Spanish Movie Page #6

Come with me, Simeon.

I'll show you the world

your disease wouldn't let you see.

Would you like that?

I don't know.

I don't trust you one bit.

You needn't fear the sun anymore.

I'll always be here for you,

Simeon...

Oops!

Oh my God.

Get it all on f***ing tape!

Weird things are happening

in this house.

Live and in color,

a horde of zombies.

What the hell is this?

What are you doing here?

Stupid intern!

Not the sun!

No!

A little champagne, sunshine?

Ouch!

We're here, surrounded by zombies,

on live television.

Completely covered in human blood...

and naked, yes, naked.

Coming right up.

Here goes. That makes... 507.

Here, your tapa.

Keep your eyes on the marble,

ladies.

Where is it?

Living dead....

That f***ing hurt!

We're professionals and we'll do

anything to bring you the news!

If she gets eaten, too bad.

The audience wants to know

what's going on!

What it's like to be devoured alive!

The zombies are throwing

things at us!

We're going to die!

This sucks!

I've done things you don't...

I don't want to know.

- I tried, okay?

- Cut.

No, no!

It's closed.

What's wrong with you guys?

Since we always keep the house

so dark...

Sorry. Did I hit you in the nuts?

I can't feel anything.

You're all skin and bones!

When I gain some weight

I'll hump your brains out.

It's ready.

PORN OUI:

Mine, mine!

And Ramira?

You'll have to choose between

Ramira or that great head of hair.

I'll take the hair.

See you later.

Cut!

You were recording?

Who locked the door?

What do you mean you won't jump?

We only get paid...

Want me to say it?

Robot. A robot.

A robot?

A drummer boy. A drummer boy.

No, Jesus.

Rabbit. A little rabbit.

Like this. Flying.

Jesus. Goodbye.

Crazy? I'm not crazy.

Dance, dance!

Dance, my son.

Oh, your hair has grown!

Sebastian!

Good to see you.

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