Tromeo and Juliet (1996) Movie Script

Two households

different as dried plums

and pears in fair Manhattan,

where we lay our scene.

Two homes adrift in hate

for 20 years a score,

awash in sin

for long deprived of dreams.

Once long ago

they planted seeds of hate,

which bloomed to constant

battles for revenge.

Soon, murder was

the awful commonplace...

And everything once real

seemed like pretend.

Deep within this storm,

a love in two has sparked,

spawned in a box of glass

one star-crossed night.

Now if faithful should hug

to live within the dark

but see how many fall

beneath love's light.

Oh, yes, the splice

of their unholy vice

and the firmest grip

of their parent's rage.

It'll only ever end by

one father and his apt demise

which is now the two hours'

traffic of our stage.

Star-crossed lovers both ignore

your elders' trivial ploys.

They hold no trace

of passion's truer joys.

Instead of justice,

do now hold your castle wall.

Your deepest love

will battle reasons gone.

All this if you with

patient eyes attend,

we'll see what devils broke,

our toil shall mend.

Act 1

Never mind the

yearling fatted calf,

is the Ques and Capulets.

My sister!

Hey, there. Hey.

Hey. Hey. That's my sister.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

You stupid shit.

That was the best fuck

in this bar.

Hey, hey, Georgie.

I have some crystal meth

in my underwear.

Let's go down to the men's

bathroom and snort it on up.

Fuck you, Sammy.

You're such a moron.

Come on, Georgie.

Maybe you will get lucky,

you know what I mean?

Oh!

I'm your sister.

You're not supposed to do that.

Not to me.

But hey, you know

the way the world is now

we've got gang bangers,

we've got perverts,

we've got anorexia.

Everything's in style.

If we just throw

a little incest into the mix,

pretty soon the world will be

like one great big hug.

And I, Sammy Capulet,

along with my sister Georgie

herald the dawning of

the age of the aquarius,

just like in Hair.

Yeah, I'm sure, Sammy,

me and you and our

mutant, inbred children.

At least they'd be better

than those cursed Ques.

Did you hear

what they did last night?

They threw a dead pigeon

through Uncle Cappy's window.

It splattered all over

the divan, intestines of...

I know! I know.

I hate the Ques!

Hey, hey, Georgie.

Look what I'm gonna do just

in case they show up tonight.

- Don't be retarded.

- Sorry.

You guys,

after this I gotta cruise.

What's wrong with going to

the Art Club with me and Ben?

I got to go check up

on my old man, Murray.

Why? You got to

bring him a teething ring?

You believe this guy?

I think it's sweet.

It's like, um,

codependency, right?

It's like being a pussy

is like what it's being like.

We done?

Hey, why don't you

come on over after the Art Club?

Check out the new CD-ROM I got.

Sub-Humanoid Meltdown.

Yeah, yeah,

we'll come over and check it out.

Especially if the Capulets

are the Sub-Humanoids

you're melting down.

Every time I think about

that poor little squirrel.

Poor little squirrel?

Murray, you threw a pigeon

through the window.

It was already dead.

That's different.

Hey, shut up.

We're supposed to be normal

people leading normal lives.

Working 9 to 5,

going to church on Sunday.

Normal. Maiming, murdering,

crippling park animals,

it's a little abnormal.

You know what I mean?

Is it gonna hurt?

This will be over in a snap.

It's one of the

reasons I like Rosy.

You know, when I'm with her

I don't feel much hatred.

- Not even toward the Capulets.

- Ah! Oh!

It sounds dumb but

I feel like I have a future now.

You know,

a home in the suburbs,

a barbecue in the backyard,

family picnics.

Look, look,

I still get a piece of wood

every time I take

one of those bastards out.

And you, Tromeo,

this week it's Rosy,

next week some other

double-D slice of poontang

is gonna have you whipped,

clipped, and double dipped.

You, you don't learn.

Come on, Murray.

We've all had to put up with

the Caps since we were kids.

You'd think you were

sick of it by now.

Instead I sometimes think that

that shit is the only reason

you even hang out with us.

That's not the only reason,

just a mark

on the positive side.

On the negative side

is the fact that

both you guys are so

fucking disgusting looking

that I look at you and

my stomach becomes upset

and I begin to vomit.

I really love it.

I love it so much.

How do I look?

Like a freak.

Shut the fuck up.

I'll see you guys

after the club.

Bye, Trom. Thank you.

One of these days,

somebody's going to teach

you some fucking manners.

Bad monkey.

Peter, your breasts are more

pear-shaped than my sister's.

But they'll do.

Asshole.

