Planet Terror Page #2

Oh, yeah, you sure do.

By the way, don't choke

on all that food you're eatin'.

Hello, Palomita.

I don't go by that name anymore.

Why not?

'Cause it's the name you gave me.

So, uh...

you ever become that--

that fancy doctor?

Never did.

I thought for sure you would.

Talked about it enough.

That's the problem with goals--

they become the thing you talk about

instead of the thing you do.

That's my jacket.

I looked for it for two weeks.

Yeah? How long did you

look for me, Wray?

Yeah, well, the jacket belonged to me.

You didn't.

So, um...

what are you doing now?

I'm going to be a standup comedian.

Really?

You're not funny.

That's what I've been trying

to tell everybody,

but they all say I'm hysterical.

But you're not.

Great. Well, that's just fantastic,

because I believed everybody,

and I've already booked shows in town.

Now what am I gonna do?

Yeah. Yeah, that--

that sucks, really.

There's a difference

between being frank

and being dick.

Yeah, well...

it was really good seeing you again.

Oh. Um...

what name do you go by now...

in case I want to catch

one of your shows?

Cherry.

Cherry Darling.

Sxounds like a stripper.

No, it sounds like a go-go dancer.

There's a difference.

Right.

Well...

you'll always be Palomita to me.

I need a ride.

What do you say, El Wray?

I'll give you a ride.

Good-bye, Bill.

- Don't you mean "see you later"?

- Of course.

Hey. What's up, Doc?

The little lady's lookin'

pretty good there, I gotta say.

Looks like she could suck

the bend out of a river.

I'm kiddin'. Heh.

- Take a look at that sh*t.

- What happened to your arm?

Well, uh... I got bit.

Bit? Bit by what?

Well, if I told you,

you probably wouldn't believe me.

I need some Bactine or something?

Whew.

Can't you just...sew it up?

Well, normally I would.

I'd even be doing something

to stop the bleeding.

The only problem is

this one doesn't bleed.

Oh, sh*t. Check this out.

When this was still a military hospital,

this one guy came back

from lraq with this.

Whew!

Chronic herpetic lesions.

When he urinated, it came out

through all these little holes here,

kind of like a fountain.

Oh, Jesus.

Well, how'd you treat it?

F*** that. I was never in lraq.

Good for you. The sh*t they spread

around there you wouldn't believe.

I swear to God.

I've got these lraqi eyeballs

a friend of mine brought back

to do some studies on.

Incredible. They were

completely milked over.

Mustard gas--

it does that to your eyes.

Actually, I still have those in my fridge.

Bot fly, do you think?

Chronic viral ulcerative lesion.

That looks like gout.

He's running a temperature of 105.

- Is that bad?

- It's high.

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