   

HIT HIM! COME ON,

YOU GUYS!



    

                   

HA HA HA.

BYE-BYE, SWEETIE.



    

                   

SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY.

SAME TIME, SAME PLACE.



    

                   

BYE!



    

                   

BYE!



    

                   

WHOO! MM-HMM.



    

                   

WHOO! MM-HMM.



    

                   

YOU LAZY BITCH!



    

                   

I'M OUT WORKIN'

MY TAIL OFF ALL DAY,



    

                   

AND YOU'RE IN THERE

FUCKIN' MIDGETS.



    

                   

ISN'T THAT THE PITS?



    

                   

OH, FLIPPER, NOW

DON'T START THAT SHIT.



    

                   

SHE'S JUST AN OLD

FRIEND OF MINE.



    

                   

HEY, COME ON, NOW.

GET IN HERE.



    

                   

COME ON. COME ON.



    

                   

FRIEND, MY ASS.



    

                   

YOU'VE TURNED

MY APARTMENT



    

                   

INTO YOUR OWN

PRIVATE PASSION PIT.



    

                   

HAVEN'T YOU?



    

                   

HEY, YOU BETTER

CRAM IT, FLIPPER.



    

                   

NOT IN FRONT

OF COMPANY.



    

                   

SORRY IF WE

INTERRUPTED ANYTHING.



    

                   

OH, YOU DIDN'T INTERRUPT

ANYTHING, MOLE.



    

                   

FLIPPER'S SO JEALOUS. SHE

THINKS THE TOILETS I SIT ON



    

                   

IS HER COMPETITION.

NOW WHAT CAN I DO FOR YA?



    

                   

WE'RE TRYIN' TO FIND

TODAY'S PAPER.



    

                   

YOU GOT ONE,

SHOTSIE?



    

                   

YEAH, YEAH. I GOT ONE

AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE.



    

                   

JUST WAIT

A MINUTE HERE.



    

                   

JUST WAIT

A MINUTE HERE.



    

                   

Shotsie: HEY,

ALL RIGHT. HERE YOU GO.



    

                   

Shotsie: HEY,

ALL RIGHT. HERE YOU GO.



    

                   

THERE IT IS.



    

                   

OH, THERE IT IS.



    

                   

"MARYLAND

LOTTERY LISTINGS."



    

                   

HERE THEY ARE.



    

                   

"O- - - - ...



    

                   

 - - !"

WE DID IT, MUFFY!



    

                   

AAH!



    

                   

WE'RE RICH!



    

                   

I WANT MY OWN--



    

                   

AAH! WE WON

$    . OW!



    

                   

THANK YOU, GOD!



    

                   

SHUT UP, MUFFY.

SHUT UP.



    

                   

SHUT UP, MUFFY.

SHUT UP.



    

                   

LOOK AT ALL THOSE

DUMMIES.



    

                   

COME ON, YOU APES.

HURRY UP.



    

                   

HURRY UP. COME ON.

LET'S BE QUICK.



    

                   

HURRY UP. COME ON.

LET'S BE QUICK.



    

                   

Queen: LOOK AT

THOSE DUMMIES.



    

                   

[ALL MUTTERING]



    

                   

[ALL MUTTERING]



    

                   

ATTENTION!

ATTENTION!



    

                   

THE HONORABLE QUEEN

CARLOTTA OF MORTVILLE!



    

                   

Man: I HONOR YOU...



    

                   

Woman: WE HONOR YOU,

QUEEN CARLOTTA.



    

                   

HAIL QUEEN CARLOTTA!



    

                   

HAIL QUEEN CARLOTTA!



    

                   

Man: I HONOR YOU,

QUEEN CARLOTTA.



    

                   

Queen: OUT OF MY WAY!

COME ON!



    

                   

Man: WE HONOR YOU,

QUEEN CARLOTTA.



    

                   

Second man: I HONOR YOU,

QUEEN CARLOTTA.



    

                   

HEY, MORONS, YOU GOT

YOUR CLOTHES ON BACKWARDS.



    

                   

HA HA HA!



    

                   

HA HA HA!



    

                   

OH, GOSH. THIS IS FUN.



    

                   

HI, STUPID! HI, UGLY!



    

                   

HA HA HA!



    

                   

OH. EW.



    

                   

THAT SENILE OLD CUNT.



    

                   

I WISH I HAD A RIFLE



    

                   

WITH A TELESCOPIC

LENS IN IT.



    

                   

I'D HELP YOU

PULL THE TRIGGER, MOLE.



    

                   

SQUEAKY FROMME,



    

                   

WHERE ARE YOU

WHEN WE NEED YOU?



    

                   

I CAN'T RESIST.



    

                   

THAT HOG FACE



    

                   

IS TOO MUCH OF A MOVING

TARGET TO IGNORE.



    

                   

IS TOO MUCH OF A MOVING

TARGET TO IGNORE.



    

                   

GOD DAMN IT!

WHO THREW THAT?



    

                   

GOD DAMN IT.



    

                   

OH, HERBERT.

WE'RE SAFE NOW.



    

                   

I'M SORRY I HAD TO

DRAG YOU ALL THAT WAY,



    

                   

BUT THOSE SILLY NUDISTS

WANTED TO BURY YOU.



    

                   

BUT THOSE SILLY NUDISTS

WANTED TO BURY YOU.



    

                   

OH, I LOVE YOU, TOO,

MY DARLING.



    

                   

MOTHER CAN'T HURT US NOW.



    

                   

WE'LL GET MARRIED TONIGHT.



    

                   

OH, YOU DON'T

LOOK SO WELL.



    

                   

I HOPE YOU PERK UP

FOR OUR HONEYMOON.



    

                   

I HOPE YOU PERK UP

FOR OUR HONEYMOON.