I wanna ask you something.

Why did you kill

that little squirrel?

- Fuck you.

- No, fuck you.

- Fuck you.

- No, fuck you.

No, fuck you.

No, seriously, Sammy, fuck you.

I said it first.

Dad?

Tromeo!

Where-forth art thou, Tromeo?

Dad?

The front door was left open.

Anyone could have just come in

and robbed us blind.

Do we have

any site left to steal?

Tromeo, there you are.

I was having myself

a dream about these cows.

We better get you into bed.

Come on. Turn around, Martini.

I got an itch

to fuck you in the ass.

Come on, Tracy. Let's do it.

We got five minutes

before the manager gets here.

I only need two.

Oh, fingers.

I love fingers. Give me fingers.

Excellent.

Hey, hey, hey.

I want to give you

one more chance.

Apologize for

giving me the finger.

I...

I didn't give you the finger.

I still have all my fingers.

Not anymore.

God!

Clean that off, I'll get fired.

I'll get fired, man.

Ooh, yeah!

Take those titties, Bluto.

That's it, baby.

Only you could do it, baby.

Tromeo sucks at it.

Oh, God. Who's spoiling my fun?

Hold on a second, baby-cakes,

I'll be right back.

- Hello?

- Rosy?

Tromeo! Hi! How are you doing?

I just wanted to call

and say that I had a great time

and everything last night.

Yeah, I'm thrilled.

Really, Tromeo,

I'm like really thrilled.

I miss you.

What are you doing?

I'm just making the costume for

for... Cap-Capulet's

you know, costume party,

his bash.

You got invited to that?

Yes!

Yes. I was in... in... invited.

Yes. I got to go, got to go now.

♪ My name is Capulet,

I got a corn nut for a dick ♪

♪ My name is Capulet,

my asshole's full of worms ♪

♪ My name is Capulet

I am a hopeless shit ♪

♪ My name is Capulet,

I'm a big fat dick ♪

Sing along!

♪ My name is Capulet... ♪

♪ I like polka... ♪

Get away from my house,

you little punks.

♪ I shall fucking die ♪

You asshole.

- You, my friend, are a piece of shit!

- What is it, Cap baby?

Once more Monty Que's suck

shits are trying to terrorize me.

See, that's Benny and

that Martini freak, see.

I'll kill him.

I'll kill them all.

Where is my bow?

Where did you put my bow?

Not my violin bow, stupid!

My crossbow!

There it is.

You puny piece of crap.

You fuck.

How would you like me

to use your guts

to Jackson Pollock

the street, huh?

Jackson Pollock the street.

- Holy shit, run!

- Go, go, go.

After so long, Monty's still

making them hate us.

Oh, Cap, sometimes I think

we should have never did

what we done.

We?

What do you mean by this

"we" shit, Ingrid?

You know as well as I do that

that was your fuck-up, not mine.

Oh, my arm.

No!

Juliet.

If you keep

forgetting to turn this off,

you're gonna burn down

the whole house.

Let it burn.

I can't stand the noises,

Ness, every single night.

Then don't listen.

At least tonight it's not you.

Your mother sent me

to pick up some clean dresses.

Why would I need dresses

since Dad never lets me

leave the house?

Oh.

You smell like food.

What'd you make for dinner?

Well, if you keep missing dinner

your parents are gonna fire me.

But for the record, roast beef.

Eww.

How many times I have

told you that cows scream

on their way

to the slaughter house?

You know, exactly

what's going on.

Spare me the vegetarian lecture

and spare yourself, too.

Soon you're going to be

married to the king

of cold cuts.

It will all make sense.

You know I don't love London.

You know Dad

forced me to say yes.

He just wants to get his hands

on the Arbuckle's fortune.

And I don't care.

At least if I marry London,

I won't have to go back in

the time out room anymore.

So it doesn't matter

if I don't love him.

I really never loved anybody.

Let me ease your pain.

Ness, sometimes

when you touch me,

I dream about men.

It's okay to dream.

Not in this house.

It'll almost make you die.

To make your choice of our many

lovely girls please press

one of the following keys.

If you like eating shit

and drinking piss

there's only one

choice there, it's "K."

But if you want a wild time

with a very young girl...

You chose "true love."

Please hold on for one moment.

Hello, you are so handsome.

I really love you.

Mmm, saucy girl.

Would you like to get married?

Married, then you

could see my bosom.

They love you too.

Go ahead,

you could touch them.

I will suckle a many

happy children.

Will you...

...be...

...my...

...lawfully weeded...

- I love you.

- I love you too.

I love you.

I love you too.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

I love you.

