Pump Up the Volume Page #5
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- Year:
- 1990
- 102 min
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You're live.
Is this Miss Screwed Up?
I have a couple of questions.
How big is this thing
you described?
Is it bigger than a baby's arm?
You don't remember
or you don't want to tell me?
Or maybe you made
Remember, my dear...
I can smell a lie
like a fart in a car.
it's too bad
about that one, actually.
You see, to me...
the real truth
and it doesn't have
to be a big deal.
lt could be anything.
Malcolm, have you finished
your homework yet?
Your father and l
are downstairs watching TV.
Why don't you come down
and join us for once?
All right, Malcolm.
Have it your way.
Thanks.
So, I don't know.
Send me your most pathetic
moment, your most anything.
As long as its real.
I want the size, the shape,
the feel, the smell.
I mean I want blood, sweat,
I want brains and ectocasm
and come spilled all over 'em!
Hallelujah!
And now,
all my horny listeners...
get one hand free, because...
Yes, the "eat me,
beat me" lady is back.
"Come in.
"Every night, you enter me
like a criminal.
"You break into my brain...
"but you're
no ordinary criminal.
"You put your feet up
and you pop a Pepsi...
"you start to party,
you turn up my stereo...
"songs l've never heard,
but I move anyway.
"You get me crazy. I say do it.
"I don't care what. Just do it.
"Jam me, jack me,
push me, pull me, talk hard."
I like that.
Talk hard.
I like the idea that a voice
can just go somewhere...
uninvited...
just kind of hang out...
like a dirty thought
in a nice, clean mind.
Maybe a thought
is like a virus, you know?
lt can kill
all the healthy thoughts...
and just take over.
That would be serious.
That would be totally serious.
Yeah. I know that
all of my horny listeners...
would love it if I would call up
the "eat me, beat me" lady...
but no!
Because she never
encloses her number.
Tough luck, creepoid.
Always the same red paper...
the same beautiful
black writing.
Now, she's probably
a lot like me--
a legend in her own mind.
But you know what?
I bet in real life,
she's probably not that wild.
I bet she's kind of shy...
like so many of us,
briskly walking the halls...
pretending to be late
for some class...
pretending to be distracted.
Hey, poetry lady,
are you really this cool?
Are you out there?
Are you listening?
I'm always out here.
I feel like I know you,
and yet we'll never meet.
So be it.
Here's a song from my close
personal buddies back east--
The Beastie Boys.
This is a song
that was so controversial...
they couldn't put it
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