    

                   

WHAT THE HELL

IS THIS?



    

                   

OH, I'M SORRY. I KNOW IT'S

RUDE TO BRING MY LOVER HERE,



    

                   

ESPECIALLY SINCE

I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU,



    

                   

BUT MY MOTHER'S ARMY'S

TRYING TO KILL MY HERBERT.



    

                   

YOUNG WOMAN, THAT MAN

IS ALREADY DEAD.



    

                   

NO, HE'S NOT.

HE'S JUST ASLEEP.



    

                   

AREN'T YOU, HERBERT?

SAY HI TO THE NICE LADIES.



    

                   

YOU'D BETTER GET

YOUR LILY-WHITE ASS



    

                   

OUT OF HERE

BEFORE WE ALL GET SHOT.



    

                   

OH, PLEASE DON'T

KICK ME OUT.



    

                   

THOSE SOLDIERS

ARE LOOKING FOR ME,



    

                   

AND MY MOTHER'LL

LOCK ME UP IN THE CASTLE



    

                   

IF SHE FINDS ME.



    

                   

YOU OBVIOUSLY BELONG

IN A MENTAL HOSPITAL.



    

                   

LOOK WHO'S CALLIN'

THE KETTLE BLACK.



    

                   

SHE'S JUST UPSET.

NOW BE EASY ON HER.



    

                   

I WILL NOT!



    

                   

I DON'T WANT SOME RENEGADE

NECROPHILE PRINCESS



    

                   

AS MY ROOMMATE.



    

                   

IT'S JUST

FOR A FEW DAYS.



    

                   

DON'T BE SO SELFISH.



    

                   

SELFISH?

I'LL SHOW YOU SELFISH.



    

                   

GET OUT OF HERE,

MONGOLOID!



    

                   

TAKE YOUR STINKING CORPSE

OF A BOYFRIEND WITH YOU.



    

                   

[SOBBING] OH, HERBERT, THIS

LADY'S BEING SO MEAN TO ME.



    

                   

DON'T CRY, PRINCESS.



    

                   

I'LL TRY AND

HELP YOU SOME WAY.



    

                   

I'LL TRY AND

HELP YOU SOME WAY.



    

                   

THERE, THERE. EVERYTHING'S

GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.



    

                   

GO AHEAD. FEEL HER UP,



    

                   

JUST LIKE YOU DID TO ME.



    

                   

FIND 'EM, FEEL 'EM,

FUCK 'EM, FORGET 'EM!



    

                   

IS THAT YOUR NEW MOTTO?



    

                   

ZIP THAT GAPING HOLE

OF A MOUTH UP, PEGGY,



    

                   

BEFORE I PLUG IT UP

WITH MY FIST.



    

                   

YOU'RE JUST LIKE

ALL THE REST



    

                   

OF THE COMMON DYKES

IN THIS TOWN.



    

                   

AAH!



    

                   

WHAT THE HELL

DO YOU MEAN, DYKE?



    

                   

A FAT DYKE!

FAT DYKE!



    

                   

HELP, POLICE!



    

                   

THE PRINCESS IS

IN MY HOUSE! HELP!



    

                   

YOU'RE UNDER ARREST

BY ORDER OF HER HIGHNESS



    

                   

THE QUEEN CARLOTTA.



    

                   

OK.



    

                   

AAH!



    

                   

[GUNSHOT]



    

                   

OUT! AAH!



    

                   

WHAT'S GOIN' ON

IN HERE?



    

                   

[SHOUTING]



    

                   

[SHOUTING]



    

                   

WHAT'S HAPPENING

IN HERE?



    

                   

[YELLING]



    

                   

[YELLING]



    

                   

[GOON SCREAMS]



    

                   

[GRIZELDA SCREAMS]



    

                   

AAH!



    

                   

AAH!



    

                   

[GOON GROANING,

PRINCESS CRYING]



    

                   

[GOON GROANING,

PRINCESS CRYING]



    

                   

[PRINCESS SOBBING]

HERBERT!



    

                   

COME ON,

YOU LITTLE BITCH.



    

                   

GET OUT OF THERE.

GET UP.



    

                   

YOUR MOTHER'S

WAITIN' TO SEE YOU.



    

                   

HERBERT!



    

                   

COME ON!



    

                   

COME ON!



    

                   

THOSE SNOTTY BITCHES

GOT A LOT OF NERVE



    

                   

WRECKIN'

OUR GUEST HOUSE.



    

                   

I KNEW I

SHOULD'VE GOTTEN



    

                   

A SECURITY DEPOSIT

FROM THOSE ASSHOLES.



    

                   

YEAH. YOU LET RIFFRAFF IN,



    

                   

AND THEY BRING THE NEIGHBORHOOD

DOWN EVERY TIME.



    

                   

LOOK, BABY, I GOT TO GET

MY ASS INTO BALTIMORE



    

                   

TO CLAIM OUR MONEY

AND DO SOME SHOPPIN'.



    

                   

WILL YOU BE ALL RIGHT

WHILE I'M GONE?



    

                   

OH, SURE. I'LL BE FINE,

BUT YOU BE CAREFUL.



    

                   

ALL RIGHT, THEN.

LOCK THOSE DOORS



    

                   

AND DON'T FUCK ANY MEN.



    

                   

AND DON'T FUCK ANY MEN.



    

                   

OH, GO!

GO TAKE IT OFF!



    

                   

LET'S SEE SOME ASS!



    

                   

OH, OH, OH!

STRIP FASTER!



    

                   

LET'S SEE

SOME PRIVATE AREAS.



    

                   

YEAH! YEAH!



    

                   

OH, I SEE LONDON.

OH, I SEE FRANCE.



