Bad Boy Bubby (1993) - full transcript
Bad Boy Bubby is just that: a bad boy. So bad, in fact, that his mother has kept him locked in their house for his entire thirty years, convincing him that the air outside is poisonous. After a visit from his estranged father, circumstances force Bubby into the waiting world, a place which is just as unusual to him as he is to the world.
[Machine Whirring In Distance]
Be still.
[Whirring Continues]
Princess Pink.
[Whirring Continues]
Princess Pink.
[Snorting]
[Meows]
[Meows]
- [Snarls]
- [Snarls]
[Hisses]
[Whirring Continues]
Such a good little boy.
That's right.
That's a good boy, Bubby.
Good boy.
Good little boy.
Toilet?
Don't move.
Jesus can see everything.
He tells me you move,
by Christ, I'll beat you brainless.
[Whirring Continues]
Be still.
[Whirring Continues]
[Clanking In Distance]
[Lock Clicking]
Bubby naughty.
Oh, Christ.
What you done?
You filthy little cunt.
You dirty little shit!
I'll send you to hell.
Just you see.
You'll go to hell,
and your eyes will fall out,
and your prick will fall off,
you filthy little slime!
You're such a good little boy.
Mummy does love
her little Bubby.
You like 'em, don't you, Bub?
Beautiful, ain't they?
Eh?
Good little boy.
Be still.
Be still. Be still, you little cunt!
By Christ, I'll beat you brainless.
Can't come outside
'cause no gas mask.
And Bubby die!
[Coughs]
Now be still.
[Coughing]
Poison.
[Coughing]
Poison.
If the poison don't get ya‒
Then God will.
- Don't you bloody forget it.
- Don't you bloody forget it.
[Hisses]
Where cat from?
Outside.
How come he ain't‒
No gas mask.
Don't need it.
Don't breathe.
How don't breathe?
That ain't breathin'.
Eat.
[Plate Clanks]
[Whirring Continues]
[Plastic Squeaking]
[Hisses]
[Hisses]
[Hisses]
[Knocking]
[Knocking]
[Loud Knocking]
[Man]
I know you're in there,
Florence.
[Loud Knocking]
I'll be back.
[Lock Rattling]
What?
Want to go out, do ya?
Want to go and see
what it's like, do you?
Want to go outside?
Cough, choke,
[Gasping]
die!
Do ya? Huh?
[Gasping, Coughing]
[Breathing Heavily]
I know you're in there, Florence.
I'll be back.
Bubby a good little boy.
Mummy's little boy.
Shut up.
Don't be disgusting.
[Whirring Continues]
[Knocking]
[Man]
Anybody there?
Come on.
I know you're in there.
- Go away.
- Go away.
[Man]
Florence? Open up,
or I'll bust the door down.
I know it's you.
I've seen you come and go.
[Chuckles]
[Laughing]
That's funny.
That's funny.
All these years,
and I didn't know I had a son.
[Florence]
Not so funny.
Christ, Florence.
You've got to see
the funny side of things.
[Florence]
I've been waiting here 35 years
for you to come back.
Yes. Well‒
I meant to come back sooner,
didn't I?
Just‒ Well, just I didn't
get round to it before.
I'm here now, ain't I?
[Florence]
Yes. Yes, you are.
You're here now.
God.
Thirty-five years.
It's gone quick.
You still look good, Flo.
You always were
a good-looking broad.
You always were the charmer.
Yep.
Charmed a few girls
in my time.
And yet I never knowed
I had a son.
A good, healthy-looking
specimen too.
You done well, Flo.
Hey, Son.
You can call me Pop. I'm your pop.
Pop.
Pop.
He's getting the idea.
Pop.
Pop, Pop, Pop. Pop.
Pop.
Yeah, yeah. All right.
Don't go making a big thing of it.
Listen, Flo.
I know I should have
been back sooner,
and I'm sorry and all that,
but do you reckon, you know,
you and me‒
You know?
Will you still have me, Flo?
I don't know.
You being a man of God now.
Oh, that.
[Chuckles]
Little bit of preaching part-time.
Nothing in it.
How about it then?
Make an honest woman of you.
[Florence]
Don't know as
I can trust you, Harold.
[Laughs]
[Imitates Harold's Laugh]
[Harold]
Hey. What's up, Son?
Have you got a mental condition
or something?
If you and me are gonna
learn to live together,
we got to have some respect.
¿Comprende?
I think he "comprends."
How about some
refreshment, love?
Sorry, Harold.
[Pots Clank]
[Water Running]
[Whirring Continues]
Hey, Son.
Me and your mother
would like to have a bit of a talk.
How about going outside?
[Florence]
Bubby ain't used to going outside‒
by himself.
[Harold]
Son, you ain't a poofter, are you?
I don't want any son of mine
growing up to be a homosexual.
I'd disown him first.
[Florence]
You gotta try to understand, Harold.
Me and Bubby‒
we've been here,
uh, by ourselves a long time.
Bubby ain't like other kids.
Oh, it was such a difficult birth.
Me, all alone in here,
no one to help me.
I didn't think I'd pull through.
So you gotta try to understand.
As long as he ain't a poofter.
Oh, no. No, he ain't.
Dry old conversation, Flo.
Pardon?
Dry old conversation.
Oh. I'm sorry.
We don't get very many visitors.
Uh, would a sherry do?
Any port in a storm.
Any port in a storm.
I can see right down
your dress, Flo.
God, you've got great tits.
They were big before,
but now they're great big
whoppers of things.
[Florence]
You're just being nice.
No, seriously, Flo.
They're the sort of tits
a man can really lose himself in.
Bury his face and forget
about their troubles‒
What troubles, Harold?
What troubles
can a man forget?
[Muffled Shout]
Let go, Bubby! Let go!
Jesus. He's mad.
The fucking bastard!
It's all right, Harold. It's okay.
He was trying to kill me!
You're mad, you bastard!
- He didn't mean you any harm. He's just
trying to see whether you breathed or not.
- What?
[Florence]
It's not his fault
he's got some strange ideas.
You can't blame the kid.
He can't help it.
He never had a father.
Nearly killed the only one
he's got. Christ, kid.
You're a weirdo.
[Bubby]
Weirdo.
Christ, kid.
You're a weirdo.
Christ, kid.
You're a weirdo.
You've got lovely skin, Flo.
Soft and sexy.
You're a sexy woman.
You make it hard
for a red-blooded man
to keep his hands off you.
[Florence]
You've got lovely hands, Harold.
Be a pity not to be using 'em.
[Harold]
Hmm.
[Florence Chuckles]
What's that you've found, then?
[Harold]
Don't know.
Don't know what this could be.
[Laughs]
It's me dress.
That's what you've found.
Yeah. But what's this
under the dress?
Why don't you look then?
Is it‒
[Breathing Heavily]
Is it‒
You'll have to wait and see.
[Chuckles]
Gates of paradise.
[Harold Moans]
One of the seven wonders
of the world.
You really think so?
Yes.
It's not too big?
It's perfection, Flo.
Oh, that's lovely.
Yeah. You see?
Oh, yeah. Go on. Do it again, eh?
[Laughs]
[Florence Moaning Softly]
[Harold]
Oh, that's nice. Yes.
[Laughs]
[Muttering]
What's that? Oh.
[Harold Moaning]
[Florence Laughs]
[Harold]
Get the fuck out of here!
You pervert!
Give your mother some privacy.
[Florence]
Go back to bed, Bubby.
[Harold]
Why the hell do you call him Bubby?
Bubby's a stupid name.
[Florence]
I was waiting for you to get back.
[Mutters]
But it suits him.
[Mutters]
A stupid name for a stupid kid.
[Laughs]
[Imitates Harold's Laugh]
[Imitates Harold's Laugh]
[Sniffs]
[Imitating Harold]
You're a sexy woman, Flo.
[Chuckles]
[Clanks]
[Harold Chattering]
[Lock Clicks]
What the fuck?
[Laughs]
The kid's completely crackers!
You're a weirdo.
[Laughing]
Jesus.
You're a sexy woman, Flo.
Am I? Thank you.
God, you've got great tits.
Great big whoppers of things!
[Sighs]
One of the seven wonders
of the world, Flo.
It's perfection.
Oh, Bubby.
My little boy.
Gates of paradise.
Aaah! He's attacking me, Harold!
- Jesus Christ! Fuck me!
- Get the fuck out of here!
You mad bastard!
You mad bastard!
Fucking cunt!
You get the bastard out of here!
You've got lovely skin, Flo.
You sexual pervert!
You're a weirdo.
Get that cunt out of here!
Get him out of here!
No! No!
Get out of here!
Leave Bubby alone!
You dirty fucking‒
[Door Slams]
[Gasping]
Get out!
Go on. Get the fuck out of here!
[Gasping]
[Coughing]
Slimy pig!
[Gasping]
[Gagging]
[Harold Shouts]
[Coughing]
[Harold Moaning]
[Lock Clicks]
[Harold Groans]
Doormat. Excuse me.
[Grunts]
[Breathing Heavily]
[Harold Chattering]
♪♪ [Harold Singing]
[Bottles Clanking]
[Laughing]
[Imitates Harold's Laugh]
The fucking kid's
trying to be me again.
Shut the fuck up, kid!
You useless shit.
You perverted bastard!
You good-for-nothing!
Nothing except messing
things up. Isn't he, Flo?
Yes.
Messed the place up good and proper,
didn't ya, you little cunt?
- Fine mess!
- Useless cunt!
