The Ninth Configuration Page #2

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I am punishing the atoms.

I am making an example of them...

An object lesson, a thing...

... so when the other atoms see what's coming,

they'll let me pass through.

Independent snots!

Shape up of ship out!

- May I?

- No.

Your grip is very very strong.

I think, that your problem lies

in the properties of the hammer.

Interesting theory...

May I keep it for study?

You're not gonna play with it or anything?

No I won't.

Ok, good night.

Good night, Captain Fairbanks.

Yeah I know,

I had to kill a fifth of scotch

just to get to sleep.

No..no I don't believe in pills.

Sleeping pills keep you awake anyway.

Why should I have to explain that?

Its self-explanatory.

You want me to explain it? Alright...

In a very short time,

you build up tolerance, right?

That's right? You got it.

Anyway..he's here.

Yeah, yesterday.

No, I don't know.

Its too soon to tell.

Yes, I will.

Yes, I will.

Thank you, sir. Goodbye.

Jesus.

Don't blame me,

I told them not to operate.

Welcome to Transylvania.

Do you plan to get dressed?

How the hell can I get dressed when

Lieutinant Fromme won't surrender my pants?

- You don't want me to rip them off!

- No.

You bet your ass it will wrinkle your pants.

Here you go.

Case histories on the men.

I've been through them all,

and have learnt nothing.

I think this boar was a diabetic.

May I come in?

- Oh, heck.

- Thats yours.

So thats your couch...

Why don't you make it better nailed..

so that we can all see the blood pouring out?

- Cutshaw, the astronaut.

- I would say yes.

God of mine...

You are the new boy, huh?

I'm Colonel Hudson Kane.

- Do I call you Hud?

- Try calling him Colonel.

Are you the one that makes the chicken?

Coronel Kane's a psychiatrist.

Sure...

And they told me you were a doctor.

This man treats crocodiles for acne!

Why make my point?

Pack up and leave, Hud.

You're on the way out.

I'm acting on orders, so to inform.

Who ordered you, Cutshaw?

Unseen forces far too numerous to enumerate.

Check the file;

Its all in the file...

Here it is.

Now read it, Hud.

Read it out loud.Its my therapy

Why don't we-

Read it! Or I will go crazy, dammit!

I swear it!

And you will be responsible.

Alright, Cutshaw.

Please sit down.

I think the end of the world just came...

... for the bag of Fritos in my pocket.

Would you please tell Fromme I'd like my pants?

Consider the lilies of the field.

I'm waiting...

Two days prior to a scheduled space shot,

subject officer, while dining on the base,

was observed to pick up a plastic ketchup bottle...

squeeze a thin red line across his throat,

and then to stagger and fall

very heavily across the table...

...then being occupied by the director

of the National Space Administration,

gurgling...

"Don't-order-the-swordfish"

You're looking at my medal, Hud.

Stop looking at my medal.

- No, I'm not...

- Yes, you were.

You covet it!

On the following morning...

- Isn't it beautiful?

- Yes, it's...

Son of a b*tch! I knew it.

You were looking at it.

- Sorry.

- Sorry? What good is 'sorry'?

I'm a nervous wreck.

Christ, how can I sleep now?

waiting for a covetous kleptomaniacal

colonel...

.. to come creeping around to my bedside...

... to rip away my medal!

If I were to do that, you might awaken.

Like hell I'll awake.

Powerful drugs could be

insinuated into my soup.

The following morning...

Covety is a sin.

The following morning at 0500...

Subject officer entered the space craft,

and upon recieving instruction from

Control to begin his countdown...

... he was heard instead to say:

"I am frankly sick of being used"

Sometime later,

subject officer plainly stated that:

"Going the moon was naughty, impolite...

... uncouth, and in any case...

... bad for his skin"

- What's the matter? You think that's funny?

- No no, no I don't.

Pack up and leave, Hud.

I've had it!

Cutshaw,

why won't you go to the moon?

Why do camels have humps... and cobras, none?

Why won't you go?

The man in the moon tried to f*** my sister.

- Cutshaw...

- The truth of the matter, is that Custer...

... called Sitting Bull a spic.

Reasons are dangerous.

What the hell is this?

"How I believe" by Teilhard?

Show me a catholic,

and I'll show you a junkie.

Dr. Fell.

Once again that fiendish man has

given me that horrible Mark of Fairbanks.

Look, I am Bleeding.

This wound's not self-inflicted?

Mi coronelito...

You are not well.

- No, I'm fine.Thank you.

- Your coloring...

... is absolutely bilious.

Kane, look out!

I want your name, batch number and

name of every other boar in your group.

You have the right to remain silent.

No a Portrait of Jenny, perhaps..

but atleast, no more Dorian Gray!

Ciao!

I know you want to be an artist.

Okay, I'm absolutely ready for my

ink-blot test now. I absolutely flips me!

Now, while you're fresh with

all those roses in your cheeks...

- Cutshaw...

- He's a psychiatrist!

"My god Rick, help me!"

Casablanca.

Alright Cutshaw, please sit down.

What do you see?

An old woman in funny clothes blowing

poisoned darts at a buffalo.

Bison.

I'm waiting.

My whole life rushing past me in an instant.

- This one?

- Kafka talking to a bedbug.

Correct.

- You're full of sh*t. You know that?

- I thought it was Kafka.

You wouldn't know Kafka

from Betty Davis.

And you, you're a mental case.

- Yes, maybe I am.

- Ingratiating bastard.

Do you always play kiss-ass

with the loonies?

- No.

- I like you Kane, You're regular.

Take the medal,

I'll take this book.

What book?

"I Remember Mamma"

by Oedipus Rex.

- May I go?

- You're gone, you're gone...

- Saint Christopher.

- Protect us.

- There's something engraved on the back of it.

- Ora pro nobis?

"I'm a buddhist...

... In case of an accident, call a lama"

What's Cutshaw's religion?

I don't know.

Read the file; it's all in the file.

Elementary psychology.

Well, here are my pants.

What's this?

I think it's a dog.

Goddammit, not the pants!

Ah, there you are!

Why do I have to put up with your

temperament this early in the morning?

Sorry Colonel. It's hard to keep track of -

- Major Groper, let it be.

- But Colonel!

Alright. The men may see me whenever they need to.

You heard?

Whatever you say, sir.

Quit drinking buttermilk Daiquiris

in the closet, Groper.

That man is a lunatic and dangerous.

Once when I was walking the grounds,

I hear his whispering and I look...

And up in the branches of a cypress tree

there's Groper the crazy bastard

talking in whispers with an owl.

- What?

- A big black and white owl. They're common.

I could'nt testify what they were saying.

They were whispering... you understand me?

I couldn't hear them clearly.

And what I don't know for a fact, I don't say.

That's the kind of hairpin I am.

Reno...

No, Sir, the words weren't clear.

Really sir, believe me.

But there is no cypress tree on the ground.

Doctor, its easy to dig up a tree...

...and then anyone with money

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