    

                   

OH, SPREAD THOSE LEGS,

BABY!



    

                   

OOH! YES, SIRREE!

A HOLLYWOOD LOVE!



    

                   

COME ON. THAT LOVE MUSCLE,

I WANT TO SEE IT.



    

                   

[MOANING]



    

                   

COME ON OVER HERE

WITH THAT THING.



    

                   

COME ON OVER HERE

WITH THAT THING.



    

                   

YOU'RE

A WICKED LITTLE BOY!



    

                   

GET ME ALL HEATED UP,

AREN'T YOU?



    

                   

I'M GONNA HAVE

TO GIVE YOU A SPANKIN'.



    

                   

I'VE BEEN A BAD LITTLE BOY,

HAVEN'T I, YOUR HIGHNESS?



    

                   

YOU CERTAINLY HAVE,

GROGAN.



    

                   

NOW, GET UP HERE

WITH THAT BEHIND.



    

                   

COME ON, OVER MY KNEE,

YOU LITTLE BASTARD!



    

                   

COME ON, OVER MY KNEE,

YOU LITTLE BASTARD!



    

                   

THIS'LL TEACH YOU

TO AROUSE ROYALTY!



    

                   

OHH! AHH!



    

                   

HARDER! HARDER!



    

                   

OH! OHH!



    

                   

UHH! UHH! UHH!



    

                   

OH! OHH! OH!



    

                   

MAY I GET UP, YOUR MAJESTY?



    

                   

YES, GET UP, STUPID.



    

                   

I HOPE YOU DIDN'T LEAVE

NO PECKER TRACKS ON MY GOWN.



    

                   

MAY I GET DRESSED,

YOUR MAJESTY?



    

                   

YES, PLEASE DO.



    

                   

YOUR BODY HAS

A CERTAIN ODOR ABOUT IT



    

                   

THAT ALWAYS ANNOYS ME!



    

                   

AN ODOR,

YOUR MAJESTY?



    

                   

YES, A WRETCHED STENCH.



    

                   

I WASH DAILY,

YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

WELL, WASH HARDER

IN THE FUTURE.



    

                   

THERE IS

A NOTICEABLEODOR ZONE



    

                   

SOMEWHERE ON YOUR BODY,



    

                   

AND I'D APPRECIATE IT

IF YOU COULD LOCATE IT



    

                   

AND DEODORIZE IT.



    

                   

I'LL TRY AND CORRECT IT,

YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

OH, WE CAN'T

ALL BE PERFECT,



    

                   

LIEUTENANT GROGAN.



    

                   

COME ON OVER HERE

AND SIT BESIDES MY FEET.



    

                   

I HONOR YOU,

QUEEN CARLOTTA.



    

                   

I HONOR YOU,

QUEEN CARLOTTA.



    

                   

Queen: YOU HONOR ME,



    

                   

BUT CERTAIN COMMONERS

IN THIS TOWN



    

                   

OBVIOUSLY DON'T.



    

                   

SOMEONE THREW A MUDBALL

AT ME TODAY.



    

                   

IF ONLY I HAD A LITTLE

PINK BUTTON TO PUSH



    

                   

THAT COULD WIPE OUT

THIS TOWN.



    

                   

TELL ME,

IS IT POSSIBLE



    

                   

TO GET ME

A HYDROGEN BOMB?



    

                   

I DOUBT IT,

YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

HOW ABOUT GERM WARFARE?



    

                   

DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING

ABOUT THAT?



    

                   

YOU MEAN POISONING

THE POPULATION?



    

                   

YES, THAT SOUNDS LIKE

A FUN PROJECT.



    

                   

HOW ABOUT RABIES?



    

                   

COULD WE SPREAD THAT

DISEASE INEXPENSIVELY?



    

                   

I THINK SO, YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

ALL WE NEED

IS SOME RABID BAT PUS



    

                   

TO MAKE A SERUM.



    

                   

FINE! LET'S TRY IT.



    

                   

RABID BAT PUS,



    

                   

AND LET'S PUT IN

A LITTLE RAT PISS



    

                   

FOR GOOD LUCK.



    

                   

YOU'RE A GENIUS,

YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

I KNOW. I KNOW.



    

                   

[CREAKING]



    

                   

YOU LET ME

OUT OF HERE, MOMMY!



    

                   

YOU MURDERESS!

YOU RAT!



    

                   

STINKING FASCIST SLUG!



    

                   

STINKING FASCIST SLUG!



    

                   

SWINE.



    

                   

SWINE.



    

                   

WHAT DO I TELL YOU?



    

                   

OH! OH! W-WHAT--



    

                   

YOUR MAJESTY, HERBERT

THE GARBAGE MAN IS DEAD,



    

                   

AND THANKS TO THIS

NOBLE PEASANT WOMAN,



    

                   

WE HAVE CAPTURED COO-COO



    

                   

AND RETURNED HER

TO THE CASTLE.



    

                   

RELEASE THE PRISONERS!



    

                   

OH, THANK YOU,

YOUR WONDERFUL MAJESTY!



    

                   

YOU BILIOUS

BALL OF BLUBBER!



    

                   

YOU ROTTEN, STINKING--



    

                   

COME ON, GET BACK HERE!



    

                   

Queen: THAT'S

THE LAST STRAW, COO-COO!



    

                   

I HEREBY PROCLAIM--



    

                   

[TRUMPET BLARING]



    

                   

OH, SHUT UP.



    

                   

I HEREBY PROCLAIM



    

                   

THAT YOU ARE NO LONGER

THE PRINCESS OF MORTVILLE.



    

                   

YOU'LL BE GANG-RAPED

BY MY SOLDIERS,



    

                   

INJECTED WITH RABIES,



    

                   

AND EXILED TO

THE STREETS OF MORTVILLE



    

                   

WHERE YOU BELONG!