- Why don't you piss off?
- Leave Bubby alone.
Leave Bubby alone.
- Leave Bubby alone.
- Ah, you stupid, useless kid!
- You should have been left to die!
- What did you say?
I said the kid should have been
left to die.
[Slurring]
You, you bastard.
I kept him alive for you.
Not much good that was.
- [Both Shouting]
- [Muttering]
Good that'll do, you fat cow.
Be still.
You be still!
Be still.
Be still.
[Both Laughing]
Be still.
[Liquid Trickling]
[Trickling Continues]
[Harold Murmurs]
[Murmuring]
Now, you be still, Pop.
[Wheezing]
[Plastic Squeaks]
Mum.
You be still too.
[Whirring In Distance]
You're a sexy woman, Flo.
[Whirring Continues]
[Pounding In Distance]
[Roaring]
Get off the road,
you fuckin' greenie bastard!
Get a look at the bastard, will ya?
You fuckin 'poofter bastard!
- [Horn Honks]
- Whoo!
Whoo!
[Sniffs]
[Coughs]
[Chuckles]
[Dog Barks In Distance]
[Screaming]
No! No!
No!
[Dog Barks In Distance]
[Woman]
Come here, you bastard.
He snatched my bloody handbag!
Bloody bastard!
Bloody bastard!
Yeah.
Yeah.
See ya.
[Man Shouting]
See ya.
[Whispering]
Bloody bastard.
Bloody bastard.
♪♪ [Choir Vocalizing In Distance]
♪♪ [Vocalizing Grows Louder]
♪♪ [Continues]
♪♪ [Continues]
♪♪ [Continues]
♪♪ [Bubby Vocalizes]
♪♪ [Continues]
We're down in back.
[Chattering]
[Loud Chattering]
[Chattering]
[Chattering]
But, you know, I am busy, you know.
Is it the usual?
Shall we have the usual?
Yeah.
All right.
Okay. Uh, two specials,
no pineapple.
All right, beautiful.
Thanks very much.
[Indistinct]
[Chattering]
[Chattering Continues]
Lick. Your tongue.
Yeah. Now lick me here.
Here, dummy.
[Chuckles]
Oh, Christ, that prickles.
♪♪ [Bubby Humming]
You like singing?
♪♪ [Both Vocalizing]
You like that?
[Chuckles]
When I want to feel close
to my special friend Jesus,
I sing him a very special song.
You want to hear it?
♪♪ [Singing In German]
[Moans]
My good friend Jesus'
favorite song.
Do you like it?
You're a dag.
Christ, kid. You're a weirdo.
Yeah. That's what you are‒
a weird kid.
Nothing but a big, weird kid.
[Door Closes]
Hey. Piss off out of the way, mate.
I gotta cut this tree down.
Hey. You fuckin' deaf?
You're a queer-looking rooster,
aren't ya? What are you,
fuckin' one of them greenies?
Hey. Come on. Fuck off,
or I'll cut your prick off.
You fuckin' idiot. Go on, get out of it!
[Laughs]
[Imitates Laugh]
Little!
Ha!
[Giggling]
[Chain Saw Whirring In Distance]
[Both Giggling]
Up.
[Indistinct]
Let's get out of here.
If you'll just come with me, sir.
We don't want any trouble now, do we?
Come on. This way.
[Hydraulic Brakes Hiss]
[Bus Engine Idling]
- [Hisses]
- [Barking]
[Machine Whirring]
Yes, mate.
Can I help ya?
[Barks]
[Phone Rings]
[Indistinct]
[Machine Whirring]
[Whirring Continues]
[Speaks, Indistinct]
[Whirring Continues]
Get, get, get!
If you try that again, mate,
I'm gonna call the cops!
[Meows]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Two of those wonderfully fattening
chocolate éclairs, please, sir.
There we are.
Thank you.
Thank you, sweetie.
- Yes.
- [High-pitched Voice]
Two of those wonderfully fattening…
chocolate éclairs, please, sir.
[Bag Rustles]
- Two dollars, thanks.
- Thank you, sweetie.
Uh, no. That'll be two dollars,
thanks, buddy.
Two of those wonderfully fattening
chocolate éclairs, please, sir.
Thank you, sweetie.
Mmm.
I think we better find out
where you belong
and take you back there.
Come on.
Yes.
I still look all right, don't I?
Whoo-hoo!
Get off the fucking road,
you bloody greenie bastard!
[Laughs, Squeals]
Get off the fucking road,
you fuckin' greenie bastard!
[Hisses]
[Hisses]
I don't like fuckin' smart cunts.
[Groans]
Come on, mate.
I saw what that
fucking pig did.
Do you want a lift?
Get in.
Beer? There's some down here.
[Laughs]
[Man] I've gotta stop drinking.
I've gotta get my life in order.
[Laughs]
Who wants it?
Bubby wants it.
Bubby wants it.
Bubby.
Bubby. Bubby.
Rip the scab off that one, mate.
[Laughter]
[Man]
We need more beer.
We need more beer!
More beer.
Let's give him a taste
of what's to come, eh?
Sure, get a bit of rock and roll.
- Let's do it.
- One, two‒
One, two, three.
♪ If you see Kay ♪
♪ Can you tell her I'm leaving
Can you tell her I'm losing my mind ♪
♪ If you see Kay ♪
Yeah!
♪ Can you tell her
I've nothing left to say ♪
♪ Until she says okay ♪
♪ I got to hear her say okay ♪
♪ I gotta make her change her way ♪
♪ I can't live with her now
any other way ♪
♪ If you see Kay ♪
♪ Can you tell her I'm leaving
Can you tell her I'm losing my mind ♪♪
[Man]
I think we're here.
[Chattering]
Learn how to drive.
Got a license, have you, mate?
Yeah? Yeah?
Hey, Bubby.
Can you give us a hand, mate?
Bubby is the apprentice roadie.
That's good, Bubby.
Doing great.
Bubby is the apprentice roadie.
Yeah, well, just don't drop
the fuckin' speaker, okay?
Just don't drop
the fuckin' speaker, okay?
[Microphone Feedback]
Oh, fuck off!
Jesus.
Good day. Is this where
the band's supposed to be?
Yeah.
Oh, right.
Uh, what time you starting?
About an hour and a half ago,
but nobody's turned up yet.
Want to come in?
We'll play.
[Man]
I don't think so.
I was hoping there'd be some girls.
[Man #2]
No girls, mate. Only music.
Thanks anyway.
Who was that?
A neighbor, complaining about
all the racket we were making.
- Oh, very fucking funny, mate.
- It was a customer.
- Well, where'd he go?
- How the fuck would I know?
Down the road to see another band.
And you just let him walk out?
What the fuck was I
supposed to do, force him?
How the fuck we gonna pay for the hall
if you let all the people walk out
without paying? Jesus fucking Christ.
♪♪ [Keyboard]
Oh, fuck.
Great.
Well, is that the lot?
Haven't got any.
I haven't got any.
I haven't got any.
What about you, holdout?
Is that it?
Try the other pocket, mate.
We saw you try that one.
[Indistinct]
Nothing.
Nothin'. Never had anything.
Nothin'.
[Clinking]
How about you?
Got any money?
Oh, sure. Look at him.
Search him.
Money.
Do you have any money?
You greedy little cunt.
I ain't got enough money
to keep buying you milk.
[Laughing]
Take that, mate.
Shut up.
Well, if that's all there is,
we're stuffed.
Yep, we're stuffed.
Stuffed.
Christ.
Yeah, hilarious.
[Coughs]
No money, no girls.
It's enough to make you puke.
♪♪ [Keyboard Continues]
[Man] And where's that
fucking smell coming from?
[Man #2] Your fucking feet.
[Man #3]
Fuck that fucking smell.
What about the fucking money?
Cut it out, Bubby!
We're in the middle of a crisis.
[Man] Settle.
It's okay, mate.
Yeah. Stay calm.
That be Mum.
What?
That be Pop.
Them be Mum and Pop.
Is that your mother?
Bubby Mum.
And your father?
[Imitates Harold's Laugh]
What do you reckon?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Nah, wouldn't be him.
Big shit.
It wouldn't.
Says there's a reward.
50,000 bucks.
Take a look at this.
There's your smell.
Oh, shit!
Christ!
Fuck!
That be cat.
That was a cat.
Christ.
Jesus.
Uh, it is him.
It has to be.
Fifty grand!
Oh, fuck.
Oh, he's‒ he's harmless.
He can stay in your bed tonight.
Jesus, Bubby.
Take the cat outside, will ya?
Just take it outside for a while.
Talk.
Don't go too far, okay?
Okay.
Bring us back some money
or something.
Okay.
[Man]
Five, six, seven, eight, nine and 10.
Jesus fuckin' Christ!
Get that fucking thing out of here,
you mad bastard!
What?
I don't like fuckin' smart cunts.
[Groans]
[Siren Wailing In Distance]
♪♪ [Violin: Classical]
♪♪ [Continues]
[Siren Wailing]
[Vehicle Passes]
[Siren Fades]
[Siren Wailing In Distance]
[Siren Wailing]
Well, if that's all there is,
we're stuffed.
[All Laughing]
[Siren Wailing]
Oh, fucking racket!
Yeah, they're probably after him.
Oh, what you gonna do now?
It's fucked.
We're gonna go to jail.
I can feel it.
We're gonna go to jail.
Bullshit. Bullshit.
No. No. Look. Look.
[Chattering]
Shut up.
[Chattering]
Let's put these on.
