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What's he doing?

Who?

The guy shaving his arms.

It's for his act, a surprise.

Toke?

No thanks, not tonight.

When I was a kid,

all my pants were patched.

Everyone made fun.

At 15, I swore I'd make'em stop.

Got real nice pants.

Never needed welfare.

When I want money, I take it.

What did your father do?

My father?

He worked at Continental Can.

What did he do?

Stack boxes.

At 50, the bastards fired him,

replaced him by a lift.

When he died all he owned

was his dentures

and a torn handkerchief.

I don't want that.

When my feet hit the street

people're gonna know it.

Here.

Move it!

Listen to me, you f***ing rat.

We're not done with you.

Two pigs are sitting

in their patrol car.

Two filthy swine.

Y'know, drooling,

snorting porkers.

Complete animals...

An they're bored.

One of'em says,

"Feeling hungry?"

"A little."

So he pulls up behind a diner,

points to the trashcans

and says, "Dig in"

Don't you worry about killing,

taking human life?

What about my life?

When you're poor,

you'd do anything to break out.

Yes, but violence...

It shows ya got feelings.

Where are you from?

Montral.

What part?

The west, N.D.G.

And what did your father do?

He was a doctor.

That's the difference between us.

There is a penitentiary...

Not that song crissakes.

I've heard it a thousand times.

Only one he knows.

It's as if they have to sing it.

...to end my life

Like other guys have done

The light of day isn't made for us

It's at night that we run free

You who've lost everything you own

Tomorrow'll bring your reward...

The gates of the penitentiary

Will soon slam shut on you

Get this.

He says, "You're rather

withdrawn, Mr Simard."

Withdrawn?

That's a brilliant insight

for a shrink.

Wait, that's not all.

He says

"Your file's empty.

How can I recommend you for a pass?

I've nothing on you."

Nothing on me!

I've been locked up here 6 years!

He says...

"According to our reports,

you're always moping around.

Know what guards call you?

'Mr Smile."'

Mr Smile!

I think it suits you.

That was the limit.

I stood up and said

"What? You treat us like dogs

and we're supposed to like it?"

And now for a real beauty

a lady you'll lose sleep over.

Look but don't touch.

Our steamy,

stimulating Alexandra!

You're on.

Cut! Next song.

Get outta here.

That was at Christmas,

your Dad was Santa Claus.

Was he drunk?

- Slow!

The kids said Santa was "slow."

Nicole and Louise...

Hard to recognize'em after so long.

Jules is the youngest.

Super kid.

He has asthma,

I had to rush him to hospital.

Hope he's ok.

He's there now?

Yeah.

But you said

you'd had it with your job.

This is different.

In clubs, nobody pays attention.

At least this is useful.

His birthday.

I wouldn't call this suitable.

Don't take it seriously.

Watch out, it's Bulldog.

You shouldn't be here.

Get out.

Hand it over.

Beat it.

That was super!

You little doll.

I thought the guys'd explode.

Sex-y!

Like it?

Never saw anything so great.

After taking Abitibi by storm

and a 6-month consecutive run

at the Hotel Royal in Mascouche

here he is, zanier than ever

Mr Funnybones, Mo Mongrain.

Recognize me?

No!

Hold on...

Now do you recognize me?

Yeah!

Why? Does the smell ring a bell?

Know why I put this tie on?

It's as long as your dong!

Louder!

It's as long as your dong!

Warden, these kids deserve a break.

Tomorrow, everybody out!

Our bookings are down.

So we tour malls

with a stuffed lion.

Roland's the tamer,

I take photos.

Is he a magician too?

He's a fire-eater.

Swallows knives,

glass, anything...

A screw's in the infirmary

cause he's got a frog

growing on his head.

The doctor asks,

"How'd that start?"

The frog answers,

"A wart on my bum."

A show 's different.

You have to act, like in a play.

In real life I'm shy about

undressing for the doctor.

Don't you mind being considered

a sexual object?

If they think I'm a sexual object

that's their problem.

I'm a dancer.

Thanks a lot.

I'm an artist.

An artist?

Yeah, are you surprised?

'Cause I strip, you mean?

No, not that.

I prefer that to posing on tv

next to a can of dog food.

Ever heard of fags?

Are there any here tonight?

These 3 fags were talking

about reincarnation.

"You believe in it?"

"Sure."

"Me too."

"How do you want to come back?"

"I'd like to be a sparrow,

bouncing on a branch

with a woodpecker.

Get the idea?

"And you?"

"As a horse.

A stallion galloping

through the fields."

"What about you?"

"As an ambulance."

"Are you nuts?

Why an ambulance?"

"When there's an accident

they'll open me up wide

shove a man in me

and off I'll go."

Here's a quickie...

How's a fag remove his condom?

He farts!

Mo's f***in' good guy.

I'll mention the story

you told me.

Hope so.

Waitress, secretary, reporter...

When a guy hires you,

what's he look at? Your ass.

Same for us all.

And when reporters say

this is a freak show?

Reporters can kiss my ass.

Have a seat.

Why do you do it?

It's a living.

Beats slaving in a factory.

Ever do that?

Yeah, in fiberglass.

Fiberglass?

We made pedalboats.

At night I'd barf my guts out.

I also spent 4 years in a bakery

creaming 2000 mokas a day.

Before that I worked

as a char at CBC-TV.

That was the pits.

They treat you

like a piece of sh*t.

So struttin' my stuff on stage...

Sorry, 'beautiful,

gotta do my makeup.

And magic...

where'd you learn

to make things vanish?

In stores.

Are you Lili?

Yes, you Laplante?

Yeah.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah.

There'll be three of us.

Three? Frank said two,

who's gonna pay me?

Settle that with Frank, cause...

Over here,

it's more private.

Take it, b*tch.

Nice to see Brother Andr,

but why the pinups?

Before he left Dad said

"Jerking off'll make you

skinny as a saint."

Thank you very much.

See you next year,

God willing.

Don't go, Mo.

I'll tell you a secret.

Mo's got too much class

but I'll tell you.

At noon today,

Mo's 5-year-old son Jules...

was rushed to hospital

with a severe asthma attack.

But Mo still came tonight.

Cause he's a pro.

Cause he promised you.

Cause for him this matters.

Mo Mongrain!

Don't drink so much.

I love him, dammit!

I love him!

No place left to smile

No place to speak out

No place left to burn

No place left to bleed

Ain't enough walls to shut me in

Ain't enough holes to bury me in

Rottin' away

A living corpse

Rottin' away

A living corpse

No place left to run

No place left to rust

No place left to pray

No place left to cry

Ain't enough walls to shut me in

Ain't enough holes to bury me in

Rottin' away

A living corpse

It's going fine.

The bars don't destroy you.

Time does.

Time goes by,

but not for you.

Life goes on,

but not for you.

They've got you.

To you time means something.

You can say...

"That was the year

I got married," or...

"the year I went to the sea."

For me two years ago

or ten are the same.

Every day's the same.

Nothing happens.

That's prison

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