    

                   

I CONSIDER THAT

AN HONOR,



    

                   

YOUR ROYAL HOGNESS,



    

                   

TO ONCE AND FOR ALL

BE FREED



    

                   

FROM THIS MOCKERY

OF A MONARCHY.



    

                   

I WILL NEVER LIVE DOWN



    

                   

THE SHAME

OF MY INHERITED NAME,



    

                   

BUT I WILL DO MY BEST



    

                   

TO SEE THAT YOU TOPPLE

FROM THE THRONE.



    

                   

[SPITS]



    

                   

SEIZE HER AND FUCK HER!



    

                   

YEAH!

YEAH!



    

                   

YEAH!

YEAH!



    

                   

Coo-Coo: AAH!



    

                   

[CHEERING AND YELLING]



    

                   

[CHEERING AND YELLING]



    

                   

THAT WAS A COURAGEOUS

DECISION, YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

YOU MAY STAND,

MRS. GRAVEL.



    

                   

YOU MAY STAND,

MRS. GRAVEL.



    

                   

I APPRECIATE YOUR HELP



    

                   

IN CAPTURING

MY DAUGHTER.



    

                   

LOYALTY TO THE QUEEN



    

                   

SOMETIMES RESULTS

IN REWARDS.



    

                   

LET ME BE THE NEW PRINCESS,

YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

I HAVE SEEN

THE HUMAN TRASH OF MORTVILLE,



    

                   

AND I SHARE YOUR CONTEMPT

FOR THIS TOWN.



    

                   

MY SUBJECTS ARE BENEATH

CONTEMPT, MRS. GRAVEL.



    

                   

DEALING WITH THE POOR PEOPLE

IS A WASTE OF TIME.



    

                   

ONLY THE RICH SHOULD BE

ALLOWED TO LIVE!



    

                   

I LIKE YOUR POLITICS,

MRS. GRAVEL.



    

                   

AND TO TELL THE TRUTH,



    

                   

I NEED A WOMAN LIKE YOURSELF

TO FOLLOW IN MY FOOTSTEPS.



    

                   

IF YOU LOOKED ALL OVER

THIS LAND, YOUR MAJESTY,



    

                   

I DOUBT YOU'D FIND

A WOMAN AS VICIOUS AS I.



    

                   

WE'LL GIVE YOU A TRIAL RUN.



    

                   

YOUR FIRST DUTY WILL BE

TO HELP MY SOLDIERS



    

                   

SPREAD RABIES

TO EVERYONE IN TOWN.



    

                   

DO YOU THINK

YOU CAN HANDLE THAT?



    

                   

OH, YES, YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

AND I KNOW JUST THE PERSON



    

                   

I WANT TO GIVE IT TO FIRST.



    

                   

I WANT TO GIVE IT TO FIRST.



    

                   

P.A.: DR. ROBBIE SINGER,

DR. ROBBIE SINGER.



    

                   

DR. KATE PURCELL,

DR. PURCELL.



    

                   

DR. DENNIS SHERMETTA,

DR. SHERMETTA.



    

                   

[DOOR CLOSES]



    

                   

[DOOR CLOSES]



    

                   

[WHISTLING]



    

                   

[WHISTLING]



    

                   

MAY I HELP YOU?



    

                   

YEAH, I WANT

A SEX CHANGE.



    

                   

UH, STEP OVER HERE,

PLEASE.



    

                   

HEY, LOOK,

I'M IN A RUSH,



    

                   

SO I'D APPRECIATE IT

IF YOU TOOK ME



    

                   

BEFORE THESE

OTHER TURKEYS.



    

                   

DO YOU HAVE

AN APPOINTMENT?



    

                   

[MOCKING] NO, I DON'T.



    

                   

I'M SORRY, BUT WE

DON'T SEE ANYONE HERE



    

                   

WITHOUT AN APPOINTMENT.



    

                   

WELL, YOU DO NOW,

NURSE NANCY.



    

                   

COME ON, BITCH!

CUT THESE TITS OFF!



    

                   

I'M ONLY THE NURSE!

THE DOCTOR IS NOT IN.



    

                   

LIKE HELL HE ISN'T!



    

                   

UNHH!



    

                   

UNHH!



    

                   

[NURSE WHIMPERING]



    

                   

SORRY, DR. FREEDMAN.



    

                   

COME ON, QUACK.



    

                   

I WANT THE SEX CHANGE,

AND I WANT IT NOW.



    

                   

WHY, MADAM,

THE SEX CHANGE



    

                   

IS A LONG,

COMPLICATED PROCESS.



    

                   

WE--WE JUST CAN'T--



    

                   

JUST GIVE ME

THE BASICS,



    

                   

OR I'LL CUT

HER HEAD OFF.



    

                   

LOOK, WHY DON'T YOU

JUST FILL OUT



    

                   

THE NECESSARY FORMS,

AND WE'LL SEE IF--



    

                   

CUT THE SERMON

AND GIVE ME MY WANG!



    

                   

I WANT A WANG,

AND I WANT IT NOW!



    

                   

I CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH

UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES.



    

                   

IF YOU DON'T

GIVE ME A SEX CHANGE,



    

                   

I'LL CUT OFFYOURPETER

AND SEW IT ON ME MYSELF!



    

                   

I'LL CUT OFFYOURPETER

AND SEW IT ON ME MYSELF!



    

                   

UH...



    

                   

UH...



    

                   

I'LL SEE WHAT

I CAN DO, MADAM.



    

                   

OHH!



    

                   

OHH!



    

                   

HI, BIG BOYS.