[Chattering Fades]
♪♪ [Headphones: Organ]
♪♪ [Continues]
Shut up!
♪♪ [Continues]
[No Audible Dialogue]
♪♪ [Continues]
♪♪ [Stops]
[Man] More trouble.
More trouble than he's worth.
You just take care of that money.
[Chattering]
This way.
It's all right, Bubby.
♪ Tell you a story
that's sad but true ♪
♪ Tell you a story
about you know who ♪
♪ A boy called Bubby ♪
♪ Sittin' right over there ♪
♪ Yeah, Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ With the wild, crazy hair ♪
- Bad Boy Bubby.
- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby
Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
♪ Got them Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Got them Bad Boy Bubby Blues
from my head right to my shoes ♪
♪ Well, we met him
when we were touring ♪
♪ In '53
Well, that's not true ♪
♪ But it rhymes with Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪ Got them whoa, way down
low down, crazy ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪♪
Isn't he a classic?
You don't own a cat,
do you, Dan?
[Laughing]
We're gonna leave you
with Dan, Bub. Okay?
See you, Bubby.
And don't be a bad guy.
♪ Bad Boy Bubby
Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
♪ Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪♪
[Shouting]
Hey. Hey.
♪♪ [Guitars]
Why don't you go and talk with her,
if she's so interesting?
You're a sexy woman, Flo.
God, you've got great tits.
Great big whoppers
of things.
You're a very cruel person,
you know that?
Just because you're rich
and you're handsome,
you think it's okay
to make fun of people like me.
Well, it's not funny.
It's just hurtful.
Bubby naughty little boy.
Dirty little cunt!
Oh, leave me alone!
Leave me alone! No, please.
Go away from me!
Bubby love 'em.
Bubby love 'em tits.
Somebody help me!
[Woman]
Why don't you bastards do something?
Watch the language, lady,
or we'll cool you off
for a couple of days.
Hey, we're not the bloody criminals!
Those assholes stole our purses!
[Officer]
We can't help it if you go walkabout
at night by yourselves.
Who'd want to steal
from a boong?
Oh, for Christ's sakes!
We were on our way home
from work!
Work? Ha! That'll be the day.
Something illegal, no doubt.
Youse are really fucked.
Now, I warned you
about the language.
Now, you can piss off out of here.
And consider yourselves lucky
I didn't lock up the pair of you.
- Fuck! Let's go!
- I'd have that head wound seen to.
[Both]
Get fucked!
[Bubby Purring]
[Barks, Growls]
[Shoes Shuffling]
Psst.
What you doing?
What you doing?
[Metal Clanging]
What you doing?
Why don't you talk to me more?
What, cat got your tongue?
I got feelings, too, you know.
Well, it's not fun
being on night shift, is it?
Get lonely, you know.
Why don't you talk to me?
Get fucked!
[Gate Slams Shut]
[Chattering]
[Horn Blows]
♪♪ [Bagpipe]
[Container Clatters]
[Grunting]
[Quiet Grunting]
[Loud Grunt]
Let me go! Let me go!
Let me go!
Let me go! Someone help me!
Somebody please help me!
You want out?
It's the animal for you,
you fucking nutter!
[Gate Shutting]
Me be Bubby.
The Clingwrap Killer.
♪♪ [Bagpipes Continue]
You've been rehabilitated.
Here's $10 to see you on your way.
You can go.
Don't let me see you back here.
[Children Chattering]
Well, if that's all there is,
we're stuffed.
[Children Laughing, Chattering]
♪♪ [Organ]
♪♪ [Continues]
[Hammering]
♪♪ [Ends]
Jesus can see everything I do.
And he's gonna beat me brainless.
Come.
[Hammering Continues]
[Loud Whirring]
You see,
no one's going
to help you, Bubby,
because there isn't anybody
out there to do it.
No one.
We're all just complicated
arrangements of atoms
and subatomic particles.
We don't live.
But our atoms do
move about in such a way…
as to give us identity
and consciousness.
We don't die.
Our atoms just
rearrange themselves.
There is no God.
There can be no God.
It's ridiculous to think
in terms of a superior being.
An inferior being maybe…
because we‒
we who don't even exist,
we arrange our lives
with more order and harmony…
than God ever
arranged the Earth.
We measure.
We plot.
We create
wonderful music.
We are the architects
of our own existence.
What a lunatic concept
to bow down before a God…
who slaughters millions
of innocent children,
who slowly
and agonizingly…
starves them to death,
beats them,
tortures them,
rejects them.
What folly to even think that we
should not insult such a God,
damn him,
think him out of existence.
It is our duty
to think God out of existence.
It is our duty
to insult him.
Fuck you, God.
Strike me down
if you dare, you tyrant,
you nonexistent fraud.
It is the duty
of all human beings…
to think God
out of existence.
Then we have a future…
because then,
and only then,
do we take full responsibility
for who we are.
And that's what
you must do, Bubby.
Think God
out of existence.
Take responsibility
for who you are.
[Loud Whirring Continues]
Fuck you, God.
Strike me down if you dare.
[Motorcycle Engine Revving]
Fuck you.
Fuck you, God.
Strike me down if you dare.
[Man Shouts]
Hello.
[Chattering]
Hello. Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
What are you doing?
Bubby good boy.
[Screaming]
Girls! Girls!
Disgusting!
[All Shouting]
The pervert!
Get him!
Get him!
Come on, girls!
[Scratching Ground]
You be right.
You be right, Mum.
Bubby don't fit no more
out there.
♪ Tell you a story
sad but true ♪
♪ Tell you a story
about you know who ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
[Band Singer]
♪ A story about you know who ♪
♪ A boy called Bubby ♪
♪ Sitting right over there ♪
♪ Yeah, Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ With the wild, crazy hair ♪
[Laughing]
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby
Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪ Got them Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪ Got them Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪ From my head down to my shoes ♪♪
♪♪ [Humming]
♪♪ [Choir Vocalizing, Faint]
[Horn Honks]
[Vehicle Passing]
[Woman]
Yeah, wherever you want.
Anything to drink?
Father?
Pizza.
- Got any money?
- Money.
That's all there is.
So you just want pizza?
Pizza.
Well, what sort of pizza?
- Pizza!
- All right.
No trouble, okay?
Pop no trouble be.
All right, Pop.
Keep your money.
[Chuckles]
[Clattering]
[Grunts]
Cat.
[Hisses]
Good cat. Good cat.
Don't move, you little cunt.
I'll beat you brainless, by Christ.
Good cat.
Don't go, cat. Stay.
Bubby get pizza for cat.
Pizza.
Don't go. Stay.
Good cat. Stay.
Don't go. Pizza.
Can you spare a buck, mate?
Fifty cents then?
All right, then. Twenty.
Have you got any money at all?
That's all there is.
That all?
Well.
Let me buy youse a drink.
♪♪ [Man Singing]
Paul! That be Paul.
Ungrateful bastard!
♪ A place where nothing
ever ends ♪
Hey, you!
♪ Where feelings
never fall asleep ♪
♪ Just like a miracle ♪
♪ You'll find her
You'll see her ♪
♪ There between the silence
and the sea ♪
♪ You want her, need her ♪
♪ There between the fallen
and the free ♪
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
[Chuckles]
Ah. Hi.
[Meows]
[Meows]
Get him! Get him! Get him!
[Meows]
Jesus Christ!
Get that fucking thing out of here,
you mad bastard!
[Growling]
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
Get off the fucking road,
you greenie bastard!
Look at the silly bastard, would you?
You poofter bastard!
[Meows, Hissing]
Hey, Son. You can call me Pop.
I'm your pop.
- Hey, Pop!
- Hello, son.
- Hello, Pop!
- Yeah, yeah! That'll do!
Don't go making
a big thing of it.
What's the matter with you, Son?
You got a bit of a mental condition
or something?
Fucking kid's
trying to be me again.
Shut the fuck up, kid!
[Grunts Twice]
You useless cunt.
Why don't you piss off?
Leave Bubby alone.
Leave Bubby alone.
Fucking useless shit
should have been left to die!
♪ You find her
You see her ♪
♪ There between the silence
and the sea ♪
♪ You want her, need her ♪
♪ There between the fallen
and the free ♪♪
- ♪♪ [Ends]
- [Cheering]
[Man]
Yeah! Whoo!
[Chattering]
- Stockin' up there, Bubby?
- Not Bubby.
Me Pop now.
[Man]
What's the pizza for, Pop?
Pizza for cat.
[Laughing]
He's still got that bloody cat.
Don't worry about it, Bubby.
We'll get you more pizza tomorrow.
Pop get pizza for cat now.
Hey, you can't go anywhere.
- We need you tomorrow night.
You're part of the band now.
- Cat hungry.
Wait a minute, Bubby.
Look, Pop, just wait.
Tonight you were good.
They loved you out there.
You loved it out there.
We want you to do it
every night.
Tomorrow night
and the next.
Okay?
It's a regular gig here.
Stay with us.
We'll look after you.
Sure.
Pop give pizza to cat.
- We'll take you
wherever the bloody cat is.
- No.
No. Pop go to cat.
Pop sleep with cat.
Come on. We can't just let him go.
We'll never see him again.
We can't force him to stay.
Bubby, please.
Bubby been left to die.
Me Pop now.
And don't lose it.
Remember, when it gets dark,
give the note to someone.
They'll bring you back here,
and we'll pay 'em.
[Man]
What's going on?
Go back to your woman.
I hope he makes it back.
Be a dull gig tomorrow
if he doesn't.