I love you too.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

I love you.

Listen, Oslo,

of course we hate old Cap.

Ever since

we've been little cats,

I have noticed that you often

know more than you show.

So...

How did it start and where?

And how's your uncle

a part of it?

Once, man, they were friends.

My uncle had a business, films.

Called Silky films.

They catered to the Art Crowd.

French babes, soft focus,

lots of sheer curtains,

classy stuff.

He and Capulet,

they'd been friends for years.

Came up together

from the suburbs of Jersey.

The profits were good,

Que brought Cap aboard.

But right after that,

the game got rough.

Cap took all Monty's

rights to Silky films.

Between you and me,

there was blackmail involved.

- Blackmail?

- Yeah.

Monty signed over

all records and checks

without so much

as a protest or a plea.

The way it looks

on paper and in books,

they say he gave his

life's work away for free.

Cocksucker stole

a good man's whole life.

And you should see the trash

that silky puts out now.

The worst motherfucking

films in the world.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wasn't there more to that story?

Wasn't there something going on

between Cappy's wife and Monty?

They had a lot more than

something going on.

They were married.

While Cap was

stealing the business

he also made a play

for Monty's wife Ingrid.

That bitch then stuck

a knife in Tromeo's dad.

A divorce right

when he was found.

In my book she is just as bad

as that ugly sadistic clown.

Shortly after that,

Cap married Ingrid

and Monty married Tromeo's mom

and the lines have been

drawn ever since.

And who was Tromeo's mom?

Shut up.

I told you way

too fucking much already.

This is just between you and me.

Keep your mouth shut

around Tromeo.

I had a bad dream.

How many times

have I told you...

I'm sorry.

...not to wake me up

with your goddamn screaming?

I'll be quite, I promise.

Pubescent copulators.

Leaving your sex toys

all over your room.

You have one more screaming

orgasm, young lady,

and it's the time-out

room again.

Now, are you going to be good?

Hmm?

And who are you?

Daddy's little crenshaw melon.

Who?

Daddy's little crenshaw melon.

Oh, yeah, big man.

Just beat up the blind.

Just beat up the blind girl,

that's what she's there for.

The bitch stole my damn Harley!

God damn it!

Law abiding citizens.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You and my ass

are law abiding citizens.

Real law abiding.

The feud between you two

is what started this.

I got a feeling when that stops,

I don't have

to clean up another mess

started by Que or a Capulet

or a Capulet to a Que.

Now, stumpy, you ready

to tell me who did this to you?

I dropped my popsicle down

the garbage disposer.

I didn't think before brrr.

Stupid!

That's another thing, okay.

No one, no one is speaking

one word of truth.

I'm gonna tell you what.

The next time there's blood

spilled and anyone of you,

anyone of you is there,

I don't care what I have to do,

I'll bring in a fucking

grand jury if I have to.

I will find who's at fault.

Suppose we're free to go now?

Get out.

See that, you foul bastard, see.

It's sick. That's your work.

My work? Why is it my work?

You sent the boy to put

the squirrel in my place.

I sent shit.

Yes, you sent shit

to do a man's work.

Hey.

The only shit I see

is in the passenger seat.

An alcoholic, burnt-out,

scumbag loser.

Why you cock sucking...

Don't hold me, let me go.

Let me go.

Let me go, don't hold me.

- Meet my bow.

- I'll kill the bastard.

I'll kill him. I tell you

I'll kill him. Don't hold me.

Sammy, get out

of the fucking way.

Sammy, get out of the way,

let me just shoot this mother...

Come on, out of the way.

You villainous, abominable,

kidnapper of youth!

Henry IV, act II, scene IV.

Hey...

Okay, Sissy, remember.

When crossing the street,

sidewalk safe, street dangerous.

Sidewalk safe,

street dangerous.

Very good.

Okay, okay, can I go now?

Yes, you can go.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Act 2, the ball

and Tromeo's agony of bliss.

His balls be blue,

young men pray think on this.

This is Aaron Mason.

Tonight on the local scene,

Manhattan society

eagerly awaits the annual.

Halloween in July ball

at filmmaker Cap Capulet's.

Capulet is famous

for such films...

I don't know why we're going

to this stupid party, Murray.

You just want to cause shit.

You know why

you're going, Trom.

Your precious rosy

is on the guest list.

Mmm. How do I look?

If I lived on a farm,

I'd fuck you.

With Juliet Capulet

about to marry Arbuckle,

could it be that Capulets

planned merger of meat

and movies is finally

in our midst?

No, no, no, no, Carl,

you're cutting too much fat off.