    

                   

I'LL BET

YOU DIDN'T KNOW



    

                   

THAT MOMMY WON

THE MARYLAND LOTTERY.



    

                   

YES!



    

                   

I'M GONNA BE BUYING YOU

LOTS OF NEW PUSH-UP BRAS,



    

                   

SO GET READY

FOR YOUR NEW HOME.



    

                   

THINGS ARE GONNA BE

LOOKING UP FOR YOU TWO.



    

                   

MWAH, MWAH.



    

                   

MWAH, MWAH.



    

                   

WELL, HOWDY, MISS MUFFY!



    

                   

OH, MOLE, YOU MADE IT!



    

                   

I MISSED YOU.

I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU.



    

                   

YOU GOT THE MONEY?



    

                   

I SURE DO, HONEY.

LOOK AT THOSE GREENBACKS.



    

                   

OH, THANK GOD, MOLE!



    

                   

MONEY AT LAST!



    

                   

GOOD OLD GERM-CARRYING

AMERICAN CURRENCY.



    

                   

OH! YAY! [GIGGLES]



    

                   

WHAT YOU GOT

IN THE SHOPPING BAG?



    

                   

PRESENTS, MUFFY.



    

                   

PRESENTS FIT FOR A QUEEN.



    

                   

CAN I OPEN THEM?



    

                   

YOU SURE CAN,

YOU BIG HUNK OF BEAUTY.



    

                   

YOU SURE CAN,

YOU BIG HUNK OF BEAUTY.



    

                   

COME ON,

HURRY UP, HONEY.



    

                   

AH! OH!



    

                   

AH! OH!



    

                   

OH! OH!



    

                   

OH, A NEW BRA!

A NEW BRA.



    

                   

OH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL!



    

                   

TRY IT ON, HONEY.

LET ME HELP YOU.



    

                   

QUICK, GET

THEM BOYS IN THERE.



    

                   

WELL, JUST A MINUTE.



    

                   

OH, OH, HOOK IT.

HOOK IT FOR ME, MOLE.



    

                   

GOT 'EM IN THERE?



    

                   

YEAH. YEAH, HOOK IT.



    

                   

OOH, YUM YUM.



    

                   

OH, THAT SUPPORT

FEELS HEAVENLY.



    

                   

HOLD STILL, NOW.



    

                   

HOOK IT. HOOK IT.



    

                   

HOLD STILL.



    

                   

OH, TIE A KNOT.

ANYTHING.



    

                   

OHH!



    

                   

OH, MY GOD!



    

                   

WHAT ELSE

YOU GOT FOR ME?



    

                   

WHAT ELSE?



    

                   

AHH.



    

                   

JUST A SECOND.



    

                   

OH, A--

OH, A MINK COAT!



    

                   

A MINK COAT! OH!



    

                   

WHAT ELSE?

WHAT ELSE YOU GOT?



    

                   

TRY THIS ONE, GORGEY!



    

                   

OHH! OH, WHAT IS IT?



    

                   

YOU'LL LOVE IT.



    

                   

OH, I FEEL JUST LIKE

A LITTLE GIRL



    

                   

ON CHRISTMAS MORNING.



    

                   

A GOWN!



    

                   

YES, IT IS.



    

                   

A GOWN.

IT'S STUNNING.



    

                   

OH, IT MAKES ME GLAD

I WAS BORN A WOMAN.



    

                   

OHH! OH, YOU'LL HAVE

TO HELP ME WITH THIS.



    

                   

OH, I'M TOO NERVOUS.



    

                   

OH, JUST A MINUTE.



    

                   

THERE IT GOES.



    

                   

TAKE THEM GODDAMN PANTIES

OFF FOR A CHANGE.



    

                   

[PANTING] OH! OH,

I'M BEGINNING TO FEEL



    

                   

LIKE A QUEEN ALREADY.



    

                   

Mole: YOU WILL BE

QUEEN, MUFFY!



    

                   

I PROMISE YOU.



    

                   

LOOK AT THESE HUGGERS.



    

                   

OH, FIREARMS!



    

                   

GOODY, GOODY

GUMDROPS!



    

                   

THIS ONE'S MINE,



    

                   

AND THIS LITTLE .  

IS ALL FOR YOU.



    

                   

OH! YOU'RE SO GOOD

TO ME, MOLE.



    

                   

I DON'T KNOW WHAT

I'D DO WITHOUT YOU.



    

                   

I GOT ANOTHER SURPRISE

FOR YOU, MUFFY.



    

                   

A REAL BIG SURPRISE.



    

                   

SOMETHING YOU

NEVER EVEN ASKED FOR.



    

                   

[GASPS] A CHIHUAHUA?



    

                   

NO. YOU'LL SEE.



    

                   

CLOSE YOUR EYES.



    

                   

NO PEEKING, NOW.



    

                   

NO PEEKING, NOW.



    

                   

YOU WON'T

BELIEVE THIS, MUFFY.



    

                   

I CAN'T WAIT.

[EXHALES]



    

                   

WELL, HURRY.



    

                   

THE SUSPENSE

IS KILLING ME.



    

                   

OH, YEAH!



    

                   

YOU CAN OPEN 'EM NOW.



    

                   

YOU CAN OPEN 'EM NOW.



    

                   

[MUFFY SCREAMING]



    

                   

AAAH!



    

                   

AAAH!



    

                   

AAAH! AAH!



    

                   

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

TO YOURSELF, MOLE?



    

                   

WELL, I GOT THE SEX CHANGE

JUST FOR YOU, MUFFY!



    

                   

AAAH! OHH!



    

                   

OH, GET AWAY FROM ME

WITH THAT DEFORMED WORM!



    

                   

YOU'RE SICK, MOLE!



    

                   

YOU'RE

A WEIRDO PERVERT!



