Jesus Henry Christ

Synopsis: Henry is a precocious young boy, conceived in a petri-dish, raised by his single mother, Patricia, and is smarter than all of his peers. However, the one question he can't answer is, who is his father? Henry's attempts at locating his father lead him to Dr. Slavkin O'Hara, a university professor who has decided to raise his daughter, Audrey, as a psychology experiment in a world free of gender bias. Patricia starts fearing that she's losing her son, Audrey wishes she didn't have a father, Dr. O'Hara has no idea how to keep his daughter happy, and Henry may just have found the family he was looking for.
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): Dennis Lee
Production: E1 Entertainment
  1 win & 2 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
92 min

Would it kill you

to call me Mom?

Just once?

Would it?

Everyone calls you Patricia.

But you're not everyone,

you're my son.

And you're my Patricia.

Everyone thinks that I have

a photographic memory.

But that's not really accurate.

I'm more like

a video camera.

I record what I see,

and, for reasons beyond me,

I always remember.

Frankly, I've always found

photographs depressing,

especially the old ones.

That's my mother, Patricia.

The product of

an unplanned pregnancy.

Patricia was the only girl in

a family of four boys.

Five, counting

my Grandpa Stan.

My grandmother was pregnant

for 72 months.

- Ow!

- Or six years.

Just about 1/6th

of her entire life.

Uncle Billy was the first born

of six sons.

Tim and Tom

came next, then Jimmy,

followed by two baby boys

who died in the uterus.

And finally, Patricia...

who, by all accounts,

had a very happy childhood.


- Cheese!

- Cheese!

Until her tenth birthday.

J' For she's

a jolly good fellow J'

J' For she's a jolly

good fellow J'

J' For she's

a jolly good fellow J'

J' Which nobody can deny M

Happy birthday,


- The candles aren't lit.

- Oh.



Hand me your lighter.

What lighter?


You mean... this lighter.

Boys, if it wasn't

for this lighter...

I'd have been shot straight

through the heart

by one of them pinko, Commie,

socialist, Karl Marx-loving,

liberal wack jobs,

subversive moon bat,

hippie freaks.


But if he

thought he could kill

Stan "The Man" Herman...

Kapow, kapow, kapow!


Now, one of you boys

gets this when I die,

so be careful with it.

You got something to

say, Billy?

I'm too high to bother with

the likes of you, Stanley.

You son of a--

Give me the goddamn

lighter, now.

Uh, Mommy?


Oh, dear, oh, dear.


It's almost out.

I'll save ya!

- Stop, drop and roll!

- Jesus H. Christ!

Stop, drop and roll,

stop, drop and roll,

stop, drop and roll,

stop, drop and roll!

My grandmother's death

was only the beginning.


I said I'm Starsky,

you're Hutch.

Fine, have it your way.


a total homo anyway.

You calling me queer?

What if I am...


Take it back, take it back!

- I ain't homo!

- Okay, okay, I take it back!

You ain't homo!

Put down the gun, Tim.

Jesus H. Christ!

You didn't really think I'd

shoot my own brother, did you?


Uncle Jimmy died of AIDS.

How he got it,

no one talks about,

which, to me,

makes it even sadder.

Since no one ever

talks about him,

it's like

Uncle Jimmy was never born.

Happy birthday, Billy.

( Horn honking )

Going somewhere?

I'm going up

Canada way.


What for?

I'm 18 now.

I don't got a choice.

Yes, you do, stay here.

If I stay here

they'll ship me off to 'Nam

or they'll lock me up in jail.

Either way you look at it,

I gotta go.

But I can't take care

of Stan, not all by myself.

I'm only ten years old.

( Horn honking )

You're gonna do

great, Patty.

I know you are.

Are you stoned?

Stay here with me.

Please, Billy, please!

I... I can't.

My name's not Patty,

it's Patricia.

And you're a coward,

William Herman.

You must be the change you

wish to see in this world.


I proudly accept

your nomination

for vice president

of the United States.

Anita Hill!

Keep your rosaries

off my ovaries!

Keep your rosaries

off my ovaries!




Mom, Mom, Mom!

( screaming )


Happy birthday, Patricia.

Why is that

woman crying, Mommy?

Because God is punishing her for

being Satan's helper, honey.

Baby killers!

Baby killer!

Jesus H. Christ!

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