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Hey Bruno. What's up? Boss has a job for you Carlo. Yeah? What kinda job? The kind you are best at: cleaning up a mess. What kinda mess? A sticky mess, Carlo. Very very sticky. I don't suppose you wanna tell me how this mess was created, do ya? Better for all concerned that you don't know. You catch my drift? I do, I do. So where's the mess I gotta go clean? Get ready: it's in the boss's bedroom. What? Don't tell me it's. . . It is. The boss? Now referred to as the former boss. May he rest in peace. So the one doing the referring is, let me guess. . . The new boss. That is a little sticky, isn't it. You could say that. Yeah, I think I just did.

Hey, Marcel. You going to the party tonight? Ne sais pas, Claude. My girl isn't around. Where is the beautiful Ms. Ravioli? I wish I knew. I have to practically beg her. Beg her to do what? Get. Over. Here. You didn't include the B-word in that request, did you? Moi? I would never! I use only the most polite fucking language! Why did I even ask?

Isn't this a beautiful place, Edna? Yes, Stanley, but you're driving too fast. Don't worry. I know this road like the back of my hand. Do you want to experience the back of my hand, Stanley? What? I mean, wow, it's really scenic here! How about we slow down and take it in? That's a good idea, Stanley. You think so? Yes dear.

The guy is inside, Rocco. Bring him out. Ok. But where you gonna be, Eddie? Right here. So move it. Should I knock? Your choice. But don't forget to duck. What? He gonna start shooting? It's the middle of the night. Wouldn't you? Guess I'll kick it down. Good thinking.

Welcome to my love nest, Warren. Very impressive, Carl. Isn't it? It's got all the comforts of a real home! Almost. I can see that. My girlfriend's gonna love it! She'll finally want to move in with me. Where is Lisa Ravioli anyway? Somewhere in Europe, she said. But she promised to come back! Well, you've certainly made it hard to pass up, Carl, with all these feminine touches. Especially the junk cars. You mean bedrooms, Warren! You wouldn't believe the back seats! Yeah, I'm sure that's what I meant.

Good evening Herr Doktor, how are you? Ah, there you are my boy. Just in time. Oh? Just in time for what? You can assist with my latest project: testing the flammability of convent gardening outfits. Here, put this on. A nun's habit? You want me to wear this? Do you want to be a scientist when (and if) you grow up? Well, yes. Sprinkle this gasoline on yourself. Ok, but who's habit is this? Don't worry about that. I have, how shall I say, "friends" at the nunnery. It's slightly used, of course. Last night, in fact. What? It's endearing how many sisters believe in the power and promise of erudite scholarship. You, eh, got a light? Oh, sure. Away she goes! Science!

Ok, Howard, you got me here. Now, where's the money? It's here, Al! We just gotta find it! How do you know it's here? That's what I heard. Heard from who? It was a couple a guys at the card game! They was bragging about it! Sayin' no one'll ever find it in this gigantic place. When was this card game, Howard? Not too long ago! Maybe, like, I dunno, 3-4 years? You dragged me out here to collect a hidden stash you heard about 3-4 years ago? Did I get that right, Howard? Yeah! And one of the guys sez to me, he sez, don't ever let on you heard this cuz the money'll only be there a few more days. He said that, did he? Yeah! And then he said. . Shut the fuck up, Howard. Just. . . shut up.

Will we ever see another sunset, Stanley? Of course, Edna, but maybe not as nice as this one. It's getting dark so fast, isn't it? It is. And that reminds me. What's that dear? What's for breakfast?

Are you heading to the meeting, Howard? Absolutely, Carl. I wouldn't miss it. The Workers' Collective has a lot to discuss and plan. Right. We've been trampled on for too long. It's time to strike back. I'll be there. Soon as. . . Soon as what? I gotta finish my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That's your priority right now? That and the milk and cookies, yeah. What kind of cookies? Oreos of course! Duh! Just checking. Oreos are on the peoples' approved list. There's a list? Of approved cookies? Good thing too. I wouldn't want to have to report you, Howard. You would do that? Not if I had one of those cookies, I wouldn't. Solidarity forever, Carl.

