I Melt with You Page #2
- Come on.
- Amongst friends.
I don't think I can stay here.
When you told me,
it just sounded like
you should f***ing
get it off your chest, you know.
- I mean, you...
- What?
It was a one-time-only
thing.
And the girl came in
late in the day.
She was pretty,
to say the least,
and it had been a while for me.
And I... used
anesthesia on her.
Yeah. Let's skip
to the part
where you sent
the receptionist home.
I did things.
I mean, I basically
lost control.
And looking back on it,
I really feel that
I shouldn't have...
Oh, you f***er! F*** you!
Alley-oop!
Slam dunk, motherf***er!
The man said childhood
It's in his childhood...
Hey, f***in' Scarface, how about
a little on this end of the table?
- Come on.
- It was out of control
I had the opinion
it was out of control
Oh, oh...
It was that girl Emily.
She lived in the house
next to us.
Yeah, yeah.
And who was the guy?
- It was Simon... Simon Tuller.
- No, no, no, it wasn't.
You know, I actually
f***ed Emily, just... and who else?
- Guilty as charged.
- I didn't.
- She gave me crabs.
- She gave you the crabs?
I f***ed her boyfriend
Jeff Snyder.
Oh, great. Well played.
- That's so f***ing funny...
- What?
because when
I f***ed Emily, I gave her crabs,
which basically means
I gave you the crabs!
Hey, f*** off!
I banged her...
when I banged her,
I knew that I had
the f***ing crabs.
There you go, mac.
Here, take them back.
Here are your crabs back,
you f***.
The gift that keeps giving, huh?
You still have 'em, sir?
You know how to get rid of 'em?
By the way, this is true.
You take a really good,
good lighter,
and you shave one testicle,
and you light
the other testicle on fire.
- The critters run from...
- Critters!
the burning testicle
onto the shaved one.
Okay, and then
you take an ice pick,
and you just jam it
into the f***ers!
Aah, aah!
True.
Is it possible
to have a conversation
that's a little more serious?
- No, no!
- No!
- Come on.
- F*** that.
That's what
I f***in' hate, man.
Is people... we...
we can no longer
do and say the things
that make us feel good.
Yeah, that's what
I'm talking about.
Are you saying
that doing and saying
stupid things
makes you feel good?
You know what
I'm talking about.
Like, when we get past 40,
we can no longer be honest
about what makes us laugh.
And if you're
a father, forget it.
You show any immaturity,
you lose all credibility.
Oh, come on.
Blah, blah, blah.
- Come on, that's pathetic.
- You are pathetic, Ron, because...
- What?
- You don't need to participate
in a conversation
that might be illuminating
because you're such
a powerful man.
Oh, no, that's not
f***ing it, by the way.
I am here to talk
about Volvos...
- vulvas.
- Volvos!
- I got one of those.
- And schlongs.
Happy birthday
to you, Timothy!
Happy birthday!
Yeah!
Happy birthday, baby.
Happy birthday, Timmy.
- Look at that.
- She's got a beard.
Of course she does.
Look it, she's got
a man-gina.
- See? I didn't forget about you.
- You never do.
I love you, pal. Happy birthday.
I guess I can die now.
Do it when no one else
is around, please.
- Thanks, guys.
- We're all glad you were born.
- Happy birthday.
- Timmy!
Here's to us.
- Us band of brothers!
- Yeah!
Whoo!
I wanna be adored
I wanna, I wanna
I wanna be adored
I wanna, I wanna
I wanna be adored
I wanna, I wanna
I gotta be adored
I wanna be adored.
Why do you dislike
rock 'n' roll so much?
These days, it's a disease.
It's a plague.
It's been going on
for too long.
It's history.
It's not achieving anything.
It's just digression.
They play rock 'n' roll
at airports.
It's about as, like,
advanced as it can possibly get.
But there was a time
when you didn't feel that way.
It is too much like
a structure, a church...
- Yeah, but there was a...
- Man #2:
a religion, a farce.A time when you
did not feel that way.
- What made you change...
- No, I've always felt this way.
Even when you were working
with the Sex Pistols?
I wondered when
you'd get round to that one.
- Ahh.
- Yes, even then,
because the Sex Pistols
was going to be
the absolute end
of rock 'n' roll,
which I thought it was.
Unfortunately,
the majority of the public,
being the senile animals that they are,
got that wrong.
Where did the name
the Sex Pistols come from?
Who thought that name up?
Some animal.
I can't remember.
It doesn't matter.
It's history.
Well, I think history
matters a little bit.
When you say "some animal,"
was this a member of the band...
History does not matter.
I mean, your program
is called "Tomorrow."
There must be a reason
behind that.
Well, unless we remember
our yesterdays,
there will be no tomorrows.
Getting back
to the public image...
Charlie don't surf,
and we think he should
Charlie don't surf
And you know
that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf
for his hamburger mama
Charlie's gonna be
a napalm star
The reign of the superpowers
must be over
So many armies
can't free the earth
So, soon the rock
will roll over
Africa is choking
on their Coca-Cola
It's a one-way street
in a one-horse town
One-way people
starting to brag around
You can laugh,
put them down
These one-way people
gonna blow us down
'Cause Charlie don't surf,
and we think he should
Charlie don't surf
And you know
that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf
for his hamburger mama
Charlie's gonna be
a napalm star...
Charlie don't surf,
he'll never learn
Charlie don't surf
though he's got a gun
Charlie don't surf,
think that he should
Charlie don't surf...
We really think
that he should
Charlie don't surf
Charlie don't surf.
Whoo!
- That was mine!
- F*** you.
- English Beat.
- "Twist and Crawl."
- Whoo!
- Depeche Mode.
- Uh, "Personal Jesus."
- The Cure.
- "Boys Don't Cry."
- "Killing an Arab."
- X.
- Uh, "Johnny Hit and Run Paulene."
And I win, 'cause I got
Timmy, you all right
down there?
Wanna go for a ride?
Now!
Come on.
Come on.
Whoo!
Come on, Timmy.
More, more!
- Gotta get a hard-on.
- I can't! This is so bad!
F***, yeah!
F*** you!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Come on, faster!
Let's go faster.
Yeah!
Whoa, whoa!
Whoo-hoo!
Ho ho!
This is really hard.
Whoa, whoa! No!
- Are you dead?
- Oh.
- F***!
- Oh, f***.
F***.
- Come on.
- Hold on, how do I...
Come on.
I'll radio for help.
To the dunes, man.
- How are they gonna find us?
- They'll find us.
The best swimsuit
of all time...
- The big areolas, like ka-kaw!
- Yeah, exactly.
- F***in' ka-kaw!
- She's wearing a hammock.
- Here's what I miss, okay.
- Yes.
- I miss p*ssy hair.
Yeah?
- Is that so f***ing wrong?
- No.
Everybody looks like
a f***ing Barbie doll.
You know, you don't want
to have a f***ing machete
and get in there and just...
night vision goggles and sh*t.
You want a clean runway.
- Oh, yeah.
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