HEY, KIDS.
HI.
DON'T GET UP.
(Chris) WHAT'S WRONG?
YOU GUYS LOOK SO SAD.
DON'T WORRY, 18 IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER
AND THEN YOU WILL BE ABLE TO SEE
THE DIRECTOR'S CUT OF 9 1/2 WEEKS ALL YOU WANT.
THERE, YOU FEEL BETTER NOW?
WE ARE HUNGRY AND MOM'S STILL SLEEPING.
SHE'S EXHAUSTED.
WELL, OF COURSE SHE IS.
YOU KNOW, IT'S HARD WORK
BEING A MOTHER, WIFE AND SCOURGE OF THE TOWN.
HEY, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.
I'LL MAKE YOU A NICE NUTRITIOUS BREAKFAST.
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
CHRIS, REMEMBER MOM DOESN'T LIKE YOU
TOUCHING ANY OF OUR UTENSILS?
HEY, YOUR MOM IS LUCKY
I SHOWED UP BEFORE A GROUP OF SOCIAL WORKERS
DESCENDED ON THIS PLACE
AND SLAPPED YOU INTO THE NEAREST FOSTER HOME.
LOOK, IT'S 7:00 AND YOU GUYS ARE OUT OF YOUR CRIBS,
BLUE FROM MALNUTRITION.
LET'S SEE.
WHAT DO YOU KIDS LIKE TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST NOWADAYS, HUH?
HOW ABOUT RIBS?
GOD, CHRIS!
WHAT ON EARTH IS...
[coughing] OH, YOU'RE UP.
KIDS, GET A COUPLE MORE PLATES, WILL YOU?
¶[Stand by R.E.M playing]
[bicycle bell ringing]
¶ STAND IN THE PLACE WHERE YOU LIVE ¶
¶ NOW FACE NORTH
¶ THINK ABOUT DIRECTION
¶ WONDER WHY YOU HAVEN'T BEFORE ¶
¶ NOW STAND IN THE PLACE WHERE YOU WORK ¶
¶ NOW FACE WEST
¶ THINK ABOUT THE PLACE WHERE YOU LIVE ¶
¶ WONDER WHY YOU HAVEN'T BEFORE ¶
¶ STAND IN THE PLACE WHERE YOU LIVE ¶
¶ NOW FACE NORTH
¶ THINK ABOUT DIRECTION
¶ WONDER WHY YOU HAVEN'T BEFORE ¶
¶ NOW STAND IN THE PLACE WHERE YOU WORK ¶
¶ NOW FACE WEST
¶ THINK ABOUT THE PLACE WHERE YOU LIVE ¶
¶ WONDER WHY YOU HAVEN'T BEFORE ¶
¶ STAND IN THE PLACE WHERE YOU ARE ¶
¶ SO STAND
SEE?
"THEN SPRAY WITH FIRE EXTINGUISHER,
"LET STAND AND SERVE."
AH. OK.
WHO LIKES DARK MEAT?
CHRIS, YOU HAVE BURNED MY KITCHEN
BEYOND RECOGNITION!
IT'S NOT BURNED, SHARON... OW. IT'S BLACKENED.
MY BEAUTIFUL WALLS.
IT TOOK THE PAINTER AND ME 3 DAYS TO COME UP WITH THIS COLOR.
OH, AND I'M NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE MY OWN LITTLE STATEMENT?
CHRIS, AS YOUR FRIEND,
I SUGGEST YOU GET ON YOUR BIKE
AND PEDDLE YOUR FAT RUMP HOME AS FAST AS YOU CAN.
HEY, SHARON,
IT LOOKS A LOT WORSE THAN IT REALLY IS.
I MEAN, JUST A LITTLE 409 AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT
YOUR KITCHEN'S GONNA LOOK SPIC AND SPOODIE,
SOOFIE SPADOONIE.
I THINK YOU'RE LOOKING AT 2 GRAND WORTH OF DAMAGE HERE.
REALLY? EVEN AFTER THE 409?
I'LL MAKE SURE THAT YOU GET A CHECK
FOR $2,000 TOMORROW.
THANK YOU, SIR. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
UH, YES. OOH, THANK YOU. OOH, HAIL CAESAR. OOH.