May I help you? Yeah, is Paulie home? Yes, but he doesn't want to see you. Beat it. Whaddya mean he doesn't want to see me? You heard me. But why? I don't know, and I don't care. Man, that's tough. Are you sure? Yeah, I'm sure. He called you a bunch of bad names. Very bad in fact. That don't mean nothing. When did he do that? Last night. In his sleep. You heard that from him talking in his sleep? Yeah. I guess. And that's why you think he don't wanna see me? Well you know what they say: dreams are a portal to the soul. Those are eyes, moron. Oh. Really? Jesus. What's Paulie doing now? He's sleeping. Figures. And talking about you.

Good morning, Herr Doktor. Good morning, my boy. Did you notice how warm it is today? Yes, it's brutally hot out there. It's my new Ozone Collector! it's working! Collecting prodigious amounts of ozone, to store in my unique pressure chamber. What does that mean? It means, my boy, I now control the climate! Why would you want to do that? To be king of the world! Ha ha! But what will happen to the Earth? Earth? A minor footnote in the vastness of the cosmos! That sounds a little extreme, Doktor, I mean. . . I'll be rolling in money! It's party time!! Oh my god. I fear for the planet. I'm gonna shake that. . . er, what do you call it? You mean, booty? Yes! It must be shaken!

Whatcha up to, Maurice? Nothin'.Just watching my team go down in flames. Well that's too bad Yeah. Too bad for them. Whaddya mean "for them?" I had money on their sorry asses. Quite a bit in fact. And they ain't gonna pay off. You a sore loser? Maybe, but not as sore as these guys are gonna be in the very near future. You mean that figuratively, of course, right? I wouldn't assume that. Oh. So, not so good for them? Not good at all.

May I help you? Yeah, I'm here to pick up the new battle tank. Excuse me? The new tank. The general wants to test it out. Uh, we don't have any tanks here. What? Don't tell me someone else picked it up already? Well, no.This is an art museum. We have. . . art. Ok, buddy. Stop fooling around. General wants his tank. Yes, I see, but there's no tanks here, I'm afraid. Look, what kind of weapons depot is this, anyway? We may have a few old cars on display. Would the General like one of those? Do they shoot? General likes stuff that shoots. Er, no. Maybe he'll like our next exhibit though. Yeah? What's that? The Art of War as Obsolete in Solving International Problems. Sounds kind of pinko to me. Will there be tanks? I'll see to it personally. Ok then. I just hope we're not attacked before that. I totally agree.

How about this pose? Well, you always were rooted. Some days more than others! This must be one of those days. That's good, right? I don't mind.

Are you here for the meeting? I dunno. What kind of meeting? A revival, brother. We are here to save our souls. Oh, cool. Are women allowed? Certainly. In fact, there's a girl here who travelled all the way from Paris! She's here? I'm fucking saved! That is, I feel the spirit in me already, uh, sir. Excellent! You know her? She's my long lost. . . uh, sister! Yeah, that's it! Wonderful to hear. You two must have a lot to talk about. Yeah. I gotta give her a big kiss. Maybe. And, say, is there a, you know, buffet? After? Of course. Hallelujah! I'm a believer! Let's start the revival proper!

Excuse me comrade. Is that a Marxist/Leninist tract you're reading? A what? Oh, no, it's the latest Scandinavian murder mystery. That hardly sounds like good party material. Oh, it is, it is. Without a doubt. You mean, it's been approved? Oh, I'm certain of it, yes. What is it's political viewpoint? I dunno. But the sex is awesome. There's. . . sex in it? The best! Politcally progressive sex, right? Absolutely. May I, er, borrow it? When you're done, I mean? Sure thing. I won't tell anyone. Me neither.

Nils, what is that noise? That's not noise, Otto, it's music! You call that music? It sounds like a meat grinder on steroids! Well I think it's a love song. Love? What's love got to do with it? That's a very good question. Wish I knew the answer. Me too. You think we ever will? I dunno. I'll ask my girlfriend. Lisa? Will she tell you? Maybe. If she ever returns from the matrix. Big if, dude. I know. Shit. Go ahead and. . . Turn up the music? Yeah. Way up. Maybe she'll hear it.

How was your vacation, lord? Excellent, archangel. I can't get enough of my lake. I outdid myself in creating that one. Many humans would agree with you. There were a few there as well. Did you, er, reveal yourself? Oh, no. Just used my typical subterfuge, pretending to be a mediocre lawyer from Detroit. Cool. They had no clue they were in the presence of the lord. So. . . no lightning bolts? Well, I can't say none. But I was quite discreet. Speaking of which, wasn't Aphrodite there with you? She may have been. Don't you have something to do, archangel? Yes, lord. On it. Totally.