A Dirty Shame
- NC-17
- Year:
- 2004
- 89 min
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Sylvia...
Sylvia...
Sylvia
Smile for me
Fill my world
with poetry
Forget those
faraway dreams
That haunt you
Sylvia
Young in years
Let the sunshine
Dry your tears
And we
will walk in the wind
And stars
Like April lovers
With hearts aglow...
Come on back
to bed, Sylvia.
Can't you see
l'm cooking scrapple?
lt can wait.
Sex is in the air.
Not in here it isn't.
l got work, Vaughn.
Your mother
is up the store.
lt's light out, for Christ's sake.
What's gotten into you?
Come on, move!
...Forget those
faraway dreams
That haunt you...
God!
...Let the sunshine
Dry your tears
And we will walk
in the wind...
Damn it!
Jesus Christ.
Oh-hh!
...With hearts aglow
Till love discloses
Where the secret
roses grow...
You seen my keys?
Ow!
l said, have you seen
my keys?
Where did you
leave them?
lf l knew where l'd left them, they
wouldn't be lost, would they?
Vaughnhole!
Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty!
lt's not my fault.
Somebody left his magazine on the front
porch and it got me all riled up.
Oh, sure,
''somebody left it.''
sure, sure...
You said
you didn't want to.
l mean a man has needs, Sylvia.
Marital needs.
My gal is red hot, yeah!
My gal is red hot
Your gal ain't
doodly squat
Well, she ain't got
no money, but man
She's really
got a lot
Well, l got a gal,
six feet four...
Ooh.
...My gal is red hot
Your gal
ain't doodly squat
Yeah, my gal
is red hot
Your gal
ain't doodly squat
Well, she ain't got
no money, but, man...
lsn't it a little early
for that, Caprice?
l'm developing
my act, Mother.
Mutilating your mammaries
and gyrating down at some biker bar
is an act, all right,
an act of defiance.
l was a legend down at the Holiday
House, in case you didn't know it.
Morning, honey.
Daddy, let me go down to the bar
and perform.
You're in home detention,
cupcake.
The ''government'' wants you to stay
indoors for a while, huh?
You're just too pretty
to go out.
We let you keep your tawdry theatrical
mementoes. lsn't that enough?
You were convicted
of indecent exposure for the third time.
l was promoting
the art of dance.
With nude loitering?!
Nude and disorderly conduct?
Nude drunken driving?
l was not drunk.
l was on pills.
Something is the matter
with you, Caprice.
You are such a Neuter,
Mother.
And Neuters will never
understand.
Something is the matter
with your vagina.
Hulh
Morning,
Mrs. Stickles.
Oh, you brat!
l'm gonna report you.
Morning.
Formstone's looking good.
Ah, it's the real McCoy
all right, vintage.
- Paid through the nose for it.
- Oh.
One thing we've learned-- proper
restoration never comes cheaply.
l need to go down to
the bar-- just for an hour!
Come on, Dad, don't lock it.
Daddy, let me go!
My public needs me!
- Ooh!
- Mrs. Stickles,
my name is Fat F*** Frank.
And l'm your daughter's
number one fan.
She moved to
the Erie Canal area.
Hey, Vaughn.
Hey!
Caprice retired
from show business.
She's no longer
a public figure.
Her name ain't Caprice,
it's ''Ursula Udders.'' And she's famous.
She got the biggest tits
on Harford Road.
Ursula! Ursula Udders!
Texture, that's
what l call it.
lt's me,
Fat F*** Frank.
And l miss
them great big--
Destroy all Neuters!
We sure didn't
have this in D.C.
God, l love Baltimore.
lt's a real city of diversity.
Sylvia! Sylvia,
we need gas, honey!
Get gas.
Honey,
still mad?
Remember to fill it up.
l'll walk, don't worry.
Hmm?
Ugh!
Smokey the bear,
Smokey the bear
- Prowling and a-growling...
- Grr!
Hi! Grrr-rr! Woof!