See ya!
[Cat Meows, Screeches]
[Bottle Smashes]
Bugger bit me!
Hey, kill the fucking thing!
Break its fucking neck.
Got it.
- Fuckin' cat made me bleed.
- Leave cat alone!
Cat. Pop got pizza.
Come on, cat. Pizza.
Don't be still, cat.
[Grunting]
[Groaning]
She say cat be dead.
- Is cat dead?
- Yes. Cat's dead.
[Groaning]
[Groaning Continues]
- What did she say?
- She say you name be Angel.
Oh, my God.
You understand them.
You understand what she said.
You must have more names
than just Pop.
Pop. Me be Pop.
You can call me Pop.
Pop. We just want to find out
where you come from.
Where‒ Where do you live?
Pop don't know.
Bubby don't know.
Do you think he might be schizo?
I don't think he's anything.
He's just a kid.
Bubby a big, weird kid.
Christ, kid, you're a weirdo!
Pop not a kid.
If we take him anywhere,
they're gonna lock him up,
and I feel he shouldn't
be locked up.
[Groaning]
What is it, Rachael?
She think me should stay.
- Is that what you think, Rachael?
- [Grunts]
[Laughing]
What about the others?
What do you think?
Do you want Pop to stay?
[Electronic Voices]
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
[Laughing]
Yes. Yes. Yes.
[Loud Laugh]
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Boy, I bet you've got
some stories to tell.
Like who's Bubby,
for instance?
You're Bubby, aren't you?
Bubby been left to die.
Me Pop now.
Oh.
Pop wanna see Angel's tits.
No.
But I'll show Bubby.
- Bubby wanna see Angel's tits.
- No, I don't hear Bubby.
Bubby no fit no more out here.
Me Bubby.
Them be beautiful.
Like Mum.
You don't think
they're too big?
Them be perfection.
Okay.
That's enough for now.
You go back to being Pop,
and Bubby's our secret.
Okay?
[Woman]
The garden is filled with roses.
All different colors.
And it smells so beautiful
in that garden.
It is a very special garden.
No one knows about this garden.
No one is allowed to come in.
Only people who love you.
Only people who care about you.
And only people you want let in.
There's a very high picket fence
around the garden,
hidden in the high grass,
and no one can see it.
[Whining]
Imagine yourself
being in the garden,
lying on the grass,
feeling very comfortable.
[Whining]
It's a beautiful day.
The sun is shining,
and it's warm.
And the wind
gently touches your cheeks.
Hi. I'm off duty now,
so I'm gonna show you
where you'll be sleeping.
[Grunting]
Rachael think Pop
stay in her room.
Are you saying
what I think you're saying?
Ah, sorry, Rachael,
but Pop will stay in Pandy's room.
Okay?
Here's your bed,
and there's your suitcase.
And I put your cat in the freezer,
and we can bury that tomorrow, okay?
A band?
♪ With a hand upon
the trigger of a gun ♪
Cat got your tongue?
It's the animal for you.
[Grunting]
[Grunting Continues]
[Cries Out, Shouting]
[Laughing]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Psst. Pop.
Come here. Come on. Come here.
[Laughing]
Have we got a surprise for you.
We got some people who'd
really like to get to know you.
[Laughing]
Come on, come on.
Come on.
There you go, Pop.
[Laughing]
[Women Laughing]
- Is that you, Pop?
- Me be Pop.
Ta-da!
I'm Shannon.
I'm Sharon.
Won't you join us?
What do you think?
Do you like us?
We've never had a virgin before.
Don't be scared.
We'll show you what to do.
Tiny tits.
[Laughs]
Tiny?
These aren't tiny.
They're perfect 36's.
Where did you come from?
- Them not Angel tits.
- Who's Angel?
I don't know.
Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.
Good-bye, cat.
There. She's happy
with God now.
It is the duty
of all human beings…
to think God
out of existence.
Full of surprises,
aren't we?
♪♪ [Rock]
Be still, cat!
I'll beat you brainless,
by Christ!
[Meowing, Howling]
[Gasping, Gagging]
If the poison don't get you,
God will!
♪ Oh, for sure ♪
♪ I don't have to feel my way ♪
♪ I don't want to get
left behind ♪
♪ With my hand
upon the trigger of a gun ♪
[Crowd Cheering]
♪ Don't wanna go back in time
'cause time keeps forgettin'♪
♪ Gotta get up off the ground
Get down on my knees ♪
[Cheering]
♪ And I'll pray I forgot
Forgot what I am ♪
♪ 'Cause in this wild, wild world
no one is wilder than him ♪♪
Them not tiny tits!
[Crowd]
No!
Them great big whoppers
of things!
[Crowd] Yeah!
Pop love 'em tits!
[Cheering]
Pop love 'em tits!
[Groaning, Weeping]
No.
No.
[Weeps]
That not be.
[Groans, Gasps]
Not be.
Sorry.
What's the matter,
Bubby?
Bubby crying with sadness
for Rachael…
because Rachael
have no Bubby.
Rachael be loving Bubby.
Oh, my poor Rachael.
And Bubby be loving Angel.
Oh, Bubby.
Shh. Shh.
Shh.
[Angel]
I only really visit when I have to.
It always ends in a fight.
And then I don't go for a while.
And then they forgive me,
then we fight all over again.
[Footsteps]
Bit of a mess.
My dad's a collector.
Used to be his business.
[Bubby]
Princess Pink.
[Angel Sighs]
This is gonna be fun.
[Knocking]
How do you like your dinner,
Mr. Pop?
Pizza be better than this.
[Clears Throat]
Our daughter has
a healthy appetite,
don't you think?
Mother, don't start.
Be quiet. Let your mother
speak uninterrupted.
Thank you, dear.
We tried to bring her up
as best we could,
but she's been rather
a disappointment to us.
[Silverware Clatters]
Be the first time
you didn't finish your dinner.
I find fat people
so‒ so gross.
So unfortunate, of course,
but so…
ugly.
[Angel Sobbing]
What do you think, Mr. Pop?
Me think Angel be beautiful.
She's a fat slut.
Careful what you say, dear.
Better he know
that she's a fat slut.
If God had wanted us to be fat,
he'd have made us all
the same way, wouldn't he?
But he didn't!
God doesn't like fat people!
Fat people are an abomination
in his eyes!
Fuck you, God.
Strike me down if you dare.
Angel be beautiful.
God be a useless cunt.
No!
[Cries]
Why you be bad to Angel?
You can go now, Mr. Pop.
We shall pray for you.
[Sobbing Continues]
Get out of here!
Angel come too?
No, Bubby.
[Sobbing Continues]
My parents were just waiting
to die anyway, Bubby.
They were both riddled
with poisons and cancers.
Asbestos from
the brake linings,
lead from
the car exhausts,
P.C.B.'s
from the car seats,
dioxins,
"parathidions,"
dieldrin, mercury,
radioactivity.
Whoever did it
just put them out
of their misery.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
That be nice.
That be poisoning us.
That be poisoning
the air that we breathe.
If the poison
don't get you,
then God will.
♪♪ [Chanting In Foreign Language]
Beautiful, isn't it?
Fantastic.
And yet this mob have been
trying for centuries…
to cling-wrap this mob,
even though
they share the same God.
Mind you, this mob
have been getting pretty good
at cling-wrapping lately.
And this mob's
got the same God as well,
but they've had a fair go
at cling-wrapping that first mob.
They've been trying
to cling-wrap that second mob
for a good couple of thousand years.
And they pretty well succeeded
in cling-wrapping…
just about all this mob,
who never did
much cling-wrapping…
to anyone but themselves.
Then there's this lot.
A different god altogether.
You'd think that would help,
but it doesn't.
See, this mob cling-wrapped
about half a million…
of that first mob…
40 or 50 years ago.
And they've been at it ever since.
They've all done
their fair share of killing
or being killed,
and it's all pointless.
The thing, Bubby, is
don't be like them.
No matter how mad
you get at someone,
don't kill them‒ ever.
Bubby done cling-wrap them.
Me Pop now.
Talking like that,
you'll be running the country
soon enough.
No more excuses.
No more cling-wrapping.
Okay?
Bubby?
- Okay.
- [Whispers]
Good.
And, uh, don't mention it
to anyone.
We look like all being rich
and famous soon enough,
so let's not spoil it.
Okay.
[Chattering]
Yes, mate.
How much that be?
That be five dollar.
Where be Pop? Where be Pop?
When be them come on stage?
Them be here soon.
Them be here real soon.
[Chanting]
Where be Pop?
Where be Pop?
Where be Pop?
Where be Pop?
Where be Pop?
Where be Pop?
[Cheering]
♪♪ [Electric Guitar]
♪♪ [Rock]
[Meows]
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
♪ You be a sexy woman, Flo ♪
♪ You be a sexy woman, Flo ♪
- ♪ Me see right down your dress ♪
- ♪ Me see right down your dress ♪
♪ You got great big whoppers, Flo ♪
♪ You got great big whoppers, Flo ♪
♪ Me wanna see 'em tits ♪
♪ Me wanna see 'em tits ♪
[Cheering]
[Cheering Continues]
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
♪♪ [Rock Fades]
♪♪ [Organ]
♪♪ [Organ Continues]
♪♪ [Organ Ends]
♪♪ [Violin: Classical]
[Baby Crying]
There we are. Okay.
You done good.
[Angel]
We got our first one.
