Tromeo and Juliet Page #3

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your parents are gonna fire me.

But for the record, roast beef.

Eww.

How many times I have

told you that cows scream

on their way

to the slaughter house?

You know, exactly

what's going on.

Spare me the vegetarian lecture

and spare yourself, too.

Soon you're going to be

married to the king

of cold cuts.

It will all make sense.

You know I don't love London.

You know Dad

forced me to say yes.

He just wants to get his hands

on the Arbuckle's fortune.

And I don't care.

At least if I marry London,

I won't have to go back in

the time out room anymore.

So it doesn't matter

if I don't love him.

I really never loved anybody.

Let me ease your pain.

(Computer beeping)

Ness, sometimes

when you touch me,

I dream about men.

It's okay to dream.

Not in this house.

It'll almost make you die.

WOMAN:
(On computer) To make

your choice of our many

lovely girls please press

one of the following keys.

If you like eating sh*t

and drinking piss

there's only one

choice there, it's "K."

But if you want a wild time

with a very young girl--

You chose "true love."

Please hold on for one moment.

Hello, you are so handsome.

I really love you.

NESS:
Mmm, saucy girl.

(Indistinct) For such

merchandise.

Would you like to get married?

Married, then you

could see my bosom.

They love you too.

Go ahead, you could touch them.

I will suckle a many

happy children.

Will you be my husband?

(Moaning)

-I love you.

TROMEO:
I love you too.

I love you.

I love you too.

-I love you.

-I love you too.

I love you.

I love you too.

-I love you.

-I love you too.

I love you.

Listen, Oslo,

of course we hate old Cap.

Ever since

we've been little cats,

I have noticed that you often

know more than you show.

So, how did it start and where?

How's your uncle a part of it?

Once, man, they were friends.

My uncle had a business,

films.

Called Silky films.

They catered to the Art Crowd.

French babes, soft focus,

lots of sheer curtains,

classy stuff.

He and Capulet,

they'd been friends for years.

Came up together

from the suburbs of Jersey.

The profits were good,

Que brought Cap aboard.

But right after that,

the game got rough.

Cap took all Monty's

rights to Silky films.

Between you and me,

there was blackmail involved.

MARTINI:
Blackmail?

BENNY:
Yeah.

Monty signed over

all records and checks

without so much

as a protest or a plea.

The way it looks

on paper and in books,

they say he gave

his life's work away for free.

Cocksucker stole

a good man's whole life.

And you should see the trash

that silky puts out now.

The worst motherfucking

films in the world.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wasn't there more to that story?

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