The Manor Page #2

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And Blair, is your ass jealous from all the

sh*t that just came out of your mouth?

Damn it, Trevor.

You know, Trevor,

I really would like to see things

from your point of view, but...

I can't get my head

that far up my own ass.

Wow, your children really have

grown up so much, haven't they?

Blair and Trevor,

I love you both very much,

but if you don't stop,

- you won't believe what happens next.

- [giggles]

Excuse me, please.

I'm not hungry.

Welcome to the fun.

[knock on door]

If you'll excuse me.

[door squeaks]

The huntsmen have arrived!

Gentlemen, welcome, welcome.

Come in, come in, come in.

- Welcome to Anders Manor.

- Thank you, sir.

I trust that your travels were without

undue difficulty? -All good, sir.

You would be Brett, I presume,

and these your compatriots.

Yes, sir.

My brother, Darsaw.

- Very nice to meet you.

- Much obliged, Mr. Anders.

And I cannot thank you enough for

opening up your fine grounds to us,

so we may kill and eat

some indigenous wildlife.

Yes. And this would be?

- And Ole.

- Ole, pleasure to meet you, sir.

Pleasure, sir. My name's Ole.

Outstanding, Ole.

[Brett] And may I say,

you have a lovely looking

establishment here.

[Niklaus] Well,

thank you very much.

Dinner's being served presently.

Put your bags down, please, relax.

The Reverend Thomas

will be joining us presently.

He's on his way.

He'll be presiding later this evening

over a cotton candy social and bonfire.

Thank you, sir. In reference

to our arrangement for our rate,

my brother Darsaw here, will be

willing to cut your firewood up.

- Very good.

- I will?

Yes, you will.

Well, I'm assuming

you're all hungry, correct?

- Very.

- Please, come with me.

"Very."

Ladies and gentlemen, it is

my pleasure to present to you,

Darsaw, Ole, and Brett,

the Bayton boys.

They're here to do some

buck hunting this weekend.

Hey, y'all.

[violent, high-pitch noise]

[Ole sniffling]

Damn, Darsaw, you sure

know how to clear out a room.

Back at the manor.

[exhales] Our annual

fall prison sentence.

Mm, I love it.

- Mm-hm.

- I f***ing hate this place.

You know what I did love...

[blows smoke]

...was the meal that

Charlie Manson served.

Oh! The gray matter?

- The gray matter. It was very nice.

- Delicious.

Did you see the eyeball

in the teeth?

The guy scares me.

He's the weirdest guy

I've ever met.

Mm.

Oh, speaking of the which, um...

Did you see those three hunters

that showed up?

- Maybe.

- They were cute, weren't they?

Maybe.

It's been about an hour and a half.

You haven't f***ed anybody yet?

You mean, like you f***ing your

cousin the last time we were here?

Hm.

That happened.

[humming]

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