One word, more fat.

Fat is good for people.

That's what we like

to hear here at Meat World.

Mr. Arbuckle.

Mr. Arbuckle, what in

what on God's earth is this?

I found it over by the goats.

Oh, gross.

Must have crawled through

the cellar window and died.

Still looks like it could be

kind of tasty though.

Bet we could make several

dozen hot dogs out of it.

Why don't you throw it in with

the pig snouts, tails, and hooves?

Yes, sir.

Juliet.

What do you think of

my milkman costume, Juliet?

It's very nice, London.

It's so great that you came to

pick me up for the party tonight.

Oh, jeez.

I almost forgot.

I got you a gift.

I finally figured out something

to do with those pigs' ears.

It's new and oh so delicioso

and you're gonna be

the first one to try it out.

It's raisin loaf.

It's like olive loaf

but it's not.

It's raisin loaf.

Why?

Because there are raisins in it.

Oh, wow!

It totally blows my mind.

Nobody's ever made

a raisin loaf before, Juliet.

Nope.

Here, try a slice.

Uh, London!

I'm macrobiotic.

You're bionic?

No, I'm macrobiotic.

It's a strict

vegetarian lifestyle.

You're... you're a vegetarian?

Yes.

I have been for quite some...

A vegetarian!

London?

I think we

better get going now.

Name?

Go right inside, man.

Hey, Vic.

Where did you get this

big crying pussy costume?

I've never seen

anything quite like it.

Shut up, Tyrone!

You know what this is?

This is part of

Sammy's motherfuckin' head.

Mister Capulet!

Mister Capulet,

look what they've done!

Oh, shit.

They ruined the

hors d'oeuvre again.

Stupid servants.

Let me give it a try.

No, no...!

Vic, this stuff tastes like shit.

Let me have another one.

God dammit!

Why didn't anybody

tell me about this?

Now I have to pick Samuel

out of my goddamn teeth.

Poor Sammy didn't have a chance.

I'll get up the troops and

I let them hear the news.

Georgie is gonna freak!

Listen up.

We are not telling anybody.

Not tonight.

The Arbuckles are coming here.

I'm going to hit

the old man with my idea.

Meat and the movies.

The ultimate, diversified

corporate thing.

What do you think, Tyrone?

I like it a lot.

Good.

Listen up.

It's not only the Arbuckles.

That gung-ho cop, Scalus,

he's after my ass.

And we're gonna keep him

the hell away from this house.

You all keep mum.

Hey, Giovani. That's beautiful.

Oh, can't anybody clean up

nothing around?

I mean, we got

rich people coming.

Friends, the Arbuckles coming

tonight, put it under the gully.

They don't know I'm a pervert.

Fucking Capulets.

Look at all this food, Murray.

I wonder where Rosy is.

Rosy, it's me.

I made it.

Bet you didn't expect

to see me here.

Tromeo?

Uh, hi.

What's up?

Sorry, need this chair.

I didn't think you were coming.

Tromeo,

this is Bluto Fitzgibbon.

Bluto, that's Tromeo.

How are you doing there,

little man?

Come on, this is not a big deal.

Oh, come on.

Look, look, hey, hey.

Let's go upstairs

and steal from the rich people.

You always love it when we

steal from the rich people.

Ah? Right?

Yeah.

So life returns

to my pal's dead body.

Listen, I'm going

to jerk off in my hand

and go swish around

in the punch bowl.

I'll meet you upstairs in five.

Oh, she doth teach

the torches to burn bright.

It seems she hangs

upon the cheek of night

like a rich barbell

in a thrasher's ear.

Beauty too rich for use,

for earth too dear.

Did my heart love till now?

Forswear it, sight.

For I ne'er saw

true beauty till this night.

Hey, Juliet!

My little hen cheese.

Can I have this dance?

Okay.

Oh, a dirty door stop.

Oh, Monty and Ingrid

and a tiny infant.

A cow.

Who are you, cow?

My name is Tromeo.

Strange name.

Yes.

Excuse me, we're trying

to dance here, my friend.

And you're doing a very

good job of it, friend.

What is your name?

It might be Juliet.

Juliet.

Excuse me, this is my fiancee.

You're harassing.

Are you a friend

of the Capulets?

Oh, yeah, the Capulet girl,

she invited me.

We've been friends

for many years.

Right.

Do you mind

if I pick this next dance?

Well, actually Juliet and I

were just right now

going to dance.

All right.

Your face?

May I see your face?

If I profane

with my unworthiest hand

the holy shrine.

The gentle sin is this.

My lips, two blushing pilgrims,

ready stand to smooth

that rough touch

with a tender kiss.