[talking gibberish]
[chuckles]
HEY, SO THIS TURNED OUT TO BE KIND OF
COOL FIRE AFTER ALL, HUH?
AND NONE OF THOSE ANNOYING SMOKE ALARM WHINES
TO SHOUT OVER, EITHER.
OH, MY!
ARE YOU SAYING THE ALARM WAS DISABLED?
NO. NO.
YES. YES. YES, IT WAS.
I, UH, I TOOK THE BATTERIES OUT OF IT.
I ALWAYS DO WHENEVER I COOK
BECAUSE I ALWAYS MAKE GOBS AND GOBS OF SMOKE.
YOU KNOW, ONCE MY AUNT'S SMOKE ALARM WENT OFF
AND IT TOTALLY SCREWED UP HER SENSE OF BALANCE.
AND SHE DID SO LOVE HER TRAMPOLINE.
WELL, INTENTIONALLY DISABLING AN ALARM
TOTALLY VIOLATES OUR AGREEMENT.
I'M VERY SORRY, BUT YOU GET NOTHING.
CHRIS,
YOU HAVE DESTROYED MY KITCHEN,
RUINED OUR INSURANCE POLICY.
I...
LARRY, I THINK WE FINALLY HAVE ENOUGH TO PUT HIM BEHIND BARS.
CHRIS, $2,000 IS A LOT OF MONEY.
LARRY, COME ON, DON'T WORRY. I'LL PAY YOU BACK.
I'LL PAY YOU A LITTLE OUT OF MY SALARY EACH WEEK, YOU KNOW.
NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE,
BUT, UH, YOU KNOW, WE SHOULD BE EVEN BY THE YEAR 2011.
HEY, MAYBE EVEN 2010
IF I GO BACK TO DOMESTIC CHEESE.
HOPE MY KNIVES DIDN'T MELT IN THE FIRE.
HEY, WAIT A SECOND, GUYS.
SHIELD YOUR EYES FROM THE LIGHT BULB OVER MY HEAD.
I GOT A GREAT IDEA.
I'LL WORK IT OFF.
SHARON, I'M SURE YOU COULD PROBABLY
USE A STRAPPING YOUNG LAD AROUND THE HOUSE, COULDN'T YOU?
SURE, BUT I DON'T NEED A FAT DROOLING IMBECILE.
NO. OF COURSE YOU DON'T. I AGREE.
WHAT'S THE POINT?
LOOK, COME ON, LARRY'S ALWAYS TELLING ME
HOW YOU'RE WHINING AND MOANING
ABOUT NOT HAVING ENOUGH HELP AROUND THE HOUSE,
AND HOW YOU NEVER WANT TO LIFT A FINGER.
OH, HE IS, IS HE?
HONEY. I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING.
CHRIS MAY HAVE INFERRED A THING OR TWO.
GREAT! THEN IT'S ALL SETTLED.
I'M YOUR NEW UNCLE CHARLIE.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE SETTING YOURSELF UP FOR.
NOW WAIT, DARLING.
I COULD ACTUALLY MAKE HIM
DO ANYTHING, COULDN'T I?
WELL, I... I DRAW THE LINE AT SEX, SHARON.
YOU HAVE A DEAL.
GREAT. DEAL.
[birds chirping]
¶[humming]
OH, GOOD MORNING, MR. P.
MY, WE'RE UP BRIGHT AND EARLY.
AND I SUPPOSE YOU'LL BE WANTING YOUR COFFEE.
CHRIS, FOR THE LAST TIME,
AS A 10-YEAR-VETERAN OF SHARON,
I BEG YOU NOT TO DO THIS.
LOOK, I'M GOING OUT OF TOWN FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS
AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LETTING YOURSELF IN FOR.
LARRY, WOULD YOU RELAX? JEEZ.
I KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF MYSELF AROUND SHARON. GOSH.
YOU KNOW, UNLIKE YOU,
I STILL HAVE A LITTLE STEEL LEFT IN MY SHORTS.
CHRIS, WAIT. WHAT?
GOOD MORNING.
OH, GOOD MORNING, MILADY.
GOOD MORNING. I'M HERE TO DO YOUR BIDDING, MILADY.
