Julien Donkey-Boy Page #6

do me like Jesus,

Can't nobody

do me like Jesus..."

"Can't nobody

do me like Jesus,

Can't nobody

do me like Jesus.

Nobody, nobody.

Nobody, nobody.

I said,

nobody, nobody.

Nobody, nobody...

Can't nobody

do me like Jesus,

Can't nobody

do me like Jesus..."

"Nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

No, no, no, no, no,

nobody

No, no, no, no, no,

nobody..."

Julien...

why don't you tell your sister

that she's a dilettante?

She's never gonna learn

to play this harp.

She's a dilettante

and she's a slut.

You're a dila--

and a slut.

You're never gonna learn

to play the harp.

I just can't stand this

any longer!

I can't stand this

any longer.

I might accidentally

step on this here.

Come on, don't try

to defend your sister.

You'll just look stupid.

- I'm back.

- You're just stupid!

You look so stupid.

You look utterly

and completely

and irrevocably stupid.

You look so stupid.

If I were so stupid,

I would slap

my own face.

Well, I'm not stupid

like that.

I'm not even stupid

like that.

- Tell him to slap his face.

- No.

- Slap his face.

- No, Julien, relax.

Don't pay

any attention to him.

I ain't gotta be stupid

like that.

Slap your face.

Slap your face.

I ain't gonna be stupid

like that.

Tell him

to slap his face!

Slap your face.

You should slap your face!

You might even wake up.

- Just slap your face.

- No.

If I were as stupid,

I would slap my own face.

Just tell him

to slap his own face.

Why don't you tell him

to slap his own face?

Just slap your face.

Just slap your face.

I'll turn my back.

I'll turn my back and he's

gonna start to slap his face.

You're gonna do it,

because he will wake up.

Slap your face!

- Slap my face?

- Slap your face!

- Like this?

- Yeah.

Tell him

to slap it harder.

Tell him

to slap it harder.

I can't.

It really hurts.

- Slap it harder.

- I can't, it really hurts.

You'll become

more intelligent.

Can it hurt me, Pop?

Can it hurt me, Pop?

Yeah.

Why don't you lie down--

why don't you lie down

and keep on slapping

your face?

Just keep on

slapping your face.

And you take

this f***ing harp--

slap your face!

Tell him to slap

his face.

You sing the song--

shut up,

sing the song.

You pluck this f***ing thing

and you slap your face.

I just can't take it

any longer.

I just cannot

take it any longer.

Can it hurt me, Pop?

Can it hurt me?

Just sing the song.

Just sing, sing--

just sing the song.

- Can it hurt me...?

- Come on. Stop.

- Come on, sing the song.

- Can it hurt me?

Can it hurt me, Pop?

Just can't stand it.

I just can't take it.

- Can it hurt me, Pop?

- Stop it!

Can it hurt me, Pop? !

Shhh!

Shhh!

"An eye for an eye.

Blood for blood.

Eye for an eye,

tooth for tooth.

Hand for hand,

foot for foot.

The son kills the father,

and collects his blood."

Shhh!

Sorry. They're stupid,

little pieces of crap,

that are glued together.

If you fall with them,

you'll die.

No, no, no.

You're not gonna die.

Because these are the two

safest things in the world.

You've got double blade

technology from ice skating.

You've got the safest thing

in the world, a flip-flop.

I glued them together.

You've got something really secure.

And you've got shoes

you can wear in the house,

you've got shoes

you can wear in the park,

shoes you can wear

on the ice rink.

- It's getting big.

- Your baby's due in two months?

In two months' time

it's due.

How do you think the future

for the baby looks?

- Bright.

- Bright?

- Bright as the sun.

- Whoa.

How come everybody comes out of

their mother's stomach as a baby?

Because they have to be

so small to fit in there.

There's not

a lot of room.

They can't just come out

as 11 or 12 year olds,

'cause then it would be

really, really big,

and so painful.

Could you imagine?

That would be horrible.

and your ice cream.

Five bucks a shoe,

and the ice cream.

a dime for those.

You know...

I could make those myself.

I'd just take one of my sandals

and put two blades on top.

You think those are actually

gonna make you stand up?

Just leave me alone.

I don't want them.

Okay? Period.

I don't want them.

Ricky, Ricky, Ricky...

you gotta trust me.

Once you wear

my flippy-flips--

You're getting

on my nerves.

If you don't want to stop,

then I'm gonna have to

curse you out in Yiddish, okay?

You know what I used

to think?

I used to think

that I could see a lot,

but I found out

that I couldn't see very much,

that my vision

was almost slim to none.

I thought I could

almost see totally.

So if nobody ever told you,

you would have never known.

No.

I thought I could really see--

almost normal sight,

but, I found out

I'm not even close.

If you don't

leave me alone,

I'm gonna smear this

all over your face.

- Can I get a little bit?

- No, you're not gonna have it.

You're not gonna

have it, period.

Not even-- if you leave me alone,

I'll throw it on the floor,

and I'll let you lick it

off the floor.

Sometimes I wish

I was deaf.

- Why?

- I don't know.

The world is just

too loud.

How about you go home,

and go to the bathroom,

head in the toilet,

and then eat the sh*t?

I can glide like this.

No, no, no.

Why not?

It's fun.

Slow down.

Slow down, Chrissy.

I've got you.

Trust me.

Let's not go crazy here.

We can still have fun.

We can still have fun,

but I don't want to go fast.

You maybe need a better skater

when you try your tricks.

Oh, no, my skate's undone.

My lace is undone,

we have to go to the wall.

We don't want you

tripping and falling.

No, don't go too fast.

I'm way behind you here.

Hey, these girls

are really good.

Maybe one of them

will skate with you.

Do you want to skate

with one of these girls?

Yes.

This is really good.

- Are you having fun?

- Yes.

Good. Feeling the wind

in your hair?

Fire! Fire!

Get her in

carefully, now.

How are you feeling, ma'am?

Where does it hurt?

Show me with one finger

where it hurts.

- Right there.

- Okay.

What's the story here?

Okay.

Was there any bleeding?

Any hemorrhage?

- No, not that I know of.

- Okay.

- Help me, help me.

- You're gonna be okay.

Just try and relax.

Blood pressure in the field

was stable.

Patient at 1601.

Excuse me, miss?

Do you think I could possibly

see the baby for a moment?

Oh, I'm sorry,

the baby's dead.

I understand,

I understand, but...

It's my baby.

I'd just like--

can I just hold him

before you put the baby away?

Can I just hold the baby?

Sewanee Avenue.

Hill Avenue.

Richfield.

...Avenue... Doris...

Transfer--

Transfer--

Avenue--

Doris...

Richfield--

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