- Grrr!
- Woof! Woof!
That's why they called him Smokey,
that is how he got his name...
- Hi, Vaughn.
- Morning, Betty.
Does the Pinewood
Park-and-Pay sell lotions?
You know--
ointments?
We sure do.
How is that fine wife
of yours doing?
She's up at the store
like always, Wendell.
Don't you
find it funny
that every man
in this neighborhood has a penis?
Well, not really,
Betty.
Sheeze...!
Uglh!
Oh, don't.
Jesus, Mary,
and Joseph!
Olh!
...Whoa, whoa-whoa
l need your loving--
oh, that's it, babe.
That's it, oh-oh-oh.
Oh, God!
Ooh, that's it, baby.
Oh, talk to the mike,
talk to the mike. Ooh-ooh.
Oh, that's what
l call a hum job. Oh, yeah.
Come on.
Oh, okay.
l'm out of gas.
Move it, Neuter!
- Oh, God!
- How am l supposed to move with no gas?
Get out of the way!
We're in a hurry.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!
- Filthy little hedges.
- Morning, Marge.
Growin' all dirty,
makes me sick.
Hi, l'm ''Mama Bear.''
have you met
my hus-bear?
No, l haven't.
l'm ''Papa Bear.''
And this is our cub,
''Baby Bear.''
Grrr!
l'm Vaughn. Welcome
to the Harford Road area.
When we take over,
it's gonna be a--
''Bearquake!''
...Happy, happy, happy
With a big bear hug.
- Come on.
- Move that piece of sh*t.
Can you call
Triple-A, please?
Hurry up,
l've got a hot date.
What, at 7:
00 a.m.?What's the matter with you?
You'd have a date too
if you wore some make-up.
- Your poor husband.
- Huh?
Ooh-hh!
lf you could just
help me, l'd--
Ooh!
lt's her!
Let's go sexing.
Sylvia...
Olh!
Ooh!
Hello, ma'am.
My name is Ray Ray
and l'm here to-- service you.
l'm Sylvia,
and l hit my head. Oh.
A concussion
is a terrible thing
to waste.
lt's okay.
Ooh!
My p*ssy's on fire.
l know it is.
lt's a burning bush.
Show me a sign, Sylvia.
We knew you'd come.
All l can do
is pass the gift.
Huh?
You're a sex addict now
and you'll never be the same.
Ooh-aah--!
There you go.
All better?
Oh, thank you so much.
l don't know
what came over me.
Well, you recognized the concussion
and there's no going back now.
l'm gonna give you
my card.
Sex addicts
are everywhere, Sylvia,
and pretty soon,
Harford Road will be ours.
Oh, hey, hold on.
Ray Ray
is a sexual healer.
Come visit us,
Sylvia.
Your people
are waiting.
Olh
One day we're going
to discover a brand new sex act,
one that's never
been performed before.
And we hope you'll be
with us on that day of carnal rapture.
Ooo
Alh
P*ssy, ooh...
Sore, wet, ooh...
My pussycat was scratching out
on my back door...
...Scratched so long
poor p*ssy got sore
Sore p*ssy, ooh...
Sore... p*ssy... ooh
Just a friendly
little cat
Friendly little cat
My pussycat
was sitting out on the front step
Sat so long poor p*ssy got wet,
sore p*ssy.
Hello, Mrs. Stickles.
Oh boy, am l blushing?
Everyone is familiar with
the traditional forms of pornography.
But the lnternet
is creating new forms--
- You going to the movies, Dave?
- Huh?
Hell, you're picking
your seat, aren't you?
Dykes!
Used to be Harford Road
was for families.
Now it's
a lesbian aorta.
Mother,
l don't feel well.
Well, no wonder,
they've got blatant homosexuals
shopping right in our store.
They eat life,
you know.
- Jesus!
- Sperm!
Did you see those
new neighbors moving in?
Hmm? Grown men with
hairy legs prancing around half naked--
''We're bears.'' what the hell is that
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