Good pilgrim, you do

wrong your hand too much,

well mannerly

devotion shows in this,

for saints have hands that

pilgrims' hands do touch,

and palm to palm

is holy Palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips,

and holy Palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips that

they must use in prayer.

O, then, dear Saint,

let lips do what hands do,

they pray.

Thus from my lips,

by thine, my sin is purged.

What the fuck?

Que, take your goddamn tongue

out of my goddamn

cousin's mouth.

- Cousin?

- Que?

I'm gonna kick your fucking ass.

Juliet,

Tromeo is Monty Que's son.

My only love

sprung from my only hate.

Act 3, love in the

glass box revealed.

You played

a very funny joke

on that Juliet chick.

She bought every word you said.

You ought to be a thespian.

It totally reminds me

of that time

in the sixth grade when you

talked Mara Murphy

into taking her panties off

and then you pushed her out

in the hall in front of

all the larger children

and they were laughing

amongst themselves.

Oh, no. Oh, no,

you cannot be serious.

I had never seen her, Murray,

or even heard her name.

I can't.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mister Aaron Mazes, one of

mother nature's finest, like me.

Bold and strong

and self-sufficient

and completely unattached.

Caring about nothing and...

or anything.

A survivalist, a role model.

Yeah, you are so

full of shit, Harry.

See this?

This is a mouse, and they're a

lot more like us than you think.

They have feelings,

they're warm,

they're compassionate,

they need affection,

and they have families.

Oh, hey,

here's lover boy now.

It's two o'clock,

did you just wake up?

Can you believe this guy?

Ditches me last night

for some broad.

Preferring some

lady's company to mine.

Oh, so now that

Rosy the Rack is history,

he's gotta go put himself on the

leash of some other broad, right?

You got that right, babe.

And would you

like to guess whose?

I'm pretty good at games.

- Gimme a clue.

- A'ight.

Her name begins with a C

and ends with a T.

Wait, wait, wait,

it's not "cunt",

but that's close.

And it rhymes with...

Snapulet.

Go Aaron Mazes, go!

Tromeo, it ain't uh...

It ain't serious, is it?

- Serious?

- Yes, serious.

Well, I'm not

gonna be talked out of it.

Hey, Ben, listen.

You know, I just thought

I was in love with Rosy,

but that was nothing

compared to this.

Ben, this is the

real thing, man.

Hey, tell me something,

me and Machine.

You just met this girl last night.

What makes her so special?

My Juliet.

Let me bathe in your

breath and your skin.

Tromeo.

My lover. My first man.

Yes.

Together you and I will

replenish the world.

Kill hunger and thirst and hate.

And we're the new era of grace!

Ugh.

You horny little cow.

Probably dreaming of getting

fucked in the ass, hmm?

Butt plug.

You and your teenage

punk rock friends

and all those juices coming out

of every orifice in your body.

You fuck pods make me sick.

I've told you a thousand times!

You slut.

Sorry.

You fucking bitch.

You miserable cunt.

Move it!

Turn around!

Let there be light.

Daddy's little crenshaw melon.

How much sharper

than a serpent's tooth

it is to have a thankless child?

Get in. Get in.

Put on the suit.

The suit, the band

only little girls wear.

Open the door.

Don't dirty the glass.

Juliet.

Juliet, children should behave

themselves, my sweet.

All women should.

That's what they're here to do.

Remember the next time

that you are going to scream

in your sleep

that this is where

all dreams will lead.

♪ We'll gather at the river ♪

♪ The beautiful,

beautiful river ♪

♪ We'll gather at the river ♪

♪ Beautiful river of shame ♪

It's the middle door upstairs.

I know how you feel about her.

I feel it too.

She feels that way about you.

Watch the second step,

it's loose.

What light from yonder

plexiglass breaks?

It is a right angled cosmos.

And Juliet is its sun.

See how she leans

her cheek upon her hand.

Oh, that I were

a glove upon that hand,

that I might touch that cheek.

Wake up, fair sun.

Wake.

Tromeo!

Oh, I did not mean

to frighten you.

I'm waking from

a nightmare into a dream.

But I'm real.

See, the breath.

Are you angry?

Are you angry that I'm a Que?

Do you hate me for my name?

What's in a name?

That which we call

a rose by any other name

would smell as sweet.

So Tromeo would,

were he not Tromeo call'd,

retain the dear perfection

that he owns without the title.

Let's go tonight.

Come with me.

You could come in.

But your father.

He never comes back until after

the Regis & Kathie Lee show.

