Repoman Page #2

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Could be. What do you say, kid?

We're always on the lookout

for a few good men.

Screw that.

Ain't gonna be no repo man,

no way.

It's too late.

You already are.

[Buzzer sounding]

[Helicopter blades whirring]

Find one in every car.

You'll see.

[Woman chattering on radio]

(Sheriff)

Years ago, I saw five cows mutilated.

Legs sticking up in the air.

Testicles bit off.

I think Canadian bacon is better myself.

Never seen the like of that.

What could have done that to him?

Gasoline?

Napalm?

It happens sometimes.

People just explode.

Natural causes.

What?

[Computers beeping]

[Beeping]

[Thunder rumbling]

Night watchman, Pomona?

Yep.

Asbestos worker, City of Industry?

Yep.

French-fry maker, Agoura.

That's absurd.

Yeah, well, you think

that's funny, huh?

There's f***ing room

to move as a fry cook, man.

You know, I could be manager

in two years.

King.

God.

You know, Kevin...

I had this wild f***ing dream

the other night.

I'll bet.

It was with you

and me, and...

we were working in this sleazy

shithole motel down in Miami, Florida.

And we were bellhops.

And we were 65 years old.

It was so real. It was really...

It was real, it was realistic, you know?

And then what?

You woke up in a puddle?

F*** you.

F***ing jerk.

Where you going,

a**hole?

Away from you.

[Kids chattering]

The Lord has told me

personally.

Yea, for I walk

with the Lord. Amen.

He said, "Larry,

you and your flock

shall see the Promised Land.

"But only if you first destroy

the twin evils...

"of godless communism abroad

and liberal humanism at home. "

Hello, Mother. Hello, Father.

Anything to eat?

Now, my friends, occasionally

we get a letter from a viewer

that says.

"Now, the only reason

Reverend Larry comes

on your television set...

"is because he wants

your money. "

And you know what?

They're right.

I do want your money,

because God wants your money.

So, I want you to go out

and mortgage that home...

and sell that car,

and send me your money.

You don't need that car.

Put it on a plate, Son.

You'll enjoy it more.

Couldn't enjoy it any more, Mom.

This is swell.

Dad?

Hey, Dad?

What is it, Son?

Do you remember...

that you once told me,

a long time ago...

Well, not too long ago, but...

that you told me that you'd

give me $1,000 to go to

Europe if I finished school?

Well, you know something?

You were right...

about finishing school.

That's what I'd like to do.

But I wanna know

if I can have the money first.

Like now.

You know, I really love you,

Dad. I've always loved you.

You, too, Mom.

What do you say?

I don't have it anymore.

What?

(Mom) Your father gave

all our extra money

to the Reverend's telethon, Otto.

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