Defendor Page #2

All right, she hung up.

Next caller, you're on the air.

F***ing guy!

Come on, man! I'm just talking.

Get the f*** out of here!

Come on! I'm just

messing with you, man!

Come here.

I'm gonna kill you, Dooney!

You got to learn how to

laugh a little bit, Cliff!

Lighten up! Hey. Hey.

Now, what are you doing

with our wall over here?

Somebody call the police!

Police! Help, police!

We're sick and tired

of having people like you

deface our city walls!

Why don't you pick on

someone your own size?

Boys, this is...

This is the retard that

I was telling you about.

I thought they got you.

Did they...

Why don't you let the kid go?

Who writes your dialog?

Superman?

No. I write it myself.

You know what?

You need a good ghost writer.

Somebody with talent.

No.

You need a ghost writer.

'Cause that's what you're going

to be after I pulverize you.

What? What's that?

A jar.

Duh. So, what is it supposed to do?

Very little.

Except contain

a swarm of angry wasps.

Get the f***ing retard!

Come on! Lights on, Dog!

Lights!

Lights, Dog. Lights on, Dog.

Lights on!

Lights! Lights on!

I said lights on!

Who wants to go first?

Okay then.

Why don't I go first?

My f***ing elbow.

Fay! Come on, let's go!

Just give me a second.

I want to say goodbye.

Hey, Arthur.

Hey, smelly.

Hey.

Wake up. Wake up.

You gotta get up. Come on.

I'm going to go away for awhile.

Make some cash.

Come on. You can do it. There you go.

You can do it. You can do it.

Good job. Good job.

When are you coming back?

Soon, little man. Grandpa's

going to take care of you.

Just a couple of months.

Okay. Okay. Come on.

You're a big boy now.

Look out there.

What do you see?

The moon.

Wherever I am,

you just look at that moon.

'Cause we can always

see the same moon.

Mommy? Mommy?

Sure. Whatever you're into.

But I'm not running a charity here.

You need money.

You just keep looking at

that moon, little man.

That's where I'll be at.

Let's go, baby.

Hey. Hey. You want me

to be your mommy, right?

Come on. Let's go to your place.

Come on. There you go. Okay.

What is this place?

It's a secret base.

You live here? Cool.

You know, you really messed with

my situation the other day.

Messed with your...

Who are you?

Angel.

Angel?

"Make like a rocket. Take off."

Remember? That was me, Wordsworth.

You f***ed everything

up that night.

What are you doing?

This? It's a little bling-bling.

You want to try?

It's like medicine. It'll make you

feel really, really good. Here, look.

That stuff is bad.

Your momma tell you that?

She died.

Her name was Fay.

Sh*t. Sorry.

Look, I got another way

to make you feel good. You ready?

Ready for what?

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