The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 Page #4

didn't you?

You just couldn't leave it alone.

If you wanted to know about it so bad,

why didn't you ask me?

You wanna know about it?

You wanna know about it?

Ask me. Ask me.

It's a swindle, that's all.

So don't get mixed up in it.

Help me. Help me.

Help me.

Please, help me. Please.

Help me.

Please, help me.

All right, Miss Priss, cut that out.

Leave him alone, damn it!

Bubba, you were supposed to finish her.

Finish her now.

-Burn her like a rat.

-Finish her.

-Burn her like a rat!

-Finish her now.

Burn her like a rat!

Burn her like a rat, rat, rat!

Burn her like a rat!

Burn her like a rat, rat, rat!

-Burn her like a rat!

-Finish her now!

-Finish her now, Bubba!

-Burn her like a rat!

-Finish her!

-Finish her. Finish her.

Give me that.

Turn traitor for a piece of tail.

You got one choice, boy, sex or the saw.

Sex is, well, nobody knows.

But the saw, the saw is family.

-The saw is family.

-Wait till Granddad hears about this.

Take her away.

-She's in the garbage now.

-Oh, no.

-Oh, no.

-A-one

and a-two

and three!

No!

Dinnertime, damn it! Let's go.

Eat and run. Eat and run.

There's a lot of hungry football fans

to feed.

Hurry it up. Grandpa likes to go fast.

He always did. Come on. Come on.

Time eats money.

Those damn coon shits

are the weight of the family.

I stoop my shoulders

taking care of my younger brothers.

It squashed the young years out of my life

like a can of cheese whip.

I wouldn't wish this rotten life off

on a one-eyed ferret with mange.

You're the first girl

Bubba's brought home to dinner.

This is a real special occasion.

Grandpa sure looks forward

to meeting you.

He's 137 years old

but still as fast as Jesse James,

so don't you worry none.

Here comes Grandpa now.

God bless you, Grandpa.

Oh, it's playtime!

It's dinnertime!

Your little boys

have some left here for you.

Yes, no, yes, no!

Yes, we do!

We love you!

We love you!

Okay, now. Take it easy, now.

Take it easy with Grandpa.

-That's right. That's right.

-Get him over here easy, now.

-That's right. Okay.

-Come on, you boys.

Easy with Grandpa, now.

-Oh, easy with Grandpa.

-No! No!

Oh, please, no.

Don't rattle him like that, damn it!

You're balling up his sh*t.

No!

Grandpa's strict liquid diet

keeps him as fresh as a rose.

Every spring,

the Atlas Rendering Company

used to throw a big barbecue for Grandpa.

Oh, he was the master.

He was the one and only.

He showed us all the business.

We was raised in meat.

But then after the glory,

here comes the shame.

Atlas went for automation.

The electrified cages,

the cold-steel chutes,

the air-powered head hammers.

That drove Grandpa crazy,

seeing things done like that.

Let me go! Let me go!

No, no, that's all right. That's all right.

It'll be over soon.

Get the hammer.

Get the hammer.

The crunching and the grinding,

he just couldn't stand it, no way.

So that was all she wrote.

One morning, Grandpa just quit going in.

It was the shame.

It was the shame. The shame.

There's more work to do.

Let's get on with it.

Right. Let's get on with it. Bingo!

Give me that.

Get that tub over there in a hurry.

Do I have to do every damn thing

around here?

You just sit tight.

Bubba, she's ready. Bring her on down.

No!

-Oh, no!

-Bring her on down, damn it!

No! No!

Bring her on down!

No! No, no, no!

No, no, no!

Help me! No, no, no!

Let me go! You gotta let me go!

Let me go! Please, help me!

-This will be one you won't forget.

-Please, help me!

It's a real honor.

Grandpa, he's a one-hitter.

And it's just like going home.

Please help me!

-No! No! No, God!

-No, no.

Help me! Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

Help me, please!

Please, help me!

Let's go see Grandpa, boy.

No, don't!

-No! No, God!

-Come on. Bring the b*tch down.

No! No! No!

No, no, let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go! No! No!

No, no, no!

No!

Here come the judge.

Here come the judge.

No!

Now, don't ruin Grandpa's favorite rug.

Be careful of the splatter.

You gotta be careful of the splatter.

Oh, Great-grandma in chainsaw heaven...

No! No! God!

...please don't hoodoo the boy.

Hey, Grandpa, here's the big boy.

Look what Bubba brought you.

Hey, Grandpa,

Bubba's got something to show you here.

Look, a Slurpee booty.

-Hit her, Grandpa.

-Come on, Grandpa.

Let's see you do it. Now, come on.

Come on, Grandpa. You're the best.

-Hit her, Grandpa. Hit her!

-Come on. Hit her, Grandpa.

Come on, I'm telling you...

Remember those thieves?

Come on. One-hitter.

-Come on, Grandpa.

-Hit her. Hit her, Grandpa.

Come on, you won't miss her.

-Come on, Grandpa.

-Come on, Grandpa.

Hit her. Hit that b*tch. Hit that b*tch.

Come on, Grandpa.

Come on, Grandpa. You can do it.

You're the best.

Come on, there, Grandpa.

Come on, there, Grandpa.

Come on, Grandpa. You can do it.

You're the best.

Hit her, Grandpa.

Come on, Grandpa.

You're the best, Grandpa.

Hit that b*tch, Grandpa. Hit her.

Come on, Grandpa. Hit her.

You are, Grandpa. You're the best.

Come on, Grandpa. Hit her.

You are, Grandpa. You're the best.

Yeah!

That's good, isn't it, Grandpa?

Grandpa!

-Attaboy, Grandpa.

-Hit that b*tch, now, Grandpa.

-Come on, Grandpa. You can do it.

-Get her now, Grandpa. You can do it.

Come on, Grandpa.

No! No! No!

No! No! No! No!

No! No!

Hit that b*tch. Hit that b*tch!

Come on, Grandpa!

Come on, Grandpa!

Oh, Grandpa, let's get on with it.

All right! Slurpee-booty time!

Oh, shut up!

What the hell's going on here?

Boys, boys, boys.

What the hell's going on here?

Is that the American way of entering

a man's home, singing like that?

Oh, I get it. The old pressure game, huh?

Boys, you never

should have been doing this.

Who sent you?

Those sissies over at Del-Mar Catering?

That chickenshit burrito-man bunch?

Well, I don't care, you hear?

Yeah, that's right.

It's a dog-eat-dog world.

And from where I sit,

there just ain't enough damn dogs.

If you can't stand the heat,

get out of the damn kitchen.

How much, huh?

Let's make a deal right here.

Real cash money.

Just you and me, huh?

I don't care who sent you.

I'm the Lord of the Harvest.

Who's that? Some new health-food bunch?

Come on. Come on.

Is there any money in it, you wanna know?

Yeah, right here. How much, huh?

How much?

-Lefty.

-Sister.

Lefty!

Brazos!

Run, sister. Run!

Small businessman

that always, always, always

gets it in the ass!

Sure... Sure took care of my hems.

Saved a trip to the hospital.

Looks... Looks bad.

Sure burned my beads bad on that one.

Maybe it's time to just shut down.

Time to shut down the show, yeah.

Yeah, pull the plug. Come here, nubbins.

Where...

Where's that old "F*** you, Charlie"?

That little "Just in case, baby"?

Where'd you put it?

Yeah, there it is.

Man... Man builds a good, sturdy trade

by hooking and crooking.

And then, kerplooey!

The gods just kick him right in the balls.

Oh, no, not this time.

No! No!

I got the last laugh right here.

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