Jesus Henry Christ Page #2

fight, fight, fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight, fight...

It's about Rodney--

Rodney King!

Rodney King, Rodney King!

Rodney King!

"Open your eyes, people,

"for you have been blinded from

the truth long enough.

"There is no Easter Bunny,

"no Tooth Fairy...

"no Santa Claus.

There is no devil."

And there is no God?

No!

They're lies!

Lies that exist because

man has fooled himself

into believing

that he can see the truth!

"When in reality,

man cannot see

that the hand

before his face is his own."

You don't believe in God?

I have my doubts.

Then why are you here?

Why are any of

us here?

What is

the purpose of our being?

I'm talking about here,

at this Catholic school.

Ms. Herman, surely you don't

condone your son's beliefs?

I believe my son is capable

of drawing his own conclusions.

You work in a cafeteria,

do you not?

I manage

a dormitory dining hall,

at the university,

not that I can see

how that's at all relevant.

Then tell me, Ms. Herman,

how would you feel if your

son's misplaced, misguided

heretic beliefs caused a riot

in your dining hall?

There is too a God,

you freak!

"A" pluses across the board.

And that man wants either

a public apology

or an expulsion?

Is that even a choice?

We choose expulsion.

We choose to

fight against the tyranny.

We choose to fight

against it.

Who's my father, Patricia?

Who's my father?

Who your father is

isn't important.

You have me,

a mother who loves you

more than life itself.

But everyone else has a father.

Why do you want to

be like everyone else?

You're not like

everyone else.

- You're very special.

- You mean I'm a freak.

- You're not a freak.

- You said so yourself.

A freak is someone who's

very special.

I don't remember saying that.

I do, I remember.

I remember everything.

And that is an amazing gift.

You are an amazing young man

blessed with an amazing gift.

Or cursed.

Happy birthday,

Henry, honey.

This is from Grandpa Stan.

Ahh!

Damn it!

Where you going,

Henry, honey?

Stan's.

That's a great idea, let's all

go celebrate together.

Shall we?

Buenas tardes, Enfermera Bruna.

In Brazil. we speak Portuguese,

not Spanish, idiot.

In the US of

we speak English,

mi gatita atractiva.

I gave her an eight.

I never knew you

spoke Spanish.

Well, there's a lot

you don't know about me.

Then again, there's a lot you

don't know about you.

Since when did you

start speaking Spanish?

Everyone that works here is

from south of the border.

Being here as long as I have,

you get used to

the lingo.

Besides, they like it

when you talk Mexican to them.

I get my money back if this

don't work, right?

Stan.

Stan.

Thank you, Stan.

I appreciate you not

pressing charges, Stewart.

Didn't mean to make you look bad

in front of your kid.

But I knew

I knew you.

You know that...

would barely be noticeable

if you were really black.

I am really black.

This ain't

gonna bounce, is it?

You have my word, it's good.

White devil's forked tongue

is a lying tongue.

Gotta go, Geronimo.

What, what,

where you going?

We're "negoci-tating."

I'm gonna see what

I can find out for you.

If the check clears.

But if I do happen to

found somehow,

I didn't

find it out... you dig?

I do dig.

Lesbo, lesbo, lesbo, lesbo,

- lesbo, lesbo, lesbo, lesbo...

- Hey, lesbo.

lesbo, lesbo, lesbo, lesbo,

lesbo, lesbo, lesbo...

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you!

I... hate... you!

There are many people

who believe

that what you

did to your daughter

constitutes child abuse.

I've tried to raise

my daughter

free from gender bias,

free from the...

...stereotypes

that dehumanize people.

Would you like a tissue,

Dr. O'Hara?

No, no.

No-- yes.

Is that it,

is that all of them?

Encontraste.

Encontraste.

Encontrar.

Aste, aste.

Tu.

You.

You found.

May I have that book?

You found my...

Jesus H. Christ.

May I have that book?

I'm done.

You've really read

this whole thing?

I can record what I see

or read.

And I always remember.

Always?

The parental-manipulation

theory.

Posits that by selecting either

heterosexual

or homosexual practices

as the acceptable norm,

parents can promote to their

offspring

a specific

passage of sexuality.

Page two, second paragraph.

"Among other disorders,

the test subject

suffers from..."

"An acute sense of unexplained

dinophobia.

A fear of dizziness that often

results in nausea and vomiting."

Page 142--

- Paragraph four.

- Third paragraph.

The paragraph

at the top of page 142

is carried over from

the previous page.

Slavkin O'Hara.

Henry James Herman.

What are you doing?

Can you help me take out

the trash, Henry?

Here we are.

Home sweet home.

Henry?

Is your daughter home?

Uh...

Audrey's... in school.

Speaking of which,

shouldn't you be

in school as well?

I got expelled.

Expelled?

For what?

Heresy.

If a bullet is fired straight up

into the sky,

it will slow down, stop,

then fall to

earth again--

accelerating until it reaches

a point

where its weight equals

the resistance of the air.

Brian.

I didn't do nothing.

Get your butt to

the principal's office.

Immediately!

What's the problem

with you people?

Oh, really?

And what might be that problem

be with my people?

Unlike where

you come from, Ms. Abda.

I was born here, Brian.

Real Americans believe in

innocence until proven guilty

and you have no proof that

I did anything wrong.

- Audrey?

- Yes, Ms. Abda?

( coughing )

Lesbo.

I am not a lesbo!

Are you okay?

Today's no worse than the living

hell that is my daily existence.

Fire.

Fire, I need fire.

Feel better now,

Dr. O'Hara?

No.

Not really.

Why were you

a sperm donor?

Excuse me?

You wrote in your book

that you donated sperm.

Why?

I didn't know

what else to do with it?

So I checked off the box.

It was a precautionary

measure.

A precaution against what?

I have testicular cancer?

Yes.

Cancer of the...

testicles.

Tell me, Dr. O'Hara.

Do you and...

Alice plan on having

any more children?

Yes, Mrs. O'Hara

and I certainly do.

Then may I suggest you seriously

consider sperm banking.

Sperm banking?

I myself am

a sperm donor.

Did you have testicular cancer?

Thank God, no.

No, no, no.

Some people donate blood,

I donate semens.

Why?

Not?

These are release form.

Pretty standard stuff

really, no biggie.

Now should your

fertility be unaffected

by the chemotherapy,

then all of your sperms shall be

properly disposed of.

Unless...

Unless?

You consent to have it donated

by checking off that box.

Little box at the bottom.

Little teeny box.

The process is

completely anonymous

and you will be monetarily

compensated.

Money's not the issue.

Then consider it a means of

fulfilling

your biological imperative.

I can only imagine

the profound love

pouring out of a mother's heart

when she first embraces

her newborn child.

A JOY that you...

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