Rubber Page #3

Blow my head off, you big slut.

You hear me?

I have a very...

I have been a very naughtly girl.

I need a good thrashing.

Come on, now! Go ahead.

Kill me! Go on!

I want to die.

Do it!

I think he suspects something.

I think we should stay

with the woman's voice.

Sh*t!

Take back the mic.

Come on. Go ahead! Go ahead! Come on!

Where are we?

I don't know. It doesn't matter.

Improvise. Quick!

Hey, blow my head off.

What're you wait for?

Very good. Go on.

Come on, I'm ready! Now!

Excuse me. Sorry to bother you, but...

The way I look at it,

this scene makes no sense at all.

And not that as great as we began

with, for at least I understood it.

Now, it's uh... it's totally confused.

That's why I took the trouble

to come over this way.

What do you mean?

What don't you understand?

What don't I understand is

the bait with the dummy.

It doesn't make sense. And what's

the point? What's the purpose?

Can't you see, it's a lure.

There's nothing confusing.

Yeah, I get the lure, okay?

I am not stupid.

What I don't get is why

it takes so many hours.

Why don't you just ice the bloody tire?

Now that he's...

He's standing in front of

the lure dummy,

with a Bazooka-

even better, no, no, listen, listen--

even better, you get one of

your guys with a flamethrower.

Just woo!

You gotta do something. I mean,

do something, anything.

No, no...

The idea was for him to blow up the

dummy himself instead of the dynamite.

That way, he will pop

himself off himself, so to speak.

That's brilliant. That's actually

brilliant. What I'm asking...

is speed up the action. That's all.

You know? Boom, boom!

Yeah. But then we wouldn't be here

if you've eaten the damn turkey.

That's true enough, but...

Listen, we like you told us.

We will try to speed things up now.

- You can go back to your place.

- Thank you.

A**hole.

Who's that guy?

Come on, let's get on with it.

I'm exhausted.

Read the last sentence there.

You're nothing but a rubber sh*t.

Once again.

You're nothing but a rubber sh*t.

Again.

You're nothing but a rubber sh*t.

damn, it didn't work.

May I ask what you intend to do?

I'm gonna blow up this

rubber sh*t myself. Be done with it.

No. You can't do that.

What about the dummy blow-up?

You promised man.

"The End". Bye.

That's it, ah?

That's all you got?

You can't stop here man.

Come on. What kind of racket you wanted?

Wait!

It is not the end.

It's been reincarnated in a tricycle.

Come back!

Wait, wait, wait.

I'm not a character. I'm just watching.

You just stay there.

Stay put.

No, stay put!

Good.

In the Steven Spielberg movie "E.T.",

why's the alien brown?

No reason.

In "Love Story",

why did the two characters

fall madly in love with each other?

No reason.

In Oliver Stone's "JFK",

Why's the President suddenly

assassinated by some stranger?

No reason.

In the excellent "Chainsaw Massacre"

by Tobe Hooper,

why don't we ever see the characters

go to the bathroom...

or wash their hands,

like people doing in real life?

Absolutely no reason.

Worse, in "The Pianist" by Polanski,

how come this guy has to hide

and live like a bomb...

when he plays the piano so well?

Once again the answer is...

"no reason".

I could go on for hours with

more examples. The list is endless.

You probably never gave it

a moment's thought.

But all great films, without exception,

contain an important element--

a "no reason".

And you know why?

Because life itself is made up

of tonnes...

of "no reason".

Why can't we see the air all around us?

No reason.

Why're we always thinking?

No reason.

Why do some people love sausages

and other people hate sausages?

No f***in' reason.

Come on, don't waste your time

explaining that garbage. Let's go!

Just one minute. Let me finish.

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