The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 Page #3

No!

No, no, no, please, God! Stop it! God, no!

No, no, please, God!

Are you mad at me?

How mad at me are you?

You're not really mad at me.

How good are you?

Huh?

Get that b*tch, Leatherface!

Get that b*tch!

How good

are you?

Oh...

Really?

Are you really, really

good?

Are you really good?

You're really good.

You're the best.

Oh, no.

No! No!

Please don't kill me!

No, God!

No, God!

No, please, God!

No, God!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Leatherface.

Did you get her, Bubba?

Did you get that b*tch?

She was my fave, but she knew.

And now, nobody knows.

Look what you did to my plate, you b*tch!

You got her? Did you get her good?

Slap me five.

I got one, too.

A bonus body!

Look at that beef.

Help me get it out of here.

Whoa...

Giddyup!

No, they'll get away.

No, no, they'll get away.

They can't get away.

God damn it, Lefty. You're late.

Damn it, Lefty.

No!

Stretch!

Lefty?

Stretch!

Hold on!

Grab onto something. Hold onto it.

Lefty, they came! Where were you?

I had to do it. Damn, I used you, girl.

I'm here now. Grab hold of this.

Grab hold of this, now.

Don't you cry, little sister. I'm here now.

Come on, I'm here now. You can get it.

Come on, now.

You got it. Come on.

Come on! Grab it!

Oh, my God.

Oh, Lord, help me beat this stranger

that walks beside me,

that takes away my strength.

Lord, you show me the end.

Show me what I fear

so I don't fear it no more.

It's the devil's playground.

I'm bringing it down! Down to hell!

Bring it all down!

Bring it all down!

I hate to say it, but that hillbilly hog

you boys got earlier is the tops tonight.

That's mine! Mine!

Not Bubba's. Me! Me!

Bust it up!

Wanna go to the movies?

No crowds.

Everybody's at the football parties.

Tonight's a washout.

Biggest meat-eater weekend of the month,

and we're gonna lose money on it.

Damn it all! Maybe we just ought to quit.

Oh, yeah? Kiss my plate,

Mr. Big Shot. Maybe you forgot.

This chromedome

bankrolled this food business.

No lucky goof with a machete,

no head wound.

No head wound,

no fancy rolling grill a-go-go.

Ain't no fool. Kiss it. Don't forget it.

Peel that pig

and slice him thick.

-That's my sweet pea.

-Get them hogs on the grill.

Big, big pre-game brunch tomorrow

means a ton of croissant sandwiches.

Oh, I love this town.

Hey, you nitwit,

get back in here and get that grill going.

No. No. No good.

No good.

No good.

Come on, Bubba. Cook's out here,

and he's chewing ass like it was steak.

"You gotta run for that money now.

"Chase that dollar.

Gotta go fast to catch it."

You dumb baboozer.

Too dumb to even close the door.

I'm tired of kicking your asses.

What are you doing?

You trying to hide something?

Get that eyeball pt working.

Hey, you coon sh*t, where are you going?

We need the club sandwiches...

Help. Help me. Please.

Please, help me.

Can you help me get out of here?

Can you help me get out of here?

What is it? Put that down. Put that down.

Put that down.

What is that?

Is it wet? It's wet. Put it down.

My darling.

Darling?

Darling?

Don't be scared, darling.

Oh, no, L.G.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

L.G!

Oh, my God!

L.G., they got you, too?

Oh, L.G!

We gotta get y'all loose.

I guess I'm falling apart on you, honey.

No.

No.

Sh*t.

L.G.,

I love you.

So he says,

"Hey, get me those lawyers. Legal meat."

Legal meat, yeah!

Legal meat, yeah!

Bubba, you idiot!

Get your ass over here.

-You f***ed up again.

-You f***ed up again.

He says,

"Hey, get me those lawyers.

"Legal meat, y'all."

F*** me in the left eye!

Valuable kill-time wasted running down

them cooped-up pencil necks,

and not a good chop on the whole bunch.

I pick the vittles. Get it?

-I. Me. Nobody but...

-I pick the vittles, I.

-Bubba, you hull wreckage!

-Me. Nobody but...

Busted again, huh?

That's the main support beam.

F***, you idiots! You both will pay!

Both of you... You're both...

Look what your brother's done now.

You coon sh*t.

You cut the main support beam.

And this is what happens.

Of course this is what happens.

That big brute!

Dirty meat don't cut it.

Family standards only require

the best meat in town.

More money lost.

I never, never, never get a break.

Work, work night and day,

presenting myself to the people,

selling, selling.

You pair of prima donnas fooling around

here and listening to the radio all day

and sawing down your own house.

Take it all down!

Bring it all down!

Bury the devil!

May the Lord have mercy on our souls!

Get that thing out of here.

Maybe it cracked the main butane tank.

It's up there. Go look at it.

Taxes. Taxes.

Damn property taxes f*** up everything.

Crooks don't pay taxes. Politicians don't.

Movie stars don't.

It's the little guy that can't make a dime.

He pays the taxes.

Small businessman gets it in the ass

every time.

I ought to quit.

Right, it's junk. Quit.

Dump this cook show.

Sell off this turkey.

It's time. It's in the air.

It's what the public wants.

I don't wanna hear that again.

It's Nam Land!

What the hell was that?

I don't know, boy.

It looked like a big, big fireball.

Nam Land.

Napalm.

Fire in the hole.

That's the main butane tank

up there, Bubba.

Go look at it. Get your butt moving, boy.

Go up there and look at it.

Go look at it.

-I'll kick you in the ass again.

-Not now. It's Nam Land.

-It's a hit. It's a bang. It's a smash.

-Shut him up, Bubba.

Did you see it?

Well, did you? Didn't you?

Did you? Didn't you?

Go check it out, boy.

-Nam Land!

-Oh, shut up!

I told you to go check it out, boy,

before I start kicking your ass.

Some kind of crazy booger

just skipped through here.

No, a booger? How big?

A big crazy booger.

Let's haul butt, bro.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Franklin.

Don't you cry, my brother.

I'm here now.

I'm here now.

They can't do this.

They can't do this!

They can't do this! They can't do this!

I'll take you back to hell!

I'll take you to hell!

All right, all right!

Let's talk about it.

Okay. What, are you pissed-off?

What about me?

Listen, this is not gonna work out.

I'm trying to be open with you.

It's nobody's fault. I just can't do this.

Let me go.

Let me go.

What the hell's going on here?

Bubba, you nap-haired idiot.

Get out of here.

Who's this? I get it.

Are you the saboteur

that's f***ing up our house?

Trying to put me out of business?

Thousands of dollars lost.

You got that kind of money? No!

It's the deejay. My fave.

That dirty thing?

Told me you boys got her.

Well, yeah.

Leatherface killed her

once already tonight.

But look, she's red-faced.

Bubba's been playing with her.

Bubba likes her.

Bubba's got a girlfriend.

Bubba's got a girlfriend!

Bubba's got a girlfriend!

Bubba's got a girlfriend!

Bubba's got a girlfriend!

Bubba's got a girlfriend!

Bubba's got a girlfriend!

Bubba's got a girl...

Is that what this is, Bubba?

The old cock-and-c*nt swindle, huh?

S-C-E-X. Sex.

And you had to find out about it,

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