The Babysitter Page #7
It's science fiction. You can do anything.
Well... I guess that's true.
But don't you get it yet?
I am the big bad.
I loved you.
I don't care about your dumb book
or your stupid cult.
I'm an adult...
because when I realized
you were the big bad...
and you betrayed me
and were just gonna hurt other kids,
I drove a stolen car through you.
[sobbing]
That, I'll give you. [chuckles]
I'll see you, Cee.
Goodbye.
[chuckles]
[sirens wailing]
-[Melanie's dad] Martinez.
-Yeah?
Protect and serve, idiot.
-[Melanie] It's just a car.
-Protect my car.
Just a car?! Just a car?!
Do not-- Put your hand down right now.
-I thought you were gonna drive away.
-I couldn't leave you.
That was such a douche car.
Melanie, get over here.
Get back here. Now.
Bye.
[Melanie's dad] Oh, my God.
Did you just put your face on him?
Wanna go get tattoos now?
Yo. What happened?
Dude, Cole stole a car.
Rammed his house. Killed, like, 50 people.
Fifty people. [scoffs]
[Jeremy] Hey, let's get out of here.
Today, y'all. Let's go.
The hell?
[tires screeching]
Cindy.
-[Mom] Do you have my son? Please...
-[Dad] Cole.
[Mom] Honey. Honey. Oh, my God.
Are you okay? Are you...?
-I'm okay.
-[Dad] Are you all right?
-Oh, my God. What happened?
-Is that blood?
Hey. What happened?
I don't need a babysitter anymore.
When my best friend said
She had lost her man
To her babysitter
I thought she was lying
I said, "No 16-year-old schoolgirl
Would ever take a man of mine"
Staying home
With our baby all the time
It kept me kind of brokenhearted
So I went
And hired myself a babysitter
And that's when my trouble all started
This 16-year-old chick walked in
With a skirt up to her waist
She had a truckload of you-know-what
And all of it in place
I should have been aware, mm-hmm
Ooh-ooh, of the babysitter
Oh, yeah, yeah
I should've known from the jump, yeah
She was a man-getter, mm-hmm
I should've been aware, uh-huh
Of the babysitter [shouts]
Should've the known from the jump
Yeah
She was a man-getter
Yeah, she was
[indistinct radio chatter]
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