Eat the Rich Page #6

"- I don't suppose...

- What's that?"

"- What?

- That noise."

"I want my son!"

"Thanks for everything."

"Not at all."

"Give me my son!"

"I want my son!"

"- My son!

- You're too late."

"- He's gone!

- F*** you!"

"Give me my son, or else I'll

fill you full of lead!"

"Oh!"

"You bastard!"

"Give... me..."

"my... f***ing..."

"son! Where is my son?!"

"Oh! Oh!"

"- Are you dead yet?

- - No!"

"Me neither."

"What about now?"

"Death's a great

equalizer, isn't it?"

"Isn't it a pity

we can't be more equal in life?"

"Don't start that old

commie bollocks again."

"Look, if you want

to meet your maker,"

"you better clean up your act."

"What's black, with curly

hair,"

"- and full of holes?

- - What?"

"You."

"OK. What's old,"

"stupid, and only got

half a stomach?"

"- What?

- - You!"

"Knock knock."

"- One, two, three!"

" All right, all right "

" I hope you sons of b*tches

see the light "

" You again, you again "

" I know you've got

a mental age of ten "

" Listen up, listen up "

" I wouldn't swap you

for a thousand bucks "

" Come on, you're the one "

" I think I'm going

to switch your laser on "

" I've got

the medicine you need "

" I've got the power

I've got the speed "

" I'll find out how

to stop your clock "

" We sure ain't

talking Dr. Spock "

" Hear me talking, Dr. Rock

"

" Lie down, turn around "

" Here come the sister

Gonna strip you down "

" Shut up, breathe in "

" Let's have the address

of your next of kin "

" Chin up, shoulders back "

" You've got a body

like a Marshall stack "

" Keep still

Take your pill "

" Or I'm gonna make

you really ill "

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