And this room was

soundproofed when I was eight.

He didn't want the neighbors

to hear me scream.

And so he puts me in here

when things go wrong.

I think it's sick.

You're 18, aren't you?

So why haven't you left?

This is the only life I know.

What seems cruel to others

is normal to me.

I guess my life

is sort of unnatural, too.

Violent, you know?

Maybe both of us are warped.

It's like if you have been

told a curved line is straight

your whole life,

you start to believe it.

Maybe we're more afraid

of the risk of something

new than at staying

with something

we hate that's familiar.

Day...

Music...

The Regis & Kathy Lee theme.

Tromeo, wake up.

You must go. You must go now.

No.

No, if my father finds you...

Wait. Where can we meet?

We'll meet tonight?

Oh, why?

You look like you've seen

a sub-humanoid.

His name is London Arbuckle.

Tromeo, I'm supposed

to be married.

From my heart it is so far,

but my father would

rather see me dead than lose

a billionaire son-in-law

grown rich on steak tartar.

When is it supposed to happen?

- Thursday.

- Thursday?

Then marry me before then.

What?

Yes, marry me,

you can't be forced

into a marriage

if you're already in one.

You don't need to save me,

Tromeo.

If I said I was doing it

to save you,

it would only be making

excuses for my real desire.

- Really?

- Yes.

Then yes.

You are wonderful!

Okay.

Oh, wait.

Before you go.

Juliet, prince meatball is here.

Oh, boy!

Yeah.

Hi, dear.

I brought you some flowers

and something else.

Yeah, yeah.

I bet you were gonna say

you wish

we had honeymoon tickets

to Swanzey, Wales, to see

one of the largest cattle

herds in the world.

'Cause look what I have here.

We're going to Swanzey!

No.

London,

I don't know how to say this.

Oh, look, aisle seats,

so we can go to the bathroom

anytime we want.

I think you are

a very nice person.

Look at all the cows.

Moo, moo, moo, moo.

But I can't marry you.

What?

I'm sorry but there's

somebody else.

Oh, God!

Of course, this would happen.

You think I'm ugly, don't you?

No, I don't!

London! London, don't do that!

I'm so ugly and stupid!

I'm sorry, Mom and Dad,

I know you hate me!

- I won't take no for an answer.

- London!

And so Jesus said

if you have faith

there will be bread

and bread there is.

Bread, my children.

Yes, bread indeed.

Bread indeed.

Faith to you, faith to you all.

Yes, faith to you.

Father!

Young Que!

My good man, will you be so kind

as to hand

the rest of these out?

Of course, Father.

Tromeo, I thought...

Tromeo, I thought you never

woke before noon.

It's morning to you, Father,

but a late, late night to me.

Scantily clad table dancers

again, eh, my boy?

Tromeo,

I miss you in the confessional.

You were the most entertaining

if not quite the most

repentant of my parishioners.

Tell me, son, why do you have

that stupid look on your face?

A woman, Father.

A woman?

She is... unreal!

And you know her I think.

Juliet.

Juliet?

Capulet.

Juliet Capulet.

Capulet?

I know. I know I've had

problems with them before,

but no longer, Father.

I pledge.

I've got a new lease on life.

Or life has a new lease on you.

Tromeo, as you realize

I've known your father

and Juliet's father for years.

Son, Cap just talked to me

about her marrying another man.

Father, her dad doesn't know

but she doesn't love Arbuckle.

Juliet and I,

we want to be married.

Father,

it can't be a coincidence

that I saw you here

this morning.

- Father, tonight.

- Tonight?

He said he would call.

Looks like Tromeo...

Yes, oh, yes,

say my name again.

Okay,

I'm fucking finished, hun.

I'm fucking finished,

hun, real good.

Yes!

Shit.

That's right.

We're having major sex.

Tromeo.

Hmm, Tromeo.

Jiminy Christmas!

Yes, yes, I'm coming!

Yippie yahoo!

Sing it to the world!

Tromeo's coming, yippie yahoo!

Oh, Tromeo.

You done?

Hello.

Juliet.

Tromeo.

Hi, I have been trying to call

but your phone's been busy.

Oh?

Have you changed your mind?

Oh, no, oh, no.

Juliet, please

let rich music's tongue

unfold the imagined happiness

that both receive in either

by this dear encounter.

Oh, my true love

has grown to such excess.

When should we do it?

Tonight.

Tonight?

- Yes.

What's that noise?

Now kiss the bride.

I just have to figure out

how to tell them without

getting one of us killed.

I don't want to go.

Bye.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Totally sucks.

Act 4. Kill, Tromeo.