    

                   

OH, JUST LET ME

TRY IT ONCE.



    

                   

I GOTTA SEE IF IT WORKS.

IT'S A BRAND-NEW MODEL.



    

                   

I GOT IT AT

HOPKINS HOSPITAL, MUFFY.



    

                   

AAH! CUT IF OFF, MOLE!



    

                   

RID YOUR BODY OF THAT

DISGUSTING TRANSPLANT!



    

                   

OH, IT NEVER

GOES SOFT, MUFFY.



    

                   

Muffy: AAAH!



    

                   

AAAH!



    

                   

[GRUNTING]



    

                   

[RETCHING]



    

                   

EHHH!



    

                   

BLEHH!



    

                   

OH! OH,

CUT IT OFF, MOLE!



    

                   

[RETCHING]



    

                   

[MUFFY CRYING]



    

                   

ALL RIGHT, THEN.



    

                   

IF THAT'S WHAT

YOU REALLY WANT.



    

                   

CUT IT OFF!

CUT IT OFF!



    

                   

[MOANS] ALL RIGHT.



    

                   

[MOANS] ALL RIGHT.



    

                   

SO MUCH FOR SCIENCE,

MUFFY!



    

                   

[SCREAMING]



    

                   

[SCREAMING]



    

                   

AAAAH!



    

                   

[MOLE GROANING

AND WHIMPERING]



    

                   

[MOLE GROANING

AND WHIMPERING]



    

                   

Peggy: AHH.



    

                   

A LOVELY POTION.



    

                   

HA HA HA.



    

                   

AH, YES.



    

                   

BUT IT NEEDS SOMETHING.



    

                   

BUT IT NEEDS SOMETHING.



    

                   

A LOVELY BAT.



    

                   

A LOVELY BAT.



    

                   

AND A TOUCH OF RAT.



    

                   

AND A TOUCH OF RAT.



    

                   

[TRICKLING]



    

                   

AH, A LITTLE RAT URINE.



    

                   

AH, A LITTLE RAT URINE.



    

                   

JUST WHAT

THE DOCTOR ORDERED.



    

                   

JUST WHAT

THE DOCTOR ORDERED.



    

                   

THAT OUGHT TO GIVE IT

A LITTLE KICK.



    

                   

THAT OUGHT TO GIVE IT

A LITTLE KICK.



    

                   

GOONS, BRING IN

PRINCESS COO-COO



    

                   

AND TELL HER

HER MEDICINE'S READY.



    

                   

GET OFF ME WITH THOSE

SEMEN-STAINED HANDS,



    

                   

YOU BIG APE!

I CAN WALK BY MYSELF.



    

                   

WELL, IF IT ISN'T

COMMONER COO-COO,



    

                   

THE GRAVE ROBBER.



    

                   

ALL READY FOR

YOUR LITTLE INJECTION?



    

                   

YOU ASS-KISSING

LITTLE SNITCH.



    

                   

ONE DAY I'LL GET

MY HANDS ON YOU.



    

                   

I DOUBT YOU'LL

HAVE THE TIME,



    

                   

FOR YOU ARE NOW

THE PROUD OWNER



    

                   

OF RABIES!



    

                   

AAAH!



    

                   

AAAH!



    

                   

Goon: COME ON,

YOU LITTLE BITCH.



    

                   

GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE.



    

                   

ON THE STREETS,

SCUMBAG!



    

                   

DON'T BITE ANYBODY,

DOG FACE!



    

                   

[GOONS LAUGHING]



    

                   

[GOONS LAUGHING]



    

                   

OW, MUFFY!



    

                   

OH!



    

                   

[WHIMPERS]



    

                   

AAH!



    

                   

GOD.



    

                   

OH.



    

                   

AAH!



    

                   

BE BRAVE, SUGAR.

BE BRAVE.



    

                   

I'LL FIX YOU ALL UP.



    

                   

I'LL FIX YOU ALL UP.



    

                   

I THOUGHT

YOU'D LIKE IT, MUFFY.



    

                   

I THOUGHT

YOU WANTED A MAN.



    

                   

I JUST SAID THAT

TO MAKE YOU JEALOUS.



    

                   

I LIKE YOUR ORGANS

JUST THE WAY THEY WERE.



    

                   

[WHIMPERS]



    

                   

NOW--NOW I WON'T

HAVE ANY ORGANS.



    

                   

IT'LL BE LIKE HAVING

A BARBIE-DOLL CROTCH.



    

                   

OH, WHEN I GET THROUGH

WITH THESE STITCHES,



    

                   

IT'LL BE CLOSE ENOUGH

IN MY BOOK.



    

                   

CAREFUL.

THIS IS GONNA HURT.



    

                   

WILL--WILL

YOU EVER BE ABLE



    

                   

TO LOVE MY OPERATION?



    

                   

OH, I'LL LOVE IT, MOLE.



    

                   

I'LL FEEL IT.

I'LL LOVE IT.



    

                   

I'LL EAT IT.

JUST LIKE OLD TIMES.



    

                   

NOW, HOLD IT.

THIS IS GONNA HURT.



    

                   

AAAH!



    

                   

[SOBBING]



    

                   

[SOBBING]



    

                   

[KNOCK ON DOOR]



    

                   

WHO THE HELL

IS THAT?



    

                   

WHO THE HELL

IS THAT?



    

                   

COME IN.



    

                   

COME IN.



    

                   

HI, YOUR MAJESTY.



    

                   

[GASPS] HOLY SHIT, MOLE.

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?



    

                   

OH, MUFFY JUST

GAVE ME AN ABORTION.



    

                   

OH, YOU WERE

PREGNANT, MOLE?



