The Ballad of Jack and Rose

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine

You better stop

the thing that you do

I said watch out

I ain't lyin.

Yeah

I ain't gonna take

none of your

Foolin' around

I ain't gonna take

none of your

Puttin' me down

I put a spell on you

- I see a rabbit.

- Where?

Up there. One that's got big,

droopy ears.

That's a shoe.

That's a shoe.

- It's more of a... It's a boot. A lace-up

boot. - It's a boot, like your boot.

Now what is it?

I put a spell on you

Cos you're mine

You better stop the

thing that you're doin'

I said watch out

I ain't lyin.

Yeah

I ain't gonna take

none of your

Foolin' around

Ain't gonna take

none of your

Puttin' me down

I put a spell on you

Cos you're mine

Oh, you're mine

They're all moving into

these houses, Rosie.

A whole nation.

A whole f*cking world of plastic houses.

It's like a rash. It's eating up

this island like a case of bad acne.

In 30 years, there won't be

anything left that isn't suburbia...

...or the ghettos.

Cos they all want to live in places

with people exactly like themselves.

They have their own police forces,

some of them,

to keep their greedy

little children safe.

And they have the vanity to call this

place a community. Look at this crap!

That's not a house.

It's a thing to keep the TV dry.

I wish we had a TV.

No, you don't.

I swear, I solemnly believe

that humanity is now

officially descending

the ladder of evolution.

In a thousand years,

human beings will be the size of gerbils

and they'll have one

thought a year...

...in December.

They'll think about what

they want for Christmas.

Decline and rot, my angel,

that's the way of the world...

...except for you.

You're exempt.

Remember that.

Jack Slavin for Marty Rance.

Hey, Marty.

Me again.

That's government land

that you're eating into.

50 yards of nature preserve.

That is a wetland, as I'm sure you know.

You can call the cops if you want to.

I'll call them myself.

I look forward to

seeing the outcome.

We needed a doorstop.

What are you thinking about?

I'm going to plant the bell flowers

in front of the house today.

At least leave me

a place to walk.

- You're getting freckles.

- I always had those.

No, there's nothin'

you can send me

My own true love

There's nothing I'm

wishin' to be ownin'

Just carry yourself

back to me unspoiled

From across that

lonesome ocean

Oh, but I just thought

you might want something fine

Made of silver

or of golden

Either from the

mountains of Madrid

Or from the

coast of Barcelona

If I had the stars

of the darkest night

And the diamonds from

the deepest ocean

I'd forsake them all

for your sweet kiss

For that's all I'm

wishin' to be ownin'

Rosie, Rosie.

That's a sweet little bridge,

but I wouldn't want to drive across it.

Well, seeing as we

never go anywhere...

You still don't understand

weight-stress ratios.

I understand them enough.

- Enough for what?

- Everyday needs.

The Latin name for "buttercup"

will only get you so far.

Let me write that again.

One more time...

...with feeling!

What is the Latin

name for "buttercup"?

Ranunculus Bulbosus.

What?

I'm glad I got to know

you for such a long time.

Don't say stuff like that.

- I have to face up to it.

- Shut up, OK?

Do you not think we should

get somebody in to help?

Who, a maid?

Don't go off, Rosie.

Go away.

What is it?

You're going to leave me soon.

You're the one that's

going to leave soon.

You're getting too big for me.

Look at the size

of that hand.

No, you're going to die.

It's just the way it is.

I mean, this thing may be...

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