♪♪ [Violin Continues]
♪♪ [Violin Continues]
[Whooping]
[Chuckling]
[Squeals]
[Grunts]
[Child Shouts]
[Whooping]
[Angel Shouting]
Be still.
[Whirring Continues]
Princess Pink.
[Whirring Continues]
Princess Pink.
[Snorting]
[Meows]
[Meows]
- [Snarls]
- [Snarls]
[Hisses]
[Whirring Continues]
Such a good little boy.
That's right.
That's a good boy, Bubby.
Good boy.
Good little boy.
Toilet?
Don't move.
Jesus can see everything.
He tells me you move,
by Christ, I'll beat you brainless.
[Whirring Continues]
Be still.
[Whirring Continues]
[Clanking In Distance]
[Lock Clicking]
Bubby naughty.
Oh, Christ.
What you done?
You filthy little cunt.
You dirty little shit!
I'll send you to hell.
Just you see.
You'll go to hell,
and your eyes will fall out,
and your prick will fall off,
you filthy little slime!
You're such a good little boy.
Mummy does love
her little Bubby.
You like 'em, don't you, Bub?
Beautiful, ain't they?
Eh?
Good little boy.
Be still.
Be still. Be still, you little cunt!
By Christ, I'll beat you brainless.
Can't come outside
'cause no gas mask.
And Bubby die!
[Coughs]
Now be still.
[Coughing]
Poison.
[Coughing]
Poison.
If the poison don't get ya‒
Then God will.
- Don't you bloody forget it.
- Don't you bloody forget it.
[Hisses]
Where cat from?
Outside.
How come he ain't‒
No gas mask.
Don't need it.
Don't breathe.
How don't breathe?
That ain't breathin'.
Eat.
[Plate Clanks]
[Whirring Continues]
[Plastic Squeaking]
[Hisses]
[Hisses]
[Hisses]
[Knocking]
[Knocking]
[Loud Knocking]
[Man]
I know you're in there,
Florence.
[Loud Knocking]
I'll be back.
[Lock Rattling]
What?
Want to go out, do ya?
Want to go and see
what it's like, do you?
Want to go outside?
Cough, choke,
[Gasping]
die!
Do ya? Huh?
[Gasping, Coughing]
[Breathing Heavily]
I know you're in there, Florence.
I'll be back.
Bubby a good little boy.
Mummy's little boy.
Shut up.
Don't be disgusting.
[Whirring Continues]
[Knocking]
[Man]
Anybody there?
Come on.
I know you're in there.
- Go away.
- Go away.
[Man]
Florence? Open up,
or I'll bust the door down.
I know it's you.
I've seen you come and go.
[Chuckles]
[Laughing]
That's funny.
That's funny.
All these years,
and I didn't know I had a son.
[Florence]
Not so funny.
Christ, Florence.
You've got to see
the funny side of things.
[Florence]
I've been waiting here 35 years
for you to come back.
Yes. Well‒
I meant to come back sooner,
didn't I?
Just‒ Well, just I didn't
get round to it before.
I'm here now, ain't I?
[Florence]
Yes. Yes, you are.
You're here now.
God.
Thirty-five years.
It's gone quick.
You still look good, Flo.
You always were
a good-looking broad.
You always were the charmer.
Yep.
Charmed a few girls
in my time.
And yet I never knowed
I had a son.
A good, healthy-looking
specimen too.
You done well, Flo.
Hey, Son.
You can call me Pop. I'm your pop.
Pop.
Pop.
He's getting the idea.
Pop.
Pop, Pop, Pop. Pop.
Pop.
Yeah, yeah. All right.
Don't go making a big thing of it.
Listen, Flo.
I know I should have
been back sooner,
and I'm sorry and all that,
but do you reckon, you know,
you and me‒
You know?
Will you still have me, Flo?
I don't know.
You being a man of God now.
Oh, that.
[Chuckles]
Little bit of preaching part-time.
Nothing in it.
How about it then?
Make an honest woman of you.
[Florence]
Don't know as
I can trust you, Harold.
[Laughs]
[Imitates Harold's Laugh]
[Harold]
Hey. What's up, Son?
Have you got a mental condition
or something?
If you and me are gonna
learn to live together,
we got to have some respect.
¿Comprende?
I think he "comprends."
How about some
refreshment, love?
Sorry, Harold.
[Pots Clank]
[Water Running]
[Whirring Continues]
Hey, Son.
Me and your mother
would like to have a bit of a talk.
How about going outside?
[Florence]
Bubby ain't used to going outside‒
by himself.
[Harold]
Son, you ain't a poofter, are you?
I don't want any son of mine
growing up to be a homosexual.
I'd disown him first.
[Florence]
You gotta try to understand, Harold.
Me and Bubby‒
we've been here,
uh, by ourselves a long time.
Bubby ain't like other kids.
Oh, it was such a difficult birth.
Me, all alone in here,
no one to help me.
I didn't think I'd pull through.
So you gotta try to understand.
As long as he ain't a poofter.
Oh, no. No, he ain't.
Dry old conversation, Flo.
Pardon?
Dry old conversation.
Oh. I'm sorry.
We don't get very many visitors.
Uh, would a sherry do?
Any port in a storm.
Any port in a storm.
I can see right down
your dress, Flo.
God, you've got great tits.
They were big before,
but now they're great big
whoppers of things.
[Florence]
You're just being nice.
No, seriously, Flo.
They're the sort of tits
a man can really lose himself in.
Bury his face and forget
about their troubles‒
What troubles, Harold?
What troubles
can a man forget?
[Muffled Shout]
Let go, Bubby! Let go!
Jesus. He's mad.
The fucking bastard!
It's all right, Harold. It's okay.
He was trying to kill me!
You're mad, you bastard!
- He didn't mean you any harm. He's just
trying to see whether you breathed or not.
- What?
[Florence]
It's not his fault
he's got some strange ideas.
You can't blame the kid.
He can't help it.
He never had a father.
Nearly killed the only one
he's got. Christ, kid.
You're a weirdo.
[Bubby]
Weirdo.
Christ, kid.
You're a weirdo.
Christ, kid.
You're a weirdo.
You've got lovely skin, Flo.
Soft and sexy.
You're a sexy woman.
You make it hard
for a red-blooded man
to keep his hands off you.
[Florence]
You've got lovely hands, Harold.
Be a pity not to be using 'em.
[Harold]
Hmm.
[Florence Chuckles]
What's that you've found, then?
[Harold]
Don't know.
Don't know what this could be.
[Laughs]
It's me dress.
That's what you've found.
Yeah. But what's this
under the dress?
Why don't you look then?
Is it‒
[Breathing Heavily]
Is it‒
You'll have to wait and see.
[Chuckles]
Gates of paradise.
[Harold Moans]
One of the seven wonders
of the world.
You really think so?
Yes.
It's not too big?
It's perfection, Flo.
Oh, that's lovely.
Yeah. You see?
Oh, yeah. Go on. Do it again, eh?
[Laughs]
[Florence Moaning Softly]
[Harold]
Oh, that's nice. Yes.
[Laughs]
[Muttering]
What's that? Oh.
[Harold Moaning]
[Florence Laughs]
[Harold]
Get the fuck out of here!
You pervert!
Give your mother some privacy.
[Florence]
Go back to bed, Bubby.
[Harold]
Why the hell do you call him Bubby?
Bubby's a stupid name.
[Florence]
I was waiting for you to get back.
[Mutters]
But it suits him.
[Mutters]
A stupid name for a stupid kid.
[Laughs]
[Imitates Harold's Laugh]
[Imitates Harold's Laugh]
[Sniffs]
[Imitating Harold]
You're a sexy woman, Flo.
[Chuckles]
[Clanks]
[Harold Chattering]
[Lock Clicks]
What the fuck?
[Laughs]
The kid's completely crackers!
You're a weirdo.
[Laughing]
Jesus.
You're a sexy woman, Flo.
Am I? Thank you.
God, you've got great tits.
Great big whoppers of things!
[Sighs]
One of the seven wonders
of the world, Flo.
It's perfection.
Oh, Bubby.
My little boy.
Gates of paradise.
Aaah! He's attacking me, Harold!
- Jesus Christ! Fuck me!
- Get the fuck out of here!
You mad bastard!
You mad bastard!
Fucking cunt!
You get the bastard out of here!
You've got lovely skin, Flo.
You sexual pervert!
You're a weirdo.
Get that cunt out of here!
Get him out of here!
No! No!
Get out of here!
Leave Bubby alone!
You dirty fucking‒
[Door Slams]
[Gasping]
Get out!
Go on. Get the fuck out of here!
[Gasping]
[Coughing]
Slimy pig!
[Gasping]
[Gagging]
[Harold Shouts]
[Coughing]
[Harold Moaning]
[Lock Clicks]
[Harold Groans]
Doormat. Excuse me.
[Grunts]
[Breathing Heavily]
[Harold Chattering]
♪♪ [Harold Singing]
[Bottles Clanking]
[Laughing]
[Imitates Harold's Laugh]
The fucking kid's
trying to be me again.
Shut the fuck up, kid!
You useless shit.
You perverted bastard!
You good-for-nothing!
Nothing except messing
things up. Isn't he, Flo?
Yes.
Messed the place up good and proper,
didn't ya, you little cunt?
- Fine mess!
- Useless cunt!
- Why don't you piss off?
- Leave Bubby alone.
Leave Bubby alone.
- Leave Bubby alone.
- Ah, you stupid, useless kid!
- You should have been left to die!
- What did you say?
I said the kid should have been
left to die.