[chuckling] SHALL I DRAW YOU A BATH, MILADY FAIR?
ALL RIGHT, CHRIS, DROP THE IDIOT-IN-WAITING ROUTINE.
HERE ARE THE HOUSE RULES.
FIRST, SPEAK ONLY WHEN SPOKEN TO.
(Chris) MMM-HMM.
SECOND, OBEY ORDERS INSTANTLY
UPON HEARING THE PHRASE "NOW GET OUT."
AND THIRD, I WANT NO TRACE
OF YOUR PERSONALITY WHATSOEVER.
YOU ARE VAPOR.
PHEW, OOH, PHEW!
THAT'S A RELIEF.
FOR A SECOND THERE,
I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME PRANCING AROUND
IN SOMETHING REALLY SHORT AND TIGHT.
WERE YOU SPOKEN TO?
YOU KNOW, THAT'S FUNNY.
THAT REMINDS ME OF A FUNNY STORY.
WHEN I WAS IN FIRST GRADE, MRS. WALLACE TOLD ME
THAT SHE DIDN'T WANT TO HEAR A PEEP OUT OF ME.
SO WHEN SHE TURNED HER BACK I WENT "PEEP."
CHRIS. HMM?
THAT'S PRECISELY THE KIND OF CRAP
THAT IS HISTORY IN MY PRESENCE.
WELL, COME ON, SHARON, IT WAS JUST A JOKE.
OK. FINE.
DEAL'S OFF, YOU OWE US $2,000.
SEE YOU IN COURT.
LARRY, CALL THE LAWYER.
OH, OK. ALL RIGHT. FINE. YOU WIN.
[exclaims]
DO I?
YES.
YES, MISS SHARON.
NOW ONCE WITH THE EYES CAST DOWNWARD.
[sighs]
YES, MISS SHARON.
NOW SAY IT HIGHER.
YES, MISS SHARON.
NOW LOWER.
YES, MISS SHARON.
IN LATIN.
[speaking gibberish]
SHARON.
MY LIFE IS STORYBOOK PERFECT.
[Sharon laughing]
NOW GET OUT.
¶[Master and Servant by Depeche Mode playing]
¶ THERE'S A NEW GAME WE LIKE TO PLAY YOU SEE ¶
¶ A GAME WITH ADDED REALITY
¶ YOU TREAT ME LIKE A DOG
¶ GET ME DOWN ON MY KNEES
¶ WE CALL IT MASTER AND SERVANT ¶
¶ IT'S A LOT LIKE LIFE THIS PLAY BETWEEN THE SHEETS ¶
¶ WITH YOU ON TOP AND ME UNDERNEATH ¶
I WONDER IF THIS MILK'S STILL GOOD.
¶ FORGET ALL ABOUT EQUALITY
OH, CHRIS.
¶ LET'S PLAY MASTER AND SERVANT ¶
¶ IT'S A LOT LIKE LIFE AND THAT'S WHAT'S APPEALING ¶
¶ IF YOU DESPISE THAT THROWAWAY FEELING ¶
¶ FROM DISPOSABLE FUN
¶ THEN THIS IS THE ONE
¶ DOMINATION'S THE NAME OF THE GAME ¶
¶ IN BED OR IN LIFE THEY'RE BOTH JUST THE SAME ¶
¶ EXCEPT IN ONE YOU'RE FULFILLED ¶
¶ AT THE END OF THE DAY
¶ LET'S PLAY MASTER AND SERVANT ¶
[sighs]
THERE. ALL DONE, MISS SHARON.
YES.
THAT'S VERY NICE, CHRISSIE,
BUT... BUT, YOU KNOW,
I THINK I'D PREFER THAT PAIR ON TOP.
[sobbing] OH, NO, PLEASE.
PLEASE, MISS SHARON, NO.
I'LL DO ANYTHING.
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.
[sobbing]
MY LUNGS ARE BLACK FROM OVEN GREASE.
I HAVE BLISTERS ON MY VACUUMING HANDS.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY PARENTS?
THEY KNOW NOTHING.
PLEASE, OH, PLEASE STOP THIS MADNESS.
[Chris sobbing]
BUT, CHRISSIE.
HUH?
TO QUOTE THE CARPENTERS: "WE'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN."
