Multiple Maniacs Page #2

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that will make your eyes pop out!

Because of so-called guardians

of public decency

we are not permitted to describe

to you in any way

the hardcore, live, in-person

monstrosity we have with us tonight.

All I can say is that this sight

won't be easily forgotten.

This sight will be branded

in your mind for ever and ever.

Anything you may have seen earlier

will be a mere warm-up.

You are kindly asked to follow me

into our special display room...

Right this way!

There's no extra charge!

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

I can't say no more.

I give you Lady Divine!

Drop' em boys!

Quiet! Quiet when

I'm speaking!

You will not be injured

as long as everyone cooperates.

Kindly hand over all wallets, jewelry,

handbags, any fur items,

all loose change and any narcotics

you might be carrying.

The first person to give anybody

any sh*t will be immediately eliminated.

- She's sick! We'll never get out of here!

- What did you say?

I said you're sick and repulsive!

And you, my dear, are dead!

I said no sh*t! And I meant it!

- Any dope?

- They don't deserve to live!

- More cheap costume sh*t.

- A box of Norforms!

- Here's some diet pills.

- Two-fifty? Jesus.

- Here's some fake ID for you.

- What ugly children they have!

Wait 'til we get back in the car.

Psst. Mr. David. Mr. David!

What are you doing here?

Trying to get us both killed?

You must be freezing, Ricky

darling. Put some clothes on.

Yes, ma'am.

It's chilly.

Hurry up.

I'm beginning to get upset again.

My nerves are cracking.

I'm getting too old to play this circuit.

I'm sick. I'm tired of this show.

We just ought to pick them up

and shoot them.

F*** all this Cavalcade

of Perversion sh*t.

Just pick 'em off the street,

tie 'em up and kill 'em.

We could move a lot faster that way,

three or four loads a day.

I could get rid of all these tent rentals

and all the other people in the show

and it could all be mine

to do as I please.

I told you to get out

of here, I told you!

Mr. David. I have to see you again.

- I want to perform acts with you, now!

- You know that's impossible.

Oh, please, please.

God, goddammit.

Listen, we'll meet later at Pete's bar

on Broadway.

You know where it is.

Around two o'clock.

Yes, I'm going right there

right now and wait.

If I have to wait for a hundred hours,

I won't budge until I see your face.

- Just get the f*** out of here!

- Mr. David!

I'm only trying to protect you.

She's getting worse.

Every minute she's alive

she gets worse and worse.

I would risk anything

to be with you again.

Leave. Go to Pete's. I'll be there

as soon as I can get away.

Hurry, Mr. David. 'Cos I want

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