[Slurring]
You, you bastard.
I kept him alive for you.
Not much good that was.
- [Both Shouting]
- [Muttering]
Good that'll do, you fat cow.
Be still.
You be still!
Be still.
Be still.
[Both Laughing]
Be still.
[Liquid Trickling]
[Trickling Continues]
[Harold Murmurs]
[Murmuring]
Now, you be still, Pop.
[Wheezing]
[Plastic Squeaks]
Mum.
You be still too.
[Whirring In Distance]
You're a sexy woman, Flo.
[Whirring Continues]
[Pounding In Distance]
[Roaring]
Get off the road,
you fuckin' greenie bastard!
Get a look at the bastard, will ya?
You fuckin 'poofter bastard!
- [Horn Honks]
- Whoo!
Whoo!
[Sniffs]
[Coughs]
[Chuckles]
[Dog Barks In Distance]
[Screaming]
No! No!
No!
[Dog Barks In Distance]
[Woman]
Come here, you bastard.
He snatched my bloody handbag!
Bloody bastard!
Bloody bastard!
Yeah.
Yeah.
See ya.
[Man Shouting]
See ya.
[Whispering]
Bloody bastard.
Bloody bastard.
♪♪ [Choir Vocalizing In Distance]
♪♪ [Vocalizing Grows Louder]
♪♪ [Continues]
♪♪ [Continues]
♪♪ [Continues]
♪♪ [Bubby Vocalizes]
♪♪ [Continues]
We're down in back.
[Chattering]
[Loud Chattering]
[Chattering]
[Chattering]
But, you know, I am busy, you know.
Is it the usual?
Shall we have the usual?
Yeah.
All right.
Okay. Uh, two specials,
no pineapple.
All right, beautiful.
Thanks very much.
[Indistinct]
[Chattering]
[Chattering Continues]
Lick. Your tongue.
Yeah. Now lick me here.
Here, dummy.
[Chuckles]
Oh, Christ, that prickles.
♪♪ [Bubby Humming]
You like singing?
♪♪ [Both Vocalizing]
You like that?
[Chuckles]
When I want to feel close
to my special friend Jesus,
I sing him a very special song.
You want to hear it?
♪♪ [Singing In German]
[Moans]
My good friend Jesus'
favorite song.
Do you like it?
You're a dag.
Christ, kid. You're a weirdo.
Yeah. That's what you are‒
a weird kid.
Nothing but a big, weird kid.
[Door Closes]
Hey. Piss off out of the way, mate.
I gotta cut this tree down.
Hey. You fuckin' deaf?
You're a queer-looking rooster,
aren't ya? What are you,
fuckin' one of them greenies?
Hey. Come on. Fuck off,
or I'll cut your prick off.
You fuckin' idiot. Go on, get out of it!
[Laughs]
[Imitates Laugh]
Little!
Ha!
[Giggling]
[Chain Saw Whirring In Distance]
[Both Giggling]
Up.
[Indistinct]
Let's get out of here.
If you'll just come with me, sir.
We don't want any trouble now, do we?
Come on. This way.
[Hydraulic Brakes Hiss]
[Bus Engine Idling]
- [Hisses]
- [Barking]
[Machine Whirring]
Yes, mate.
Can I help ya?
[Barks]
[Phone Rings]
[Indistinct]
[Machine Whirring]
[Whirring Continues]
[Speaks, Indistinct]
[Whirring Continues]
Get, get, get!
If you try that again, mate,
I'm gonna call the cops!
[Meows]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Two of those wonderfully fattening
chocolate éclairs, please, sir.
There we are.
Thank you.
Thank you, sweetie.
- Yes.
- [High-pitched Voice]
Two of those wonderfully fattening…
chocolate éclairs, please, sir.
[Bag Rustles]
- Two dollars, thanks.
- Thank you, sweetie.
Uh, no. That'll be two dollars,
thanks, buddy.
Two of those wonderfully fattening
chocolate éclairs, please, sir.
Thank you, sweetie.
Mmm.
I think we better find out
where you belong
and take you back there.
Come on.
Yes.
I still look all right, don't I?
Whoo-hoo!
Get off the fucking road,
you bloody greenie bastard!
[Laughs, Squeals]
Get off the fucking road,
you fuckin' greenie bastard!
[Hisses]
[Hisses]
I don't like fuckin' smart cunts.
[Groans]
Come on, mate.
I saw what that
fucking pig did.
Do you want a lift?
Get in.
Beer? There's some down here.
[Laughs]
[Man] I've gotta stop drinking.
I've gotta get my life in order.
[Laughs]
Who wants it?
Bubby wants it.
Bubby wants it.
Bubby.
Bubby. Bubby.
Rip the scab off that one, mate.
[Laughter]
[Man]
We need more beer.
We need more beer!
More beer.
Let's give him a taste
of what's to come, eh?
Sure, get a bit of rock and roll.
- Let's do it.
- One, two‒
One, two, three.
♪ If you see Kay ♪
♪ Can you tell her I'm leaving
Can you tell her I'm losing my mind ♪
♪ If you see Kay ♪
Yeah!
♪ Can you tell her
I've nothing left to say ♪
♪ Until she says okay ♪
♪ I got to hear her say okay ♪
♪ I gotta make her change her way ♪
♪ I can't live with her now
any other way ♪
♪ If you see Kay ♪
♪ Can you tell her I'm leaving
Can you tell her I'm losing my mind ♪♪
[Man]
I think we're here.
[Chattering]
Learn how to drive.
Got a license, have you, mate?
Yeah? Yeah?
Hey, Bubby.
Can you give us a hand, mate?
Bubby is the apprentice roadie.
That's good, Bubby.
Doing great.
Bubby is the apprentice roadie.
Yeah, well, just don't drop
the fuckin' speaker, okay?
Just don't drop
the fuckin' speaker, okay?
[Microphone Feedback]
Oh, fuck off!
Jesus.
Good day. Is this where
the band's supposed to be?
Yeah.
Oh, right.
Uh, what time you starting?
About an hour and a half ago,
but nobody's turned up yet.
Want to come in?
We'll play.
[Man]
I don't think so.
I was hoping there'd be some girls.
[Man #2]
No girls, mate. Only music.
Thanks anyway.
Who was that?
A neighbor, complaining about
all the racket we were making.
- Oh, very fucking funny, mate.
- It was a customer.
- Well, where'd he go?
- How the fuck would I know?
Down the road to see another band.
And you just let him walk out?
What the fuck was I
supposed to do, force him?
How the fuck we gonna pay for the hall
if you let all the people walk out
without paying? Jesus fucking Christ.
♪♪ [Keyboard]
Oh, fuck.
Great.
Well, is that the lot?
Haven't got any.
I haven't got any.
I haven't got any.
What about you, holdout?
Is that it?
Try the other pocket, mate.
We saw you try that one.
[Indistinct]
Nothing.
Nothin'. Never had anything.
Nothin'.
[Clinking]
How about you?
Got any money?
Oh, sure. Look at him.
Search him.
Money.
Do you have any money?
You greedy little cunt.
I ain't got enough money
to keep buying you milk.
[Laughing]
Take that, mate.
Shut up.
Well, if that's all there is,
we're stuffed.
Yep, we're stuffed.
Stuffed.
Christ.
Yeah, hilarious.
[Coughs]
No money, no girls.
It's enough to make you puke.
♪♪ [Keyboard Continues]
[Man] And where's that
fucking smell coming from?
[Man #2] Your fucking feet.
[Man #3]
Fuck that fucking smell.
What about the fucking money?
Cut it out, Bubby!
We're in the middle of a crisis.
[Man] Settle.
It's okay, mate.
Yeah. Stay calm.
That be Mum.
What?
That be Pop.
Them be Mum and Pop.
Is that your mother?
Bubby Mum.
And your father?
[Imitates Harold's Laugh]
What do you reckon?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Nah, wouldn't be him.
Big shit.
It wouldn't.
Says there's a reward.
50,000 bucks.
Take a look at this.
There's your smell.
Oh, shit!
Christ!
Fuck!
That be cat.
That was a cat.
Christ.
Jesus.
Uh, it is him.
It has to be.
Fifty grand!
Oh, fuck.
Oh, he's‒ he's harmless.
He can stay in your bed tonight.
Jesus, Bubby.
Take the cat outside, will ya?
Just take it outside for a while.
Talk.
Don't go too far, okay?
Okay.
Bring us back some money
or something.
Okay.
[Man]
Five, six, seven, eight, nine and 10.
Jesus fuckin' Christ!
Get that fucking thing out of here,
you mad bastard!
What?
I don't like fuckin' smart cunts.
[Groans]
[Siren Wailing In Distance]
♪♪ [Violin: Classical]
♪♪ [Continues]
[Siren Wailing]
[Vehicle Passes]
[Siren Fades]
[Siren Wailing In Distance]
[Siren Wailing]
Well, if that's all there is,
we're stuffed.
[All Laughing]
[Siren Wailing]
Oh, fucking racket!
Yeah, they're probably after him.
Oh, what you gonna do now?
It's fucked.
We're gonna go to jail.
I can feel it.
We're gonna go to jail.
Bullshit. Bullshit.
No. No. Look. Look.
[Chattering]
Shut up.
[Chattering]
Let's put these on.
[Chattering Fades]
♪♪ [Headphones: Organ]
♪♪ [Continues]
Shut up!
♪♪ [Continues]
[No Audible Dialogue]
♪♪ [Continues]
♪♪ [Stops]
[Man] More trouble.