[howling]
HI, HONEY.
WELL, HELLO, SWEETHEART.
HOW WAS YOUR TRIP?
FINE. WHERE'S CHRIS?
UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS?
WELL, I FIGURED I'D COME HOME
AND THE PLACE WOULD LOOK LIKE THE END OF TAXI DRIVER.
UH, PARDON THE INTRUSION, MISS SHARON,
BUT YOUR SWEATERS ARE ALL PILL-LESS NOW
AND IT'S TIME FOR YOUR 4:00 LIP BALMING.
HEY, CHRIS, THAT'S PRETTY FUNNY.
OH, HELLO, MR. SHARON.
WOULD YOU CARE FOR A LIGHT NUTRITIOUS SNACK?
I'M HERE TO SERVE.
OK, OK, IT'S VERY FUNNY. NOW CUT IT OUT.
GEE, MY NECK IS CERTAINLY STIFF
FROM ALL THIS READING.
[exclaims]
[inhales]
WAIT A MINUTE. HE'S NOT JOKING.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FRIEND?
OH, LARRY, WHAT ARE YOU GETTING SO WORKED UP ABOUT?
I'VE SIMPLY BROKEN HIS WILL AND GUTTED HIS SOUL.
AS YOU CAN SEE, I'VE LEFT HIS PITIFUL SHELL INTACT.
THIS IS ONE THING I WILL NOT PUT UP WITH.
UNLESS OF COURSE YOU WANT ME TO.
SO, AS TO THE SUBJECT OF
BREASTFEEDING IN PUBLIC RESTAURANTS,
WE STILL LACK 5,000 SIGNATURES
BEFORE WE CAN GET THAT LEGISLATION TO CITY HALL.
NOW OF COURSE I COULD SEND CHRIS
DOOR-TO-DOOR UNTIL HE DROPS.
WELL, I'LL BE HAPPY TO DO ANYTHING I CAN, MISS SHARON.
I MEAN, AFTER ALL, IT'S ONLY NATURAL.
A BREAST IS JUST A GLAND.
LIKE YOUR TONSILS OR YOUR LIVER OR... OR YOUR EARS.
AND, MY GOD, HOW MANY EARS DO WE SEE
HANGING OUT IN RESTAURANTS NOWADAYS.
I MEAN, IF ANYTHING SHOULD BE COVERED UP.
IT'S LIKE LIVING IN PARIS IN THE 20s.
WOULD YOU LIKE SOME MORE PATE?
OH, MY GOD, MISS SHARON'S GLASS
IS ALMOST EMPTY.
AND THERE'S NO MORE MINERAL WATER OUT HERE.
MISS SHARON, I'LL GET SOME FOR YOU RIGHT AWAY.
SORRY, I AM AN UNWORTHY FOOL, AREN'T I?
SHARON, THAT CHRIS IS INCREDIBLE.
AN ABSOLUTE GEM.
HELLO, CHRIS.
OH, HELLO, MR. SHARON.
THAT'S A LOVELY SACK THAT YOU HAVE.
BUT I'M AFRAID I CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW.
MISS SHARON IS OUT OF MINERAL WATER
AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
OH, YOU POOR BRAINWASHED BASTARD.
NOW MR. SHARON, YOU KNOW HOW MRS. SHARON
DOESN'T LIKE THAT SALTY SAILOR LANGUAGE.
HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON?
AH, HELP. IT'S DARK IN HERE.
MOMMY, HELP.
I AM IN A SACK.
I REPEAT, I'M IN A SACK.
[Chris screaming]
HELP. I'M STILL IN A SACK.
IT'S OK, BUDDY. IT'S GONNA BE OK.
[grunting]
[panting]
WHERE AM I?
YOU'RE IN YOUR ROOM, CHRIS.
WHERE'S MISS SHARON?
SHE'S NOT HERE. SHE'S FAR AWAY.
YOU'RE SAFE, SHE CAN'T HURT YOU HERE.
[panting]
WHAT'S GOING ON?
LISTEN TO ME VERY CAREFULLY, CHRIS.
MY WIFE HAS DONE SOMETHING SHE'S VERY GOOD AT.
SHE'S EATEN YOUR SOUL.
DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, LARRY,
I'M THE SAME CHRIS I ALWAYS WAS.
NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME,
I HAVE TO GO GET MISS SHARON HER MINERAL WATER
AND THEN TAKE ALL THE SALT OFF HER PRETZELS
THE WAY SHE LIKES 'EM.
CHRIS! LISTEN TO YOURSELF.
I CAN'T ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN. IT'S TOO DEPRESSING.
YOU USED TO BE A REALLY FUN, TERRIFIC IDIOT,
BUT NOW YOU REMIND ME OF...
WELL, ME. MY SOUL MAY BE LOST,
BUT, BY GOLLY, YOURS SHALL SURVIVE.
LARRY, YOU'RE TALKING LIKE A HIPPIE IN A CATNIP FACTORY.
I'M FINE.
OK, MR. WISEASS.
IF YOU'RE SO FINE,
LET'S SEE YOU STAY AWAY FROM SHARON FOR MORE THAN 5 MINUTES
WITHOUT BREAKING INTO A COLD SWEAT.
AND I THROW THIS OUT:
SHE'S PROBABLY PARCHED BY NOW.
THAT SHOULD BE A PIECE OF CAKE.
I MEAN, YOU KNOW, IT'S NOT LIKE I'M A ROBOT
WITH A POWER PACK UP MY BUTT.
[exclaims]
[Chris groans]
OK, SO MAYBE IT'S A LITTLE STUFFY IN HERE.
EITHER THAT OR I HAVE A POWER PACK UP MY BUTT.
I KNEW IT!
AH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?
I'M SORRY, IT'S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, BUDDY.
WHERE THE HELL DID THIS CHAIR COME FROM?
I MADE IT IN MY HOBBY SHOP. ISN'T IT NEAT?
WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
[screaming]
MR. SHARON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I DON'T NEED A HAIRCUT.
HEY... HEY, I CAN'T MOVE. I CAN'T MOVE.
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
JUST RELAX, CHRIS. THIS ISN'T GONNA BE PLEASANT,
BUT IT'S GONNA BE WORTH IT.
[whining]
OH, NO. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO MAKE ME WATCH
AN EVENING AT THE IMPROV WITH BUDD FRIEDMAN, ARE YOU?
SOMETHING WITH EVEN LOWER PRODUCTION VALUES.
[whimpering]
NO, NO.
[grunting]
[screaming]
(Larry) HONEY, HOLD THE HOTDOGS UP SO I CAN SEE 'EM.
THAT'S IT.
THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST 4TH OF JULY EVER, SWEETHEART.
OH, MISS SHARON, YOU LOOK LOVELY.
LET ME TAKE THAT TRAY FOR YOU.
HI, SHARON. HEY, YOU FINALLY FOUND
SOMETHING SIMPLE ENOUGH TO COOK
THAT YOU CAN'T SCREW UP, HUH?
[exclaims]
I GUESS I SPOKE TO SOON.
STILL BUYING THE CHEAPEST CUTS OF MEAT, HUH, SHARON?
LARRY, GET YOUR MORON LOSER IDIOT FRIEND OUT OF HERE.
LOOK, IT'S HOTDOG BOY.
I'M HOTDOG BOY.
(Chris) COME ON, GIVE ME A HOTDOG KISS.
[laughing]
HAPPY 4TH OF JULY.
GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU IDIOT!
SEE?
YOU USED TO BE SO COOL.
MUSTN'T UPSET MISS SHARON. NO, NO.
SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO.
EASTER AND, UM, HERE ARE THE EGGS.
HERE'S A PRETTY PINK ONE THAT AMY DID.
BOBBY, HERE'S THAT PRETTY BLUE ONE YOU DID.
ISN'T THAT NICE?
HIYA, FOLKS. IT'S HOTDOG BOY! MMM.
[laughing]
WHAT ARE WE GOING TO CHURCH OR SOMETHING?
(Sharon) DOESN'T HE GET TIRED OF THIS STUPID JOKE?
[Chris laughing]
LOOK, SHARON, I GOT SOME MISTLETOE.
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
THAT MEANS THAT SOMEBODY'S GONNA HAVE TO
GIVE HOTDOG BOY A BIG HOTDOG FRENCH KISS.
