Special Treatment Page #3
you'll understand better.
they the music.
Come on, my song!
What am I to do mother
when I like to eat?
I don't just eat a lot,
I eat with pleasure.
I shall go on a diet
in Heaven,
I shall go on a diet
in Hell.
"Are you h-h-honest?
Are you f-f-fair?
G-g-get thee to
a N-n-nunnery.
Why woulds't thou b-breed
sinners?"
That's very funny.
Is there any more?
"What is a m-m-man
when his main goal
"is to d-d-drink..."
No, n-n-not to drink,
but to
"sleep and eat".
"He is a l-l-livestock
and nothing more."
Bedtime. I'm switching
off the lights.
Wait, what's the hurry?
W-w-we are n-n-not
in hospital.
It's past 10 p.m.
Bedtime.
Ha! Curfew! - Get out,
or I'll call the Doctor.
Regular Gestapo.
- Ass kisser.
It's for the child...
and for you.
He's asleep.
You like children?
- A lot.
That's why I feel sorry for him
for not having a mother.
He needs her at this
tender age.
I don't understand how a
woman could
abandon her son and
such a man.
I've heard he was really
rotten to her
and that's why she ran away.
- If it was his fault...
...he wouldn't have custody
over his son.
do a thing like that.
yet the took away my kids.
Who did she run
away with?
With some artist, they say.
- Do I hate artists!
Where to?
- You scared me!
Go back to your room. - We're
having a little bedtime snack.
I must go now.
- Stay a bit longer.
First I must return
the fish into the river.
Come on, don't be shy.
Don't worry, that's my son.
We have visitors. Two
incurable cases.
his best friend.
I didn't come on a social visit,
I came for some money...
I gave you money
three days ago.
We are celebrating his
Explain to him why!
- I had a rough birth.
Just give me the money.
Don't nag your old man.
When will you pay me back?
- When will I pay back?
I always keep my word. I'll pay
you back on the 1st.
Oh, you've got a job?
- God forbid...
I'll pay when you give
me my allowance.
No more money.
Here.
Oh, no! Is this a loan?
- It's a gift.
Don't do that.
You don't know him.
I know him. You are an
alcoholic. - You mean me?
Him, an alcoholic?
- You sure are.
You're destroying yourself and
degrading your son in this town.
You asked for money
but he turned you down,
so you took from me,
a total stranger.
Next you'll steal from someone.
- Me steal?
Or you'll rob a liquor store...
- He's right.
You're talking rubbish!
Are you crazy?
Are you calling me a thief,
you idiot?!
Let's calm down.
Stuff your money
you know were.
Shame on you.
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