    

                   

WELL, I--I WASN'T

GONNA TELL ANYBODY,



    

                   

BUT I WAS RAPED



    

                   

BY THOSE

LOTTERY OFFICIALS



    

                   

WHEN I PICKED UP

MY MONEY.



    

                   

[GASPS]

MEN ARE SUCH CUNTS.



    

                   

OH, MEN, WOMEN,

THEY'RE ALL OK WITH ME



    

                   

AS LONG

AS THEY'RE NUDE.



    

                   

ALL THAT SUNSHINE MUST'VE

ROTTED YOUR BRAIN, SHINA.



    

                   

YEAH, THERE'S NOTHING

MORE DISGUSTING



    

                   

THAN A NUDE MAN.



    

                   

HOW MANY TIMES

I GOTTA TELL YOU--



    

                   

MEN ARE GENETIC REJECTS,

AND ALL THAT GRISTLE



    

                   

THEY GOT HANGING DOWN

BETWEEN THEIR LEGS



    

                   

WAS GOD'S

FIRST BIG MISTAKE,



    

                   

AND US WOMAN HAVE BEEN

PAYING FOR IT EVER SINCE.



    

                   

WHAT ISSHEDOING

IN MY HOME, ANYWAY?



    

                   

OH, BE EASY

ON HER, MOLE.



    

                   

SHE'S BEEN

THROUGH HELL.



    

                   

WHEN WE FOUND HER,



    

                   

SHE WAS REGURGITATING

IN THE STREET.



    

                   

YEAH, HER MOTHER THE HOG

HAD HER GANG-RAPED.



    

                   

THE POOR THING'S

HAD A TERRIBLE TIME.



    

                   

YOU KNOW THAT GRAVEL WOMAN

YOU WERE HANGING OUT WITH?



    

                   

WELL, SHE WORKS

FOR THE QUEEN NOW.



    

                   

SHE SHOT COO-COO UP

WITH A RABIES POTION.



    

                   

I'M NOT SURPRISED.



    

                   

THAT SNOTTY LITTLE

SOCIAL CLIMBER.



    

                   

I KNEW I SHOULD'VE

FRACTURED HER SKULL.



    

                   

CAN I GET YOU

ANYTHING, COO-COO?



    

                   

ARE YOU INFECTIOUS,

HONEY?



    

                   

I DON'T KNOW.



    

                   

MY SALIVA TASTES FUNNY,

AND I--I ITCH A LOT.



    

                   

WELL, UNDER

THE CIRCUMSTANCES,



    

                   

WE'LL HAVE TO ASK

YOU TO REFRAIN



    

                   

FROM USING OUR

KITCHEN UTENSILS.



    

                   

Coo-Coo: I WON'T

BREATHE ON ANYTHING.



    

                   

I PROMISE.



    

                   

BUT PLEASE HELP ME

KILL MY MOTHER!



    

                   

HOW'S PROJECT RABIES

COMING ALONG, PEGGY?



    

                   

OH, I FEEL

JUST LIKE JONAS SALK.



    

                   

TOMORROW IS THE FIRST DAY

OF MASS IMMUNIZATION,



    

                   

OR AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT



    

                   

THE MORONS

OF MORTVILLE THINK.



    

                   

OH, WON'T IT BE FUNNY

WHEN THEY START



    

                   

COLLAPSING

ON THE STREET?



    

                   

IT'LL BE LIKE WALKING

THROUGH A HUMAN SEWER.



    

                   

OH, I HOPE I GET A CHANCE



    

                   

TO KICK EVERY ONE OF 'EM

RIGHT IN THE HEAD



    

                   

JUST AS THEY GASP

FOR THEIR LAST BREATH.



    

                   

IT'LL BE BEAUTIFUL.



    

                   

A SYMPHONY

OF DEATH RATTLES.



    

                   

HISTORY WILL NOT FORGET

THIS HOLIDAY OF DEATH.



    

                   

HISTORY WILL NOT FORGET

THIS HOLIDAY OF DEATH.



    

                   

[MOLE WHISPERING]

Come on, girls.



    

                   

Now, be quiet.



    

                   

Muffy?



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

Muffy: HEY,

OFFICER CUTIE PIE?



    

                   

THERE'S SOMEONE

DOWN HERE TO SEE YOU.



    

                   

WHAT DO YOU WANT, SLUT?



    

                   

OH, I'M JUST LOOKING

FOR A LITTLE FUN.



    

                   

CAN I COME UP AND SEE



    

                   

THE INSIDE

OF YOUR BEDROOM?



    

                   

THE INSIDE

OF YOUR BEDROOM?



    

                   

MMM. I'VE HAD

A HARD-ON FOR THIS BITCH



    

                   

FOR A LONG TIME.



    

                   

YOU KNOW YOU HORNY PIGS



    

                   

AREN'T SUPPOSED TO COME

CRUISING ROUND THE CASTLE.



    

                   

OH, BUT, OFFICER,

YOU'RE SO CUTE



    

                   

I JUST COULDN'T

RESIST.



    

                   

OH, YOU'RE A SHAPELY

LITTLE MAMA, AREN'T YA?



    

                   

HA HA HA HA HA!



    

                   

AH, HA HA HA HA.



    

                   

AAAH!



    

                   

AAAH!



    

                   

HA HA HA!

ONE DOWN, GIRLS!



    

                   

YEAH!

SCORE, MUFFY!



    

                   

[WHISPERING]

Oh, shh, be quiet.



    

                   

Quietly, now.



    

                   

Quietly, now.



    

                   

[CHATTERING AND YELLING]



    

                   

WHOO!



    

                   

[GOON CHATTER CONTINUES]



    

                   

[GOON CHATTER CONTINUES]



    

                   

[WHISPERING]

Shut up!



    

                   

SHH.



    

                   

SHH.