More trouble than he's worth.
You just take care of that money.
[Chattering]
This way.
It's all right, Bubby.
♪ Tell you a story
that's sad but true ♪
♪ Tell you a story
about you know who ♪
♪ A boy called Bubby ♪
♪ Sittin' right over there ♪
♪ Yeah, Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ With the wild, crazy hair ♪
- Bad Boy Bubby.
- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby
Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
♪ Got them Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Got them Bad Boy Bubby Blues
from my head right to my shoes ♪
♪ Well, we met him
when we were touring ♪
♪ In '53
Well, that's not true ♪
♪ But it rhymes with Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪ Got them whoa, way down
low down, crazy ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪♪
Isn't he a classic?
You don't own a cat,
do you, Dan?
[Laughing]
We're gonna leave you
with Dan, Bub. Okay?
See you, Bubby.
And don't be a bad guy.
♪ Bad Boy Bubby
Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
♪ Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪♪
[Shouting]
Hey. Hey.
♪♪ [Guitars]
Why don't you go and talk with her,
if she's so interesting?
You're a sexy woman, Flo.
God, you've got great tits.
Great big whoppers
of things.
You're a very cruel person,
you know that?
Just because you're rich
and you're handsome,
you think it's okay
to make fun of people like me.
Well, it's not funny.
It's just hurtful.
Bubby naughty little boy.
Dirty little cunt!
Oh, leave me alone!
Leave me alone! No, please.
Go away from me!
Bubby love 'em.
Bubby love 'em tits.
Somebody help me!
[Woman]
Why don't you bastards do something?
Watch the language, lady,
or we'll cool you off
for a couple of days.
Hey, we're not the bloody criminals!
Those assholes stole our purses!
[Officer]
We can't help it if you go walkabout
at night by yourselves.
Who'd want to steal
from a boong?
Oh, for Christ's sakes!
We were on our way home
from work!
Work? Ha! That'll be the day.
Something illegal, no doubt.
Youse are really fucked.
Now, I warned you
about the language.
Now, you can piss off out of here.
And consider yourselves lucky
I didn't lock up the pair of you.
- Fuck! Let's go!
- I'd have that head wound seen to.
[Both]
Get fucked!
[Bubby Purring]
[Barks, Growls]
[Shoes Shuffling]
Psst.
What you doing?
What you doing?
[Metal Clanging]
What you doing?
Why don't you talk to me more?
What, cat got your tongue?
I got feelings, too, you know.
Well, it's not fun
being on night shift, is it?
Get lonely, you know.
Why don't you talk to me?
Get fucked!
[Gate Slams Shut]
[Chattering]
[Horn Blows]
♪♪ [Bagpipe]
[Container Clatters]
[Grunting]
[Quiet Grunting]
[Loud Grunt]
Let me go! Let me go!
Let me go!
Let me go! Someone help me!
Somebody please help me!
You want out?
It's the animal for you,
you fucking nutter!
[Gate Shutting]
Me be Bubby.
The Clingwrap Killer.
♪♪ [Bagpipes Continue]
You've been rehabilitated.
Here's $10 to see you on your way.
You can go.
Don't let me see you back here.
[Children Chattering]
Well, if that's all there is,
we're stuffed.
[Children Laughing, Chattering]
♪♪ [Organ]
♪♪ [Continues]
[Hammering]
♪♪ [Ends]
Jesus can see everything I do.
And he's gonna beat me brainless.
Come.
[Hammering Continues]
[Loud Whirring]
You see,
no one's going
to help you, Bubby,
because there isn't anybody
out there to do it.
No one.
We're all just complicated
arrangements of atoms
and subatomic particles.
We don't live.
But our atoms do
move about in such a way…
as to give us identity
and consciousness.
We don't die.
Our atoms just
rearrange themselves.
There is no God.
There can be no God.
It's ridiculous to think
in terms of a superior being.
An inferior being maybe…
because we‒
we who don't even exist,
we arrange our lives
with more order and harmony…
than God ever
arranged the Earth.
We measure.
We plot.
We create
wonderful music.
We are the architects
of our own existence.
What a lunatic concept
to bow down before a God…
who slaughters millions
of innocent children,
who slowly
and agonizingly…
starves them to death,
beats them,
tortures them,
rejects them.
What folly to even think that we
should not insult such a God,
damn him,
think him out of existence.
It is our duty
to think God out of existence.
It is our duty
to insult him.
Fuck you, God.
Strike me down
if you dare, you tyrant,
you nonexistent fraud.
It is the duty
of all human beings…
to think God
out of existence.
Then we have a future…
because then,
and only then,
do we take full responsibility
for who we are.
And that's what
you must do, Bubby.
Think God
out of existence.
Take responsibility
for who you are.
[Loud Whirring Continues]
Fuck you, God.
Strike me down if you dare.
[Motorcycle Engine Revving]
Fuck you.
Fuck you, God.
Strike me down if you dare.
[Man Shouts]
Hello.
[Chattering]
Hello. Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
What are you doing?
Bubby good boy.
[Screaming]
Girls! Girls!
Disgusting!
[All Shouting]
The pervert!
Get him!
Get him!
Come on, girls!
[Scratching Ground]
You be right.
You be right, Mum.
Bubby don't fit no more
out there.
♪ Tell you a story
sad but true ♪
♪ Tell you a story
about you know who ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
[Band Singer]
♪ A story about you know who ♪
♪ A boy called Bubby ♪
♪ Sitting right over there ♪
♪ Yeah, Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ With the wild, crazy hair ♪
[Laughing]
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby
Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪ Got them Bad Boy Bubby ♪
♪ Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪ Got them Bad Boy Bubby Blues ♪
♪ From my head down to my shoes ♪♪
♪♪ [Humming]
♪♪ [Choir Vocalizing, Faint]
[Horn Honks]
[Vehicle Passing]
[Woman]
Yeah, wherever you want.
Anything to drink?
Father?
Pizza.
- Got any money?
- Money.
That's all there is.
So you just want pizza?
Pizza.
Well, what sort of pizza?
- Pizza!
- All right.
No trouble, okay?
Pop no trouble be.
All right, Pop.
Keep your money.
[Chuckles]
[Clattering]
[Grunts]
Cat.
[Hisses]
Good cat. Good cat.
Don't move, you little cunt.
I'll beat you brainless, by Christ.
Good cat.
Don't go, cat. Stay.
Bubby get pizza for cat.
Pizza.
Don't go. Stay.
Good cat. Stay.
Don't go. Pizza.
Can you spare a buck, mate?
Fifty cents then?
All right, then. Twenty.
Have you got any money at all?
That's all there is.
That all?
Well.
Let me buy youse a drink.
♪♪ [Man Singing]
Paul! That be Paul.
Ungrateful bastard!
♪ A place where nothing
ever ends ♪
Hey, you!
♪ Where feelings
never fall asleep ♪
♪ Just like a miracle ♪
♪ You'll find her
You'll see her ♪
♪ There between the silence
and the sea ♪
♪ You want her, need her ♪
♪ There between the fallen
and the free ♪
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
[Chuckles]
Ah. Hi.
[Meows]
[Meows]
Get him! Get him! Get him!
[Meows]
Jesus Christ!
Get that fucking thing out of here,
you mad bastard!
[Growling]
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
Get off the fucking road,
you greenie bastard!
Look at the silly bastard, would you?
You poofter bastard!
[Meows, Hissing]
Hey, Son. You can call me Pop.
I'm your pop.
- Hey, Pop!
- Hello, son.
- Hello, Pop!
- Yeah, yeah! That'll do!
Don't go making
a big thing of it.
What's the matter with you, Son?
You got a bit of a mental condition
or something?
Fucking kid's
trying to be me again.
Shut the fuck up, kid!
[Grunts Twice]
You useless cunt.
Why don't you piss off?
Leave Bubby alone.
Leave Bubby alone.
Fucking useless shit
should have been left to die!
♪ You find her
You see her ♪
♪ There between the silence
and the sea ♪
♪ You want her, need her ♪
♪ There between the fallen
and the free ♪♪
- ♪♪ [Ends]
- [Cheering]
[Man]
Yeah! Whoo!
[Chattering]
- Stockin' up there, Bubby?
- Not Bubby.
Me Pop now.
[Man]
What's the pizza for, Pop?
Pizza for cat.
[Laughing]
He's still got that bloody cat.
Don't worry about it, Bubby.
We'll get you more pizza tomorrow.
Pop get pizza for cat now.
Hey, you can't go anywhere.
- We need you tomorrow night.
You're part of the band now.
- Cat hungry.
Wait a minute, Bubby.
Look, Pop, just wait.
Tonight you were good.
They loved you out there.
You loved it out there.
We want you to do it
every night.
Tomorrow night
and the next.
Okay?
It's a regular gig here.
Stay with us.
We'll look after you.
Sure.
Pop give pizza to cat.
- We'll take you
wherever the bloody cat is.
- No.
No. Pop go to cat.
Pop sleep with cat.
Come on. We can't just let him go.
We'll never see him again.
We can't force him to stay.
Bubby, please.
Bubby been left to die.
Me Pop now.
And don't lose it.
Remember, when it gets dark,
give the note to someone.
They'll bring you back here,
and we'll pay 'em.
[Man]
What's going on?
Go back to your woman.
I hope he makes it back.
Be a dull gig tomorrow
if he doesn't.
See ya!
[Cat Meows, Screeches]
[Bottle Smashes]
Bugger bit me!
Hey, kill the fucking thing!
