Gods and Monsters Page #6

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Well, in Dudley,

in the north of England,

there were more sides to the tracks

than any American could imagine.

Every Englishman

knows his place,

and if you forget, there's always

someone to remind you.

Our family had no doubt

about who they were,

but I was an aberration in that

household, a freak of nature.

I had imagination,

cleverness, joy.

Now, where did I get that?

Certainly not from them.

They took me out of

school when I was 14...

and put me in a factory.

They meant no harm.

They were like a family of farmers

who've been given a giraffe...

and don't know what to do with the

creature except to harness him to the plow.

Hatred was the only thing

that kept my soul alive...

in that soul-killing place.

And amongst

the men I hated...

was my own poor,

dear, dumb father,

who'd put me into that

hell in the first place.

Mr. Whale?

I apologize, Mr. Boone.

I...

Since my stroke,

I am often overcome

with nostalgia.

Well, I'm not that crazy about the

old man myself. You know what I mean?

Um...

Shall we just have a break

for five minutes, hmm?

Spooky movie.

Just what this place needs tonight.

Couldn't get any deader,

doll. Set me up.

Your friend want one?

Yeah. One for

what's-his-name here.

Thanks, doll.

I say we let lover boy

watch his movie...

and be grateful he's not

cuttin' Shirley Temple's lawn.

- Why is everyone breakin'

my balls tonight? - Jesus, Boone.

You walk in here

proud as a peacock...

'cause some old coot

wants to paint your picture.

We're just bringin'

you back to Earth.

Sounds screwy to me.

Can't imagine a real artist wanting

to spend time lookin' at that kisser.

Oh?

Yeah?

Well, this kisser wasn't so bad that you

couldn't lay under it a couple of times.

I bet he's just some fruit

pretending to be famous...

so he can get into

the big guy's pants.

- What makes you say that?

- Just thinkin' out loud.

Well, just keep your dirty

thoughts to yourself.

All right, then. He's interested

in you for your conversation.

We all know what a

great talker you are.

F*** you.

Not anymore, you don't.

We're watching the

damn movie, Harry.

- We're gonna watch the movie.

- Calm down.

We'll watch it.

James Whale!

Right there. Huh?

What'd I tell ya? Huh?

What should I do then?

No!

This looks corny.

If you don't wanna watch it,

just go wash some glasses.

Good old Una.

Gobbling like a turkey hen.

Oh, that monster.

How could you be working with him?

Don't be daft, Hanna.

He's a very proper actor.

And the dullest

fellow imaginable.

To a new world of

gods and monsters.

The creation of

life is enthralling.

Simply enthralling,

is it not?

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