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You mean the ascot?

Yes, Rex, touch the f***ing ascot.

And cut.

Okay, moving right along-

- Jesus Christ.

- Big Mac. Oh, boy, payday!

Relax, that bucket thumb

never touched a doorbell in his life.

He's probably just some bill collector.

Listen, Rex, do me a favor,

will you, pal? Give him the brush?

- Give him the brush? Why me?

- Because you're in the buff, old sport.

And besides, they know my face.

Now, come on, you just...

Come on. You go to the door,

you tell them you're in the shower...

you tell them you never heard of me,

and then you slam the door in his face.

Come on!

Kid's got a lot of talent.

He sure takes it with him when he goes!

Hey, listen, hon.

You got any ideas when the Big Boy

is really gonna show?

Hang on, Harlene.

Big Mac's right around the corner.

The corners in this town are pretty far apart.

Big Mac has a very big car,

with a trunk full of treasure.

Who don't around here?

Remember that heap Wally used to drive?

Remember that time he mooned that crowd

in front of Grauman's Chinese?

Gee, he was a crazy-

We weren't going to talk about

Wally anymore.

I feel six kinds of a fool

but that's probably what you wanted.

It wasn't a bill collector at all.

Who was it? Fire marshal? Dogcatcher?

I'm host to a lot of

public servants these days.

It couldn't have been the dogcatcher.

He's still here.

It was that new kid from Path.

Said his name was Clark Gable.

Said he was looking for the Boy Wonder.

- What'd you say?

- What you told me.

Said I never heard of you, I just stepped

into the shower. He's a real wise guy.

- What'd he say?

- He said, "Just stepped into the shower?

"Your neck would get a lot cleaner

if you took your ascot off next time. "

Just like that, he says it,

then he winks and walks away. Wise guy.

- What the hell does this kid want from me?

- I told you. He loves ghost stories.

- That's rich.

- It's a scream.

You think that's a scream?

Wanna hear a scream?

Just wait till you hear what bubbles

up out of your big mouth...

the next time that kid comes around here

bothering me again.

Relax, kid. He won't be back. One look

at this kid's mug would keep anybody away.

My mug? Say, listen, sister,

with a kisser as crinkled as yours is...

I wouldn't be casting aspersions

on anybody's-

Okay, break it up.

And get it up, Rex, we're ready to roll.

Back to your places.

Are you ready, Rex?

- Is he ready? Boner-rama!

- You've got a filthy mouth.

Yeah? It must have been what I was

chomping on in the scene we did yesterday.

- I'm warning you-

- All right. Sit down, get in your place.

Okay, now. Rex, she has been...

laughing at you. Your manhood, and

I employ the term strictly ad referendum...

- your manhood has been impugned.

- What are you talking about?

- He means I'm laughing at your cock.

- Oh, yeah?

That and the ascot.

Yes, that pretty much sums it up. Now...

the question is, Rex,

what do you do about it?

- Are you kidding?

- But that's what you don't do...

old sport. Because, after all,

we are not some pack of degenerates...

smearing some slime

we shot in some seedy motel room...

across the stag-party screens of America.

We are pioneers, Rex.

We are pioneers in the neoplastic arts.

We are ever-searching for that excuse...

to extend the boundaries...

of those arts beyond the limits of urgency.

I, honest to God,

don't know what you're talking about.

Rex, I'm talking about poetry, subtlety.

Now stop and think for one second.

Why deliver a crude blow to her face...

when the means are at hand

for you to render your vengeance...

through the very instrument

of your anguish?

The very vehicle of her ridicule?

Rex, you with me?

I don't think I got-

The ascot, Rex. Strangle her

with the f***ing ascot, you orangutan.

Say, that's pretty good.

Thank you. I'm sorry

for calling you an orangutan.

- That's all right.

- Let's get this show on the road.

All righty. We're going to take it

from where you're laughing at him, Harlene.

And action!

All right, she's laughing at you, Rex.

She's laughing. Let it build.

Think about it, Rex,

because she's laughing at you, boy.

She's laughing at every able-bodied

jack-buck of a man...

who paid his 25 cents to see this picture,

boy. What are you going to do about it?

First thought you're going to get...

is you wanna drive that sneering, little nose

of hers up into that empty, little brain.

Isn't it, boy? Go ahead, do it.

Do it! Feels good, doesn't it?

You're going to smash her face, aren't you?

But wait, you've got a better idea.

The ascot!

It's too beautiful.

That's it, take it off slowly, Rex.

Take it off slow. That's it, savor it.

Beautiful.

Beautiful. Now just let it hang there.

Let it hang there.

That's it, really nice, Rexy. Nice.

Like it's that old stocking

peeling off that little leg of hers.

Beautiful, Rex, beautiful.

Now let it hang there limp.

Let it hang there like a limp

and useless sleeping little snake.

That's it. And now we're going to flick it,

flick it in her f***ing face.

Feels good, doesn't it?

She's laughing at you, Rex.

How funny does she think it is now?

Your tits hurt? How funny is it now?

Now we're going to wrap it

around her throat.

Now we're going to put it

around that soft white neck.

Slowly, Rex, slowly. That's it.

Beautiful, Rex, beautiful.

Put it around that little...

Iying, twisting throat of hers.

You stay put!

Tighter. I want it tighter!

I want to feel those veins popping...

and those little bones crushed.

That's it! And now...

show her who's boss, Rexy!

Push her!

There we go! Okay! That's the way! That's it.

There we go! F*** her from behind.

There we go! Do it to her!

That's it, there we go! That's it! F*** her!

That's the stuff!

Get him! Yeah, that's the way!

Move, move, move!

Son of a b*tch!

Do it to her!

Okay! All right! Thank you!

There we go! Do it to her!

F*** her! F*** her ass!

All right, now, f*** her.

Son of a b*tch.

Get off!

That's right!

All right!

You son of a b*tch.

You were at your peak, you know that?

You were at your goddamn peak.

- You're kidding.

- I'm not kidding you.

That's it, that was your peak, wild bull.

You're nuts. You're both nuts.

This is an insane asylum!

Will you listen to this?

Gets his twitching little fingers up over

the grave of his own star potential...

and he's already shoving the mud back

down on us...

with those muddy little knees of his.

- You whining ingrate.

- Whining?

He's howling, he's Rex, the Wonder Dog.

I've had it with you two.

I don't need this humiliation.

I got star potential.

But, Rex, old sport...

that is what they call

your classic combination.

I call it the bunk 'cause I met someone

today who's taken an interest in my work.

Someone who's very sweet.

He's a big cheese at Metro...

- and when Big Mac comes-

- He's going to come quietly...

so as not to disturb the Boy Wonder here.

So, did I tell you or what?

You get used to it.

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