The Legend of Billie Jean

Good Morning Corpus Christi!

This is Jimmy J. Judge voice of the Texas Riviera.

They say, 'Some like it hot' - well some

of you are going to burn today.

I'm coming!

Hurry! I don't want to be late!

Why is it always so hot?

Woo! Woohoo! Yeah! Hey look at her!

Come on baby!

Hello who this!

Eleanor.

Ok, Eleanor you're on the air!

Now tell it to the Judge.

I love you Jimmy J!

Well that makes two of us, Eleanor.

Line 3, you're on the air. This is Dave.

Where can I get some shade man? Sun is too much!

Just crawl back under that rock. I'm kidding, Dave.

You always got a friend in court.

Line 2, tell it to the Judge!

You get vanilla?

No. They ran out of it.

Strawberry? You bought strawberry?

Binx don't you ever get tired of vanilla?

Hey, Binx how about a piece of tail?

Mmm, taste good.

Get your hand of that!

Off what? Your sister or your fagmobile?

Ooo wee! Right in his face!

You better check it out first.

Why? I'm hot.

The alligators.

Well I can handle alligators.

You're not fooling anymore.

Billie Jean?

Billie Jean! Billie Jean!

Looking for me. You are going to get it.

Billie Jean?

Hmm?

Tell me about Vermont?

Again?

Never gets hot? How many times you have to hear this?

It gets hot but not like this.

I know. Clean hot.

Green mountain state. Got leaves

that turn colors and snow in the winter time.

Long cabins! Ski lifts! Snow prowls! Snowballs!

How come I have such a weird brother?

Snowball fights!

And no alligators.

Hey! Leave it!

Come on, Hubie, now it's not a toy!

He's dead.

Hey.

Look, Hubie, I'm real sorry all right.

He didn't mean nothing by it.

Leave it, fart-face!

No. Don't!

The bastard.

Don't worry we'll get it back.

Spent all that money and

now here you are broken hearted.

Wasn't his fault.

Fault doesn't matter.

It's what you end up with is what matters.

'Member what happened to your daddy.

Oh mom, come on.

Loved to go fast just like you. I'm relieved that

darn bike is gone. Are you gon' eat those?

Oh that's him. Where's my pumps?

What time you coming home?

Late I hope.

You think this one will be different, Billie Jean?

Oh he looks nice.

Let him see your eyes. You got pretty eyes.

Now, Binx, don't you worry honey.

He won't bring it back. Not Hubie Pyatt.

Yes he will. He's just getting even.

Eat your supper.

He better not hurt that bike.

He better not even scratch it.

What did I tell ya.

I'm getting my bike back.

Come back here. Binx! Come back here!

Look at those tits.

I think they're gross.

That's cause you don't have any.

Why carry them? You think I want to look like that.

Wouldn't hurt.

Get the keys to the car! We gonna go!

How far my dad needs it.

The police station. Now hurry up!

Where's Binx? Did he get in trouble?

What did he do? Can I come, Billie Jean?

I just love police stations.

I thought you were grounded.

I am.

Did you see that guy?

Come on! Move it!

Well, I think it's best to wait a day or two

before I complicate things.

You don't know my brother.

That scooter is his whole life.

Billie jean. You're a very pretty girl. This Hubie

was probably just trying to get your attention.

I have a feeling he'll bring your brother's

motor scooter back.

What kind was it?

Honda Elite.

My dad left him some insurance money.

Hubie won't bring back.

How do you know?

Cause he's a f***er that's how I know.

She always talks like that.

Well, I'll tell you what I'll do. Here's my card. If that

Honda isn't back on your lawn in two days you'll give me-

We live in Breeze Haven.

All right in front of your trailer then.

Give me a call.

We'll, um, drag in the f***er.

She's still up. Gonna be grounded

'til I'm 35 years old.

Where have you been?

You go to that room and shut that door.

Ow!

You are grounded, goddamnit!

Thanks Ophelia. I'll call you.

Oh Binx!

I'm all right.

Did Hubie Pyatt do this?

Well I got my bike back!

Hang on I see a spot!

I'm amazing.

Hey guys wait here. It won't take very long.

I'm coming with you.

No you're not!

Oh, hi, Ophelia.

You think he's cute?

She thought Hubie Pyatt was cute. Let's go!

No! You're staying here. Watch him, Ophelia.

What? Oh.

Hubie, that's for you.

It's an estimate from the body shop.

For what?

For my brother's scooter.

$608 dollars. That includes:

parts, labor, paint, and tax.

You're out of your mind.

The bill is for scooter.

And this is for Binx....

You crazy b*tch!

Hello folks? How are you, young lady?

Hubie? Where are you, boy?

Mr. Pyatt?

Yes, ma'am.

Dad...

What are you doing down there?

Mr. Pyatt, I'm here to collect $608 dollars.

Your son, Hubie, trashed my brother's scooter

and that's what it will cost to get it fixed.

Get up, dummy.

Did she do this to you?

She's lying, dad!

It's the truth and he knows it.

Come on. Let's go.

Boy it's never a dull moment around here.

You'll have to come back soon and see what happens next.

Yeah, sure.

Looks like we got a difference of opinion, don't we?

Don't believe her, dad, she's from the trailers.

Oh yeah! What's that got to do with it?

She'll say anything!

Woah, hey, slow down, Hubie.

You look a bit under the weather. Why don't you get

some fresh air? It'll do some good.

Just throw her out, dad!

Boy... making too much noise.

I'll settle this. Take a hike.

Damn, b*tch... ruined my life.

Hubie and the truth, have a natural way of not

getting along together.

How much you say you got coming?

$608 dollars.

Yep, sounds like Hubie.

Well don't keep that cash

here in the register. Come on up.

Come on. Want the money don't you?

You know lotta folks wouldn't pay this bill.

Your word against my son's.

Well I'm telling you the truth.

I'll believe you. No matter where you live.

You Donna Davy's little girl are you?

Oh you know my mother?

Yeah, well, I see her in the store.

She's a good looking woman, your momma.

You show do take after her. This looks real good on you.

I bet you drive them boys crazy.

Oh, come on, Mr. Pyatt.

You had ol' Hubie with his paws sticking straight up there.

With your little smile. Your little teeth.

I got friends waiting outside.

Can I please have the money, Mr. Pyatt? Sure.

There you go. $50?

We're gonna have a little arrangement...

Let go of me.

"The layaway plan."

No. No. Stop! I'm going to give you $50 dollars today

and everytime you come back...

I'm gonna get me a little bit more.

No...No!

Woah, woah, relax. It's too hot to get excited.

You know what I mean: It pays, you go.

No!!!

Billie Jean!

She didn't get the money I knew it.

You can't just take it!

Hey, look at what I found.

No!!!

What the hell is going on here?

Hey, let go of my sister.

You put that gun down, boy. You do as I say.

You get the money?

No, put the gun down, Binx.

What he do to you, Billie Jean?

Hubie? Call the police.

Huh?

They come here to rob the store. Your little girlfriend

suckered me upstairs so her friends could empty register.

That's a lie. Let go of me.

Get on the phone, Hubie!

Nobody moves. You let her go and give us the money.

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