They Live Page #2

I don't bother nobody. Nobody bothers

me. You should do the same.

The line in the middle of the road.

That's the worst place to drive.

- I'll see you later.

- See you later.

Step down. Easy. This way.

Now we cross the road.

It's dirt here.

Go, go!

Frank!

Leave us alone.

We know you.

"Though I walk through the valley of

the shadow of death, I fear no evil. "

- Come and join the party.

- You go with them.

Did somebody start WW III?

Oman's collection

puts passion before fashion.

Out goes glitter

and in comes divine excess.

The warm collection revels

in freedom of expression.

OBEY:

OBEY:

MARRY AND REPRODUCE

NO INDEPENDENT THOUGH

CONSUME:

BUY:

OBEY:

DO NOT QUESTION AUTHORITY

What's your problem?

What's your problem?

How are you today, sir?

Thank you, sir.

Here you are, sir. Thank you.

Are you going to pay for that?

THIS IS YOUR GOD

I don't want no hassle.

Pay for it or put it back.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

She didn't even go to Lamas class.

I told her,

for yourself and the baby, go.

- Did you go to Mary Ellen's?

- She served tortillas! So dated!

- I'm so depressed. What do I do?

- Go for it, man.

That's easy for you to say,

you got the promotion.

The feeling is definitely there.

It's a new morning in America.

The old cynicism is gone.

We have faith in our leaders.

We're optimistic

as to what becomes of it all.

It really boils down

to our ability to accept.

- There are no limits.

- I figured on something like this.

Excuse me.

You look like your head

fell in the cheese dip back in 1957.

You're okay.

This one, real f***ing ugly.

I take these glasses off,

she looks like a regular person.

- I put them on, formaldehyde face.

- That's enough, or I call the cops.

The cops?

You need a Brazilian plastic surgeon.

I've got one that can see.

He's a tall, Caucasian male.

Unarmed, wearing sunglasses.

I don't like this one bit.

Not one bit.

That's like pouring perfume on a pig.

Settle down.

Where did you get those glasses?

- The tooth fairy.

- I'll bet.

- We've got him.

- Cut yourself shaving?

You look as shitty to us

as we do to you.

- Impossible.

- Don't make us splatter your brains.

You stumbled onto something here,

but maybe we can all benefit from it.

Let's go someplace quiet

so we can talk this over.

You bastards die just like we do.

I have come here to chew bubblegum

and kick ass.

And I'm all out of bubblegum.

Near the entrance. Has a shotgun.

White male. 30s. Long hair.

- Momma don't like tattletales.

- Wearing sunglasses.

And who are you?

Come to show them where I am.

Drop it.

Drop it.

Beat it.

Take it easy.

We're just going on a little ride.

Rate this script:5.0 / 2 votes