Romper Stomper Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1992
- 94 min
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because rich people|and powerful people
brought in boatloads|of human trash--
cheap labor, gooks mainly
and there's going to be more.
I want people|to know that I'm proud
of my white history|and my white blood.
One day,|it might be all I have.
But I don't want to go|the same way as the f***ing abo.
See that map?
That's all the gook properties|on Barcley Street.
A few years ago,|that was a white area.
Mein Kampf.
You know it?
It's about war, isn't it?
This book was written|by Adolf Hitler
and turned into a joke|by the people
who don't want you to know|Hitler's view of the world.
It's simply about the ongoing|struggle of the white race
and the enemies it faces.
if you don't know|who the enemy is
you can't|win the war.
Listen.
"AII the noble cultures|of the past declined
"because the purity and vigor
"of the originally|created race faded out.
"They were|compromised
"by the seed|of lesser races
"who were attracted|to the works
of the superior men."
"The undeniable reason|for their decline was then
"due to a kind|of racial blood poisoning.
"Racial blood must,|then, be preserved
in its purity at all costs."
The money will|be transferred
to your account|in 30 days.
Did you finalize your plans|for the old place?
We will turn|the place
to the restaurant|with bar
for my sons to run|when a little older
if they are|smart enough.
Well.
You going to|root it, Bubsy?
I don't care.|F*** Harold.
I'm just going out|for about an hour.
Mister...
his sons want to have|a look around.
This red's going to do lovely|things for your eyes.
Just watch|my makeup, okay?
What are you eating|that rubbish for?
You got rocks|in your head?
Geez...
I'm not living|with no fat b*tch.
Hando, gooks down|at the railway hotel.
Fuhrer, fuhrer,|what have we done?
Our land is being overrun
by Jews and Blacks|and yellow scum
Fuhrer, fuhrer,|what have we done?
But I want to go.
Stay here.
Piss off, Bubs.
Fuhrer, fuhrer,|what'll we do?
F*** you, you bastards!
Did your best|to discourage the Jew
Fuhrer, fuhrer,|what'll we do?
F*** you, I'm going!
Fuhrer, fuhrer
Want to come?
Our day will come
We'll crush the scum.
How you going?
Sh*t!
Get the gooks down here.
Shut up!
Door, Brett.
Right!
Shut up!
Time to die, gook.
Time to f***ing die!
Shut up.
Oh, let's break|some fingers.
Tiger, f***ing|skinheads!
What are you|doing here, Bubs?
You were told|not to come.
F*** off,|shithead.
Let me|through.
F*** me!
What's happening?
What are you|doing here?
Hey, why don't|you bloody well
do what you're|told, woman?
I told you|to stay.
They're|only kids.
Who says?
We hate you, gook.
We'll never|let you go.
This is our|place, gook boy.
Our place!
What are you|doing here, eh?
The only thing|for you here is pain.
We don't love you.
You understand?
I hope you do, mate
because I don't|speak monkey talk!
Give him|smack-in-head special.
Maybe you got him enough?
Go on, hit|one of them.
Come on, go for it.
Hando.
Hando, Hando!
There's gooks!
Thousands of them!
Monkeys! Monkeys!
Come on!
Magoo!
F***! Gooks!
C*nt!
How do you|like it?
You f***ing|like it, man?
How do you f***ing|like it, huh?
Brett!
Brett!
Wait for Brett,|you bastards!
Oh, f***!
Fourth Reich fighting men,|that's who we are
We're living in the sewer,|but we're gonna go far
You see our numbers growing,|we're shouting, "Hurrah"
Fourth Reich fighting men,|that's who we are
We're fighting the system,|fighting the war
You think there's|not enough of us
There's gonna be more
We're gonna change|the country
and Fourth Reich fighting men,|winning the war
Fourth Reich fighting men,|that's who we are
We're living in the sewer
But we're gonna go far
You see our numbers growing,|we're shouting, "Hurrah"
Fourth Reich fighting men,|that's who we are
We march so proud,|carrying the flag
Beating up vermin,|beating up slag
Beating up the fairies|for dressing in drag
Fourth Reich fighting men,|carrying the flag
Fourth Reich fighting men,|that's who we are
We're living in the sewer
But we're gonna go far
You see our numbers growing
We're shouting, "Hurrah"
Fourth Reich fighting men,|that's who we are
At last united
Fighting as one
The fighting isn't finished|till the job is done
The battle isn't over
Till the war is won
Fourth Reich fighting men|fighting as one
Fourth Reich fighting men,|that's who we are
We're living in the sewer|but we're gonna go far
You see|our numbers growing...
Go!
Fourth Reich fighting men,|that's who we are
Marching in the alleys,|marching in the streets
Terrorizing scum with|the sound of marching feet
When the marching is over,|it'll be all right
Everyone will live together
In the Fourth Reich.
F*** this!
F*** those f***ing dogs!
But we're gonna go far
You see our numbers growing
We're shouting, "Hurrah"
Fourth Reich fighting men,|that's who we are
We're living in the sewer|but we're gonna go far
You see our numbers growing
We're shouting, "Hurrah"
Fourth Reich fighting men,|that's who we are
F*** this!
Make f***ing room!
Come on,|you wankers!
F***ing wankers!
Gooks!
Come on!
Wankers!
You f***ing a**hole fucks!
F*** you!
Gookie!
You fat,|f***ing cow!
Jesus, we're getting crushed!
F***ers!
You f***ing|gook bastards!
F*** you!
What happened?
What are we|going to do?
There are f***ing|thousands of them!
Shut up!
Shut up, I said!
They got Champ,|Luke, and Magoo.
Why didn't you|all stop and help?
What do you expect
you f***ing little|d*ckhead?
Where is Jacqui?
We should have stopped!
Bullshit!
We're in|for it.
Like f***, Sonny.
They're at the front door.
Oh!
Come in.
Come on.
You f***ing filthy,|slope-head scum.
You filthy, yellow monkeys!
What the f*** are you afraid of?
This is|our place.
No more running.
We stop|them here!
You look like a bunch|of scared f***ing rabbits!
Through the manhole,|across the roof.
All right
Davey?
Go!
F***ing|move it!
Don't f***ing|rush me, you...
Bubs.
Bubs.
Move it!
Let's go!
Keep your|head down.
They don't know|we're here.
Gabe!
Where's your jacket?
Davey!
Davey!
Davey!
F***ing next time, mate!
Rob! Oh, come on.
Rob!
Rob, open the door!
Rob, open up!
Rob, is that you,|prick wife-basher?
What are you|doing here?
Can we talk to|you for a while?
How long|is a while?
I don't know.
Where's Tracy?
I'm here, Rob.
How come you stopped|making love to me?
That's it.
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