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Who is this that cometh

out of the wilderness...

like pillar of smoke...

perfumed with myrrh and frankincense?

Just another slab of meat for my dungeon.

Quel bordel de merde.

-Thy speech is comely.

-Encul.

Thy lips are like threads of scarlet.

This isn't very amusing, darling.

Why do you waste your words

on this piece of petit-fois?

Oh, it's nothing, nothing, nothing...

a mere outburst of the poet within me.

Take her to Cell 63.

You're Squeezit Henderson's sister, Ren.

Cheese it, it's the Princess!

My pet needs a mate.

Oh, he can do it to me. Honest!

Why don't you go down on your knees,

and give him what he wants?

Oooo! You're really gonna get it.

You make a lovely couple.

Lucky, lucky, lucky

the boss really noticed you.

-Oh, yeah?

-Uh-huh!

But how can he bear

the touch of that loathsome Queen?

She's nothing but an old, fat whore.

The Queen is a very important person.

She hurts me a lot, but I respect her.

When I turned 12, Papa said:

''Little woman, better get yourself a wife''

'''Cause you're too mean for a man

She'll clean up your life''

''And if she's the Devil,

you'll know she'll be your friend''

When I turned 13, I spat in my poppa's eye

Took off to find my man

'cause I couldn't find a wife

I spread-eagled in a lot of towns

I couldn't find no man to lay me down

They were so busy a-cock-a-doodle-doin'

But they still couldn't nail me down

So I grew up lonesome

knowing there'd be no man

or woman to get me goin' through this life

'Cause I was hatched out of a witch's egg

Been doomed to fly high

like a crane with no legs

I laid down with the Devil

and his sidekick, mankind

But somethin' called lovin'

made me hungry inside

So I went to the Lord

and I asked him for more

than what this world could offer

I laid down with him and I had to grin

'cause he was shyer than a flower

Now thanks to the Lord I've been set free

My lover is the trade winds

that take me out to sea

My life is like nobody else's

There's only one of me

'Cause I was hatched

out of a witch's egg

Been doomed to fly high

Like a crane with no legs

Pleures, pleures, oh pleures

Pleures, pleures sur ton malheur

Pleures, pleures, oh pleures

Pleures, pleures triste coeur

Pleures, pleures, oh pleures, pleures

Pleures, mouills les fleurs

Pleures, pleures, pleures, pleures

Pleures sur ton bonheur

-Doris, you surprised me.

-Just what do you think you're pulling here?

-I was just only looking at her.

-Oh, yeah?

Listen, buster, looking's dangerous.

Next thing you know,

you'll be sucking on her mangoes.

My, my, aren't you a jealous one?

Well, why shouldn't I be?

It gets on my nerves, you know.

You know, I must have my army.

I'm not about to compromise my position

in life, my ancestry...

my tradition, for your silly little suspicions.

Your army!

Where is your precious army?

I will have a whole army of Zombie.

A Zombie Marine Corps...

a Zombie Navy Corps,

a Zombie Space Cadets--

You're really out to lunch.

Look at this world you've cooked up.

And you expect

to take over another universe?

You dumb f***.

Just wait until these dead babies

start marching...

and you'll be eating your words.

I am waiting, Your Majesty,

waiting for you to tell me...

why that French slit is so special to you,

and why you carry her photograph...

around in your pocket.

All right, I'll tell you.

She's French, and that's simple.

And therefore, she's of the master race...

a direct descendant of God, just like me.

Direct descendant of God?

You just want to slip her the pork.

That does it.

I'm hopping the next bus out of here.

You cannot mean that.

What will you do?

Just go on living, I guess.

Oh, chrie, ma petite coquette,

ma petite princesse.

Mon petit chou, c'est rien.

Harder.

Frenchy! Harder!

I hope you were not treated badly.

I gave strict instructions for you

to be put in our most cheery dungeon.

Why am I prisoner here?

It's for your own safety, chrie.

The Queen may have had you tortured...

or executed, had it not been

for my quick and decisive action.

-Vous-tes artiste?

-Oh, no, no, no, no.

I am a soldier by profession.

This is only doodling, you know, to relax.

La couleur, la form, l'image!

C'est vraiment magnifique.

Vous tes tres gentille.

It's nothing, nothing at all.

A is A, A-A-A

A E icky U, U-U-U

Icky A-E-I-O-U, Icky I-O-U

B is Bay, Bay-Bay-Bay

Bay-Be-Ba-Bi-Bo-Bo-Bu-Bu-Bu

Bay-Be-Bay-Be-Bi-Bo-Bu

Bay-B-Bi-Bo

C is say, say say say

say see sicky so soo woo woo

Sicky say see si so so, sicky si so su

Golly, what a groovy tune

The alphabet is fun

Consonants and vowels to learn

The pen is mightier than the gun

F is fay, fi fo foo

-F-U-C-K

-You! You! You!

Ficky Fa Fe Fi Fo Foo

Ficky Fi F*** you!

G is gay, gay gay gay

gay guy gicky go goo goo goo

Gicky gay, guy, gee--

Shut up, you punk.

A!

B!

C!

D!

E!

F!

G!

H!

I!

J!

K!

L!

M!

N!

O!

P!

Q!

R!

S!

T!

U!

V!

W!

X!

Y!

Z! Z!

Z! Z!

Z!

Z!

Z!

Z!

Squeezit, if you're too scared

to help me rescue Ren and Frenchy...

I'm gonna have to get that

kosher fart grandfather of mine to help me.

Yeah, but Miss Feldman

will never let you out of class this early.

Oh, yeah?

Gramps, come on, lean back.

Let me untie you.

We got to go save Sis.

Sh*t.

Come on, Gramps, let's go.

Change your foreign money to local currency.

Change your foreign money to local currency.

Okay, Mr. Bernstein,

give me a quarter's worth.

Two craps. How do you like that?

Killer Rosenblatt, the famous Jewish wrestler.

I've read all about you in the paper.

Well, you see, Gramps, he can't hear you...

'cause he's so used to hollering

at the opposition...

he's deaf and dumb.

So what's a nice Jewish boy like you

doing in the Sixth Dimension?

You see Gramps, we're here

to find my sister Frenchy. She disappeared.

The French girl in 63?

Oy vey, oy vey, oy vey!

If the Queen should find out

what the King is doing to that girl...

-She'd murder the poor girl.

-No kidding?

Tell me, Gramps, you got a way,

maybe I can get my sister back?

Get his sister back, he says. Let me think.

I have a strategy that could get her back.

I could even bring Jesus Christ himself

back again.

-For how much?

-For three shekels.

-Okay, three shekels. You got a deal, okay?

-Okay.

Here's three shekels.

Now I'll tell you....

Wait a minute, Gramps. Hold it.

Let me get rid of this guy.

Hey, Bust Rod, here's a quarter.

Go get me a pack of cigarettes.

Camels, like a good fellow, that's the idea.

Come on, Gramps, let's go find Sis.

I'll give you one last chance to live...

you sniveling little weasel!

Tell me why you and the Fat One

came into our Kingdom here.

If I tell you, will you let me and Gramps go

and take one of the prisoners with us?

-Of course, dear.

-See, we really came here...

to rescue my sister,

you understand? Frenchy.

Because Mr. Bernstein said that

she's in great danger.

The King fell in love with her,

and the Queen is jealous.

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