Kill and be resolved.

Arbuckle,

what the hell are you doing?

You're fucking yourself up.

Vic, fat boy.

Get out! Leave me alone!

Why?

Oh, God, it's Juliet!

Juliet!

What'd you do to my cousin?

Yes, hit me, hit me.

You see, no matter what it is,

it'll never match

the pain inside.

She loves somebody else.

Someone else?

Tromeo!

I got to stand here and

watch that King Friday guy

and that guy scares the shit

out of me, very frankly.

I don't know.

Sesame Street's good.

They got them

cute little two guys

living in the same room.

But Mr. Rogers, that's more

on the community level.

So I disagree, I think

they're both good programs.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

We'd like to have

a word with you.

- A word with me?

- Yes.

Or better yet,

how about a word for you?

Let's see.

A word for Tyrone Capulet.

Are you gonna take this, Tyrone?

Boofball.

Dickbrain.

Peon.

Freak.

Cocksucker.

Low-so, rat-catcher, geek.

Dufus, anus, fruitcake, lunk,

fiddlefucker, dweeb, feeb.

Cunt.

Assfuck, that one's

close to the mark.

How about Guinea,

schmuck, or pussyfart?

You finish yet?

No, not quite.

Dildo, birdbrained,

bugger me biddy.

Bozo, fruitcake,

mother fucking sissy.

Wanker, yellowbelly,

hoedaddy, weeny.

Penis, troll,

chucklehead, meany.

Fruit, galoot,

fake hermaphrodite.

But what I think fits

you most, is bitch.

- As in "about to be my..."

- Fucking get him.

We just wanted to track

down Tromeo, okay?

Hey, like if we knew

we'd tell you anyway, huh?

If I had to guess

it wouldn't be so tough.

I'd say he was

in your cousin's mouth.

Hey, hey, hey, Ty.

Hello, Vic.

Hello, Tyrone.

Well, well, well.

Hello, nothing.

What prank are you pulling

on my cousin, jerk?

Just 'cause you got

a problem with me,

don't take it out on her.

It won't work.

I ain't got no

problems with you.

The Ques have spilled blood,

your side has too.

Let's call it even now,

Tyrone, let's stop.

Hey, hey. Ty.

Aah!

Watering the weeds, huh?

I love it!

Afraid his precious cousin

has been pinned to the bed

by Tromeo's spike, Tyrone?

Another butterfly

in his cockboard collection.

- Get your fucking hand...

- Forget it, Tyrone!

Get the fuck... Harry! Move it!

Major pain, Murray, major!

Oh, dear, Harry, I'm sorry.

I'm very... I'm, uh, I'm sorry.

You're the one I want!

Fuck me. Get him!

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Oh, man.

Come on, Ty,

we gotta book it.

Get out of here!

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Ty, come on, we got to go.

Let's get

the fuck out of here.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Hey, Ben, I think...

Ow!

When I was a kid, right,

I stepped on a nail one time.

It went right through

the top of my foot.

I thought nothing

would ever hurt worse.

I was wrong.

Man, I got to go soon.

Do me a favor?

Would you kiss me goodbye?

What?

It's my final

fucking request, man.

Fuck.

Murray was a fag.

Tyrone!

Fuck, Peter, get him!

Get ready to die, motherfucker!

Get ready to die!

It happens to everyone

sooner or ladder!

It's another New York thing.

Look at that!

My God, stop!

Tromeo, you fucking bastard!

Brian, you got to work hard

to get ahead in life.

My hammock!

♪ Found a peanut,

found a peanut just now ♪

♪ Just now I found a peanut,

found a peanut just now ♪

♪ I cracked it open,

cracked it... ♪

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Tromeo, come on, little cousin.

Let's get the hell out of here.

I'm coming, Ben!

Oh, my God.

Put it down! Put it down!

It's dirty.

Let's go.

Oh, my knee.

Oh, it really hurts!

My knee really hurts.

Fucking assholes!

Now you fucks have gone too far!

Goddamn heads

bouncing off of cars

while long island families

are singing "found a peanut!"

Well, he's "found a peanut,"

all right, honey.

He's found a peanut of death!

Now tell me who did this,

tell me now

or God help me, I'll break

his fucking nose off.

Tromeo, Tromeo Que did it.

Tromeo?

But why did he kill Tyrone?

Why?

Because

your precious cunt Juliet

is spreading her legs

for Tromeo.

Stop it, just stop it!

Don't you know?

She's in love with a Que.

She broke off

her engagement to London.

Daddy, I'm not dressed.

Are there any boundaries

at all anymore?