MMM, MMM.
IT'S EASTER, YOU IDIOT.
HOTDOG BOY'S INVINCIBLE.
OH! GOD!
[screaming]
WHAT AN IDIOT.
YOU IDIOT.
[Chris screaming]
YOU ARE AN IDIOT.
IDIOT!
NO. MISS SHARON IS GOOD.
MISS SHARON IS LOVE.
MISS SHARON HAS MAINTAINED HER FIGURE AFTER 2 CHILDREN.
YOU ARE AN IDIOT.
IDIOT!
[Chris screaming]
IDIOT!
HEY. HEY, LARRY. LARRY, I'M CURED.
I'M CURED, LARRY. REALLY I AM.
I'LL NEVER LISTEN TO SHARON AGAIN.
OH, THANK YOU, LARRY. THANK YOU. I'M CURED.
STOP IT, CHRIS.
WHAT, DO YOU THINK I CAME TO TOWN ON A MELON TRUCK?
I'LL TELL YOU WHEN YOU'RE CURED.
WAIT THERE'S MORE, CHRIS.
YOU'RE AN IDIOT!
IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOT!
(Sharon) YOU IDIOT!
YOU IDIOT!
[screaming]
WHERE DID YOU GET THIS AWFUL TAPE?
I MADE IT ON MY HOME VIDEO 8 SYSTEM.
PRETTY COOL, HUH?
WHY, CHRIS?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE OUT OF MY SIGHT?
I WAS LEFT TO PUT THE DISHES IN THE DISHWASHER BY MYSELF.
I LOOKED AROUND BUT YOU WERE NOWHERE TO BE SEEN.
OFF WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A "MISTRESS, MAY I?"
SHARON, IT'S OVER.
YOU'RE DAYS OF CHRIS AND ROSES HAVE COME AN END.
HE'S NOT GOING BACK.
I'M DIRECTING ALL MY FURY AT CHRIS NOW, LARRY,
BUT I'LL RECHARGE AND KILL YOU LATER.
CHRIS IS FREE.
I'VE BROKEN HIM OF YOUR NOXIOUS SPELL.
IS THAT SO?
THAT'S RIGHT, MISS SHA... SHARON.
I'M BACK TO THE OLD ME.
WELL, WE'LL JUST SEE ABOUT THAT.
CHRIS, PICK UP THAT PIN FOR ME.
IN YOUR DREAMS.
CHRIS, I'M WAITING.
[grunting]
JUST AN IMPARTIAL OBSERVER, HONEY.
OH, MY.
I SEEM TO HAVE DROPPED MY SWEATER.
I DO WISH SOMEONE WOULD PICK IT UP FOR ME.
[screaming]
PICK UP YOUR OWN DAMN SWEATER.
YES! SAY IT AGAIN.
PICK UP YOUR OWN DAMN SWEATER.
YES! NOW NAIL HER
WITH ONE OF YOUR ZINGERS!
PICK UP YOUR OWN DAMN SWEATER YOU HOR...
HOR...
GO AHEAD. SAY IT!
SHE'S A WHORE!
NO, MY GOSH, NO.
I WAS GOING TO SAY
SHE'S A HORRIBLE YOUNG LADY.
I WOULD NEVER SAY SOMETHING THAT AWFUL
TO SUCH A FINE LADY. NO.
BECAUSE I'M HOTDOG BOY.
HOTDOG BOY BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND.
HOTDOG BOY WANTS A BIG HOTDOG KISS.
WHERE IS HOT DOG MOMMY?
GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME YOU SCUM.
HE'S BACK!
ALL MY GOOD WORK, COMPLETELY DOWN THE DRAIN.
WELL, SOMEONE IS GOING TO HAVE TO PAY FOR THIS.
AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE COLUMBO TO FIGURE OUT WHO.
IT WAS WORTH IT.
[sighs]
[exclaims]
WHAT A COOL CHAIR.
CHRIS, PICK UP THAT SWEATER FOR ME.
YES, MISS SHARON. LET ME GET THAT.
OH, JEEZ.
CURED, HUH?
[laughing]
[door closes]
I GUESS FROM NOW ON,
IT'S JUST GONNA BE ONE DAY AT A TIME.