Fritz The Cat Page #7

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There he is!

He's the one who keeps

the bosses in power!

He's the one

who's holding you down!

-Who, me?

-You!

-Not me. You.

-No, you!

-Me?!

-Not me!

You!

-F*** you!

-You first!

The spiked Buddha Capitalism !

The iron thumb on the heads

of the proletariat!

They're gonna kill us.

Would you like to see

a picture of my kids?

Come on, man!

You'll get killed up here!

Get them, get them !

Kill them !

We shall overcome!

Group Commander to Formation B.

Don't give them

a chance to scatter.

Attack all congested areas.

I've got to find him.

Where could he be?

This is the alley behind

that place he was standing at.

It gives me the creeps.

Good evening, madam.

Oh, Fritz!

Thank God I found you.

Join me, Winston, my love.

It's not very pretty looking,

but it's cozy as a b*tch.

Fritz, come out of there,

will you please?

The hell! With the fuzz

combing the city for me?

Has my picture

appeared on TV yet?

Have they broadcast an alarm?

Offered a reward for information

leading to my arrest?

Don't be so melodramatic.

You and your illusions

of grandeur.

I'm not getting in that filthy,

grimy garbage can with you.

Go f*** yourself.

You're such a child.

Such a self-centered,

egotistical child.

This is disgusting.

If you're gonna talk about

my garbage can that way...

just get the hell out.

Fritz, are you still going

to bug out or not?

Are you kidding, toots?

I got no choice at this point.

Listen to me, will you?

I've got a car and some money.

I can get

all the things we need...

and we can leave right away.

We can go out to the coast.

I'll get a good job

as a private secretary...

and you can work

on your poetry and all.

We can get married and rent

a nice little pad in Frisco...

and dig the scene out there.

It's supposed

to be a great town.

Frisco. Yeah, OK.

She makes men into boys

She makes giants into men

She'll have you feeling guilty

Before you can count to ten

Poor Winston

Sharp mind and a body to match

Poor Winston

Fine fancy karma,

able, too, at that

Who is the girl

in the fiberglass shorts?

Well, it's got to be

Winston Schwartz

You can't outtalk her

'Cause she talks too fast

You can't outthink her,

she's a New York flash

She makes love to you

and tell you you're in love

You make love to her

She says you don't know

how to do it

Poor Winston

at last we're zooming down

that old lonesome highway.

It's wild.

Yeah. Marvelous.

Marvelous, my ass!

It's exalting. Elating.

The cool night wind

blowing past the window. Man!

I'm hungry.

Let's stop someplace.

The hell with stopping.

I just want to feel

those miles flying by.

I'm hungry!

Let's dig one of those

little greasy truck stops.

I'd like to talk with

those truck drivers, you know?

Hear what they got to say

about life on the road.

I bet they got

wild stories of the road.

Drivers, trucks, hijackers!

Fights! Let's do it.

Here's a good place.

I'll have your deluxe steak

with salad and coffee. Black.

All right.

What would you like, sir?

That was really a fine steak.

You can always depend

upon Howard Johnson's.

Let's get back on the road.

Goddamn.

Fritz! Wake up!

Huh? What?

The car is broken down...

and I can't get

the damned thing...

What? Where are we?

F*** a duck.

We're out in the middle

of the frigging desert.

Jesus, it's great!

Exactly. You've been

sound asleep for two days.

-What?

-Two days.

You must've been dragged out

after your big binge.

Sh*t. I guess I was.

All that drinking and

blowing pot and screwing, man.

Man, I get horny

just thinking about it.

Like, wow!

Start thinking about

fixing this car, Fritz...

or we'll be sitting

here forever.

Look, is something

bugging you, pal?

The car won't go!

Well, let's have a look.

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