Break its fucking neck.
Got it.
- Fuckin' cat made me bleed.
- Leave cat alone!
Cat. Pop got pizza.
Come on, cat. Pizza.
Don't be still, cat.
[Grunting]
[Groaning]
She say cat be dead.
- Is cat dead?
- Yes. Cat's dead.
[Groaning]
[Groaning Continues]
- What did she say?
- She say you name be Angel.
Oh, my God.
You understand them.
You understand what she said.
You must have more names
than just Pop.
Pop. Me be Pop.
You can call me Pop.
Pop. We just want to find out
where you come from.
Where‒ Where do you live?
Pop don't know.
Bubby don't know.
Do you think he might be schizo?
I don't think he's anything.
He's just a kid.
Bubby a big, weird kid.
Christ, kid, you're a weirdo!
Pop not a kid.
If we take him anywhere,
they're gonna lock him up,
and I feel he shouldn't
be locked up.
[Groaning]
What is it, Rachael?
She think me should stay.
- Is that what you think, Rachael?
- [Grunts]
[Laughing]
What about the others?
What do you think?
Do you want Pop to stay?
[Electronic Voices]
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
[Laughing]
Yes. Yes. Yes.
[Loud Laugh]
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Boy, I bet you've got
some stories to tell.
Like who's Bubby,
for instance?
You're Bubby, aren't you?
Bubby been left to die.
Me Pop now.
Oh.
Pop wanna see Angel's tits.
No.
But I'll show Bubby.
- Bubby wanna see Angel's tits.
- No, I don't hear Bubby.
Bubby no fit no more out here.
Me Bubby.
Them be beautiful.
Like Mum.
You don't think
they're too big?
Them be perfection.
Okay.
That's enough for now.
You go back to being Pop,
and Bubby's our secret.
Okay?
[Woman]
The garden is filled with roses.
All different colors.
And it smells so beautiful
in that garden.
It is a very special garden.
No one knows about this garden.
No one is allowed to come in.
Only people who love you.
Only people who care about you.
And only people you want let in.
There's a very high picket fence
around the garden,
hidden in the high grass,
and no one can see it.
[Whining]
Imagine yourself
being in the garden,
lying on the grass,
feeling very comfortable.
[Whining]
It's a beautiful day.
The sun is shining,
and it's warm.
And the wind
gently touches your cheeks.
Hi. I'm off duty now,
so I'm gonna show you
where you'll be sleeping.
[Grunting]
Rachael think Pop
stay in her room.
Are you saying
what I think you're saying?
Ah, sorry, Rachael,
but Pop will stay in Pandy's room.
Okay?
Here's your bed,
and there's your suitcase.
And I put your cat in the freezer,
and we can bury that tomorrow, okay?
A band?
♪ With a hand upon
the trigger of a gun ♪
Cat got your tongue?
It's the animal for you.
[Grunting]
[Grunting Continues]
[Cries Out, Shouting]
[Laughing]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Psst. Pop.
Come here. Come on. Come here.
[Laughing]
Have we got a surprise for you.
We got some people who'd
really like to get to know you.
[Laughing]
Come on, come on.
Come on.
There you go, Pop.
[Laughing]
[Women Laughing]
- Is that you, Pop?
- Me be Pop.
Ta-da!
I'm Shannon.
I'm Sharon.
Won't you join us?
What do you think?
Do you like us?
We've never had a virgin before.
Don't be scared.
We'll show you what to do.
Tiny tits.
[Laughs]
Tiny?
These aren't tiny.
They're perfect 36's.
Where did you come from?
- Them not Angel tits.
- Who's Angel?
I don't know.
Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.
Good-bye, cat.
There. She's happy
with God now.
It is the duty
of all human beings…
to think God
out of existence.
Full of surprises,
aren't we?
♪♪ [Rock]
Be still, cat!
I'll beat you brainless,
by Christ!
[Meowing, Howling]
[Gasping, Gagging]
If the poison don't get you,
God will!
♪ Oh, for sure ♪
♪ I don't have to feel my way ♪
♪ I don't want to get
left behind ♪
♪ With my hand
upon the trigger of a gun ♪
[Crowd Cheering]
♪ Don't wanna go back in time
'cause time keeps forgettin'♪
♪ Gotta get up off the ground
Get down on my knees ♪
[Cheering]
♪ And I'll pray I forgot
Forgot what I am ♪
♪ 'Cause in this wild, wild world
no one is wilder than him ♪♪
Them not tiny tits!
[Crowd]
No!
Them great big whoppers
of things!
[Crowd] Yeah!
Pop love 'em tits!
[Cheering]
Pop love 'em tits!
[Groaning, Weeping]
No.
No.
[Weeps]
That not be.
[Groans, Gasps]
Not be.
Sorry.
What's the matter,
Bubby?
Bubby crying with sadness
for Rachael…
because Rachael
have no Bubby.
Rachael be loving Bubby.
Oh, my poor Rachael.
And Bubby be loving Angel.
Oh, Bubby.
Shh. Shh.
Shh.
[Angel]
I only really visit when I have to.
It always ends in a fight.
And then I don't go for a while.
And then they forgive me,
then we fight all over again.
[Footsteps]
Bit of a mess.
My dad's a collector.
Used to be his business.
[Bubby]
Princess Pink.
[Angel Sighs]
This is gonna be fun.
[Knocking]
How do you like your dinner,
Mr. Pop?
Pizza be better than this.
[Clears Throat]
Our daughter has
a healthy appetite,
don't you think?
Mother, don't start.
Be quiet. Let your mother
speak uninterrupted.
Thank you, dear.
We tried to bring her up
as best we could,
but she's been rather
a disappointment to us.
[Silverware Clatters]
Be the first time
you didn't finish your dinner.
I find fat people
so‒ so gross.
So unfortunate, of course,
but so…
ugly.
[Angel Sobbing]
What do you think, Mr. Pop?
Me think Angel be beautiful.
She's a fat slut.
Careful what you say, dear.
Better he know
that she's a fat slut.
If God had wanted us to be fat,
he'd have made us all
the same way, wouldn't he?
But he didn't!
God doesn't like fat people!
Fat people are an abomination
in his eyes!
Fuck you, God.
Strike me down if you dare.
Angel be beautiful.
God be a useless cunt.
No!
[Cries]
Why you be bad to Angel?
You can go now, Mr. Pop.
We shall pray for you.
[Sobbing Continues]
Get out of here!
Angel come too?
No, Bubby.
[Sobbing Continues]
My parents were just waiting
to die anyway, Bubby.
They were both riddled
with poisons and cancers.
Asbestos from
the brake linings,
lead from
the car exhausts,
P.C.B.'s
from the car seats,
dioxins,
"parathidions,"
dieldrin, mercury,
radioactivity.
Whoever did it
just put them out
of their misery.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
That be nice.
That be poisoning us.
That be poisoning
the air that we breathe.
If the poison
don't get you,
then God will.
♪♪ [Chanting In Foreign Language]
Beautiful, isn't it?
Fantastic.
And yet this mob have been
trying for centuries…
to cling-wrap this mob,
even though
they share the same God.
Mind you, this mob
have been getting pretty good
at cling-wrapping lately.
And this mob's
got the same God as well,
but they've had a fair go
at cling-wrapping that first mob.
They've been trying
to cling-wrap that second mob
for a good couple of thousand years.
And they pretty well succeeded
in cling-wrapping…
just about all this mob,
who never did
much cling-wrapping…
to anyone but themselves.
Then there's this lot.
A different god altogether.
You'd think that would help,
but it doesn't.
See, this mob cling-wrapped
about half a million…
of that first mob…
40 or 50 years ago.
And they've been at it ever since.
They've all done
their fair share of killing
or being killed,
and it's all pointless.
The thing, Bubby, is
don't be like them.
No matter how mad
you get at someone,
don't kill them‒ ever.
Bubby done cling-wrap them.
Me Pop now.
Talking like that,
you'll be running the country
soon enough.
No more excuses.
No more cling-wrapping.
Okay?
Bubby?
- Okay.
- [Whispers]
Good.
And, uh, don't mention it
to anyone.
We look like all being rich
and famous soon enough,
so let's not spoil it.
Okay.
[Chattering]
Yes, mate.
How much that be?
That be five dollar.
Where be Pop? Where be Pop?
When be them come on stage?
Them be here soon.
Them be here real soon.
[Chanting]
Where be Pop?
Where be Pop?
Where be Pop?
Where be Pop?
Where be Pop?
Where be Pop?
[Cheering]
♪♪ [Electric Guitar]
♪♪ [Rock]
[Meows]
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
♪ You be a sexy woman, Flo ♪
♪ You be a sexy woman, Flo ♪
- ♪ Me see right down your dress ♪
- ♪ Me see right down your dress ♪
♪ You got great big whoppers, Flo ♪
♪ You got great big whoppers, Flo ♪
♪ Me wanna see 'em tits ♪
♪ Me wanna see 'em tits ♪
[Cheering]
[Cheering Continues]
♪♪ [Vocalizing]
♪♪ [Rock Fades]
♪♪ [Organ]
♪♪ [Organ Continues]
♪♪ [Organ Ends]
♪♪ [Violin: Classical]
[Baby Crying]
There we are. Okay.
You done good.
[Angel]
We got our first one.
♪♪ [Violin Continues]
♪♪ [Violin Continues]
[Whooping]
[Chuckling]
[Squeals]
[Grunts]
[Child Shouts]
[Whooping]
[Angel Shouting]