Are there any lines

that can't be crossed

by your generation of freaks?

I don't know what...

Shut up! Shut up!

I will not be undermined

in my own home.

You listen to me.

You'll never ever

see Tromeo Que again.

You may escape the cops

with him, kid,

but you can't escape me.

I'll hire as many

men as it takes,

spend every dollar I have

to get you back here and

on that altar with Arbuckle!

Who I'm calling right now.

Who you're going to tell

you have reconsidered.

Which is not up for debate.

Hello, Dad.

Dad, is it you?

Dad.

Police!

Open the fucking door!

Where is he? Where is your son?

I don't know. I don't know.

You take me.

Come on now, honey.

Tell London

what you just told me.

I made a mistake.

I would like you

to take me back.

If?

If you'll have me.

Of course,

I will have you, Juliet.

I love you.

- Benny!

- What?

Do the funny voice!

- Do the funny voice, Benny!

- I don't wanna do the funny voice.

Yes, do it!

Ugh. Alright.

Some glory in their birth,

some in their skill,

some in their body's force.

Some in their garments,

though new-fangled ill.

Some in their hawks and hounds,

and some in their horse.

And every humour

hath his adjunct pleasure,

wherein he finds a joy

above...

above the rest.

But these particulars

are not my measure.

All these I better

in one general best.

Thy love is better than

huge birth to me,

Richer than garments' cost,

prouder than hawks

and horses be.

And having thee,

of all men's pride I boast:

Wretched in this alone,

that thou mayst

take all this away

and me most wretched make.

Where is your cousin?

You know where he is.

- Eat me, Beretta.

- Don't hit him!

Oh, Father, where can he be?

Come, child, I have

something to show you.

If your faith is strong

miracles can happen.

Juliet, you must have faith.

His cousin Benny called

and told me what happened.

I was waiting for him.

When you're done,

come into my office,

I have one last idea on how

to get you out of

your fix with Arbuckle.

- Juliet.

- Tromeo.

Tell me you don't hate me

because I killed Ty.

No.

It's my fault,

if it wasn't for me

he never would have

gone after you like that.

No, it's not your fault,

don't say that.

Juliet, I must leave here.

No.

The cops, the Caps,

they're all after me.

They're gonna find me soon.

Please come with me.

Oh, yes!

But I have to get London

to change his mind

about me first.

Or else he and my father

will be after us forever.

I was hardly able to live

being without you.

Your grace, I had no idea

the dancers were topless.

They did raise a lot of money

for the church, however.

Your grace, someone just

came into my office,

I'll call you right back.

Dreadful man.

- You had an idea?

- Yes.

I'm writing down

the address of a man.

His name is Fu Chang.

An herbalist.

He's run an

opium den for 30 years

in the pit of Chinatown.

Here you go.

If anyone can conjure

a way out of your fix,

it's that old sorcerer Fu Chang.

I don't know how to

thank you for all your help.

It's its own reward, dear.

I too know what it's like

to care for somebody.

Hurry along, girl. Hurry along.

Hey, Wendy,

she wants to see Fu Chang.

You're Fu Chang?

I'm Fu Chang, get over it, girl.

What's that you need help with?

All right, well,

it all started when my

father and Monty Que went to.

Tromaville High School together.

They started

the Tromaville Film Society.

It wasn't long

after that actually

that I came along and

the first thing I remember

was probably my birthday.

And I got to the street

and that's where I met

a woman outside and we came

walking up the stairs

and she told

the nice ladies with tattoos

to take me over to Fu Chang

and then you said...

Enough, enough.

Whatever the case, old Fu

Chang has got your answer.

You do?

This here is a mixture of herbs.

And that's sure to scare the

shit right out of any meat freak

who admires

too much your surface

and not enough

the person beneath.

Act 5, Juliet made over.

I'm supposed to meet

London here at noon.

He wants to see me

before we marry.

Just relax, keep an eye out

for my car outside your window.

We'll be there by 12:05.

Oh, my God.

Fu Chang ripped me off,

$100 for colored water.

Juliet?

Are you okay in there?

Yes!

Yes, I'm fine!

She must be ringing up those

1-900 lines again.

Fu Chang didn't just rip me off,

he wanted to kill me.

Oh, true apothecary,

thy drugs are quick.

Oh.

You didn't think a potion

could do what he claimed.

Now did you, Juliet?

After all

it wasn't F.D.A. approved.

You are correct, Prozac boy.

And in just a few minutes

you'll be joining us.

Of course, you won't be

as pretty as me.

It's only fair,

don't you think, Juliet?

Because of you we are dead.

You find the greatