2001 Maniacs: Field of Screams Page #4

What's that? You want me

to give you a second briss?

Chill out, Jay.

Look, I'll

carry your sh*t,

you just go show

her a good time.

Make sure you save enough

sugar for Black Cherry.

Cool?

Cool

Whatever.

Come on, get over It,

Jerry. Come on, come on.

If we nail this, the network

Is gonna be talking spin offs,

pay per view

blue ray box set.

If these fine folks of

Pleasant Valley play ball,

this gig

will never end!

I know I speak

for us all, sir,

when I say I'm proud to

be among the chosen few

here with you, In the chance

location of the troubles.

Well, God

bless you Harper.

You know, you're rigging' a goddamn

Mark Twain with you poetizing.

You have earned your spot

on the bus. Ya'll did!

Even Jezebel, too, Daddy?

Yeah, Jezebel, too.

Except she earned her spot in

the section called " Provisions"!

You don't mean

you're gonna harm-

I mean that stuffed

piece of lamb is gonna be

on my dining room table

next to some mint jelly

and a good bottle

of Muscatel

unless you boys go out there

and get me some Yonkers quick!

Now skedaddle!

And make me proud.

Or something like it.

So when's

your CD dropping?

End of summer.

Excuse me, your CD?

What happened to our CD?

We can't do everything

together Romy,

besides, it's music,

not a basketball team.

Yeah, the label wants me to record, too.

EM O meets

death metal.

Ha! Ballads

with balls.

Yo, yo, yo.

Check out Abder,

macking on my boy's

dill pickle.

Dude, I ever tell you about the

time I totally f***ed my baby sitter?

Bro, I thought you said your

uncle was your baby sitter.

Never mind.

So what's a hottie like you

doing with a limp dick like Jerry?

Ever hear of the dumb blond that slept

with the writer to get ahead in Hollywood?

Guess that was me.

Oh, baby, you're no dumb

blond, you're just misinformed.

See, it's not the writers or directors

that get you ahead, it's the teamsters.

You stick with me,

I'll hook you up.

Yeah, I've never heard that one before.

B*tch, I ain't

playing you.

Oh, yeah? So who are you

gonna hook me up with?

For one, a bunch of buddies got

this indie hard thing going on.

See, horror has its hell

these days, you know?

I would love to get

killed in a horror flick.

I bet you would and I

bet you'd look good, too

all naked and covered

in blood and sh*t.

Damn.

Yo, ladies.

It seems like

a job for a homie.

Oh, Yankee

suckee dickee?

I said "homie, "

not "homo. "

Give me

that thing.

Now that a gentleman

has eased our burden

we can finally

commence to practice.

Uh, excuse me ladies, but we were

in the middle of a conversation here.

Madre de Dios.

Uh, Jesus,

remember me?

Bristol, horror movies,

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