    

                   

EAT LEAD,

MOTHERFUCKERS!



    

                   

EAT LEAD,

MOTHERFUCKERS!



    

                   

OH! OHH!



    

                   

OH! OHH!



    

                   

[WOMEN CHEER]



    

                   

Mole: HAVE WE

GOT 'EM, GIRLS?



    

                   

WHAT WAS THAT,

YOUR MAJESTY?



    

                   

IT'S PROBABLY

THE DUMB SOLDIERS



    

                   

PLAYING

RUSSIAN ROULETTE.



    

                   

I'LL GO CHECK IT OUT,

YOUR HIGHNESS.



    

                   

I'LL GO CHECK IT OUT,

YOUR HIGHNESS.



    

                   

Lieutenant: WHO IS IT?

WHO'S OUT HERE?



    

                   

[GUNSHOT]



    

                   

AAH!

AAH!



    

                   

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE,

YOU ROYAL ASSHOLE!



    

                   

GET OUT OF MY

CHAMBERS, LESBIANS!



    

                   

HEY, YOU ARE THROUGH

GIVING ORDERS, MEATBALL!



    

                   

YOU'VE HUMILIATED US



    

                   

FOR THE LAST TIME,

WARTHOG!



    

                   

[QUEEN GROANS]



    

                   

LET ME BITE HER.



    

                   

LET ME SINK MY FANGS

INTO HER FAT LITTLE LEGS.



    

                   

GO RIGHT AHEAD,

HONEY.



    

                   

GIVE HER

THE CHOMP OF LIFE.



    

                   

Queen:

GET AWAY, CHILD.



    

                   

LISTEN TO ME.

I'M YOUR MOTHER.



    

                   

I'M WARNING YOU!

AAAAH!



    

                   

AAAAAH!



    

                   

OH, THANK HEAVENS.

YOU'VE RESCUED ME.



    

                   

I THOUGHT I'D NEVER

GET OUT OF HERE ALIVE.



    

                   

Mole: HA!



    

                   

OH, COME OFF IT,

PRETTY LITTLE PEGGY.



    

                   

I HOPE YOU'RE READY



    

                   

FOR YOUR LITTLE

DEBUTANTE PARTY IN HELL,



    

                   

'CAUSE THAT'S

WHERE YOU'RE GOING!



    

                   

YOU WOULDN'T

KILL A SISTER!



    

                   

HA!

HA HA HA!



    

                   

OH, YES, WE WOULD!



    

                   

HOW ABOUT IT, GIRLS?



    

                   

OH, YEAH.

YEAH.



    

                   

SHOULD WE GIVE

OUR "SISTER"



    

                   

A LITTLE RECTAL REMINDER



    

                   

THAT WE DON'T LIKE

SOCIAL CLIMBERS



    

                   

IN MORTVILLE?



    

                   

I'M GONNA BLOW

YOUR BELLS OUT! HA HA.



    

                   

GO AHEAD!



    

                   

A SINGLE GUNSHOT

CAN NEVER DESTROY



    

                   

THE BEAUTY

OF FASCISM.



    

                   

YOU'RE SO LOW,

YOU MAKE WHITE TRASH



    

                   

LOOK POSITIVELY

TOP DRAWER.



    

                   

OH, BLOW IT OUT

YOUR ASS!



    

                   

OH, BLOW IT OUT

YOUR ASS!



    

                   

[CHEERING]



    

                   

[CHEERING]



    

                   

YOU FILTHY MUFF DIVERS

WILL PAY FOR THIS!



    

                   

SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!



    

                   

NO DYKE

GIVES ME ORDERS.



    

                   

OH, YEAH, QUEENIE?



    

                   

WELL, HOW DOES THIS

GRAB YOU?



    

                   

ROYAL PROCLAMATION

NUMBER ONE--



    

                   

KISS MY ASS!



    

                   

WOO, YEAH!

GET UP!



    

                   

YOU HEARD

THE NEW QUEEN.



    

                   

KISS IT!



    

                   

KISS IT!

KISS IT!



    

                   

KISS IT!

KISS IT!



    

                   

KISS IT!

KISS IT!



    

                   

KISS IT!



    

                   

AHH!



    

                   

AH, HA!



    

                   

HA HA!



    

                   

THAT'S MORE

LIKE IT, PEON!



    

                   

HOW 'BOUT IT,

GIRLS?



    

                   

I THINK

THIS TOWN DESERVES



    

                   

A LITTLE FEAST

TO CELEBRATE



    

                   

THIS GREAT DAY

OF INDEPENDENCE.



    

                   

EHH.



    

                   

WE GOT OURSELVES

THE BIGGEST TURKEY



    

                   

IN THE WORLD!



    

                   

SO, WHY NOT EAT HER?



    

                   

YEAH!



    

                   

YEAH!

YEAH!



    

                   

COOK HER

AND EAT HER!



    

                   

COOK HER!



    

                   

COOK HER!



    

                   

ATTENTION ALL

MORTVILLE RESIDENTS!



    

                   

QUEEN CARLOTTA IS DEAD!



    

                   

YOUR DAYS OF HUMILIATION



    

                   

HAVE COME TO AN END.



    

                   

TO CELEBRATE

THIS JOYOUS OCCASION,



    

                   

I INVITE YOU TO JOIN ME

IN A VICTORY FEAST.



    

                   

IN HONOR OF OUR

NEWLY-FOUND INDEPENDENCE.



    

                   

WHAT'S GOING ON?



    

                   

LET THE RING

OF FREEDOM BE HEARD



    

                   

ALL OVER THIS LAND!



    

                   

MORTVILLE IS AT LAST



    

                   

A FREE CITY!



    

                   

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Man: THE QUEEN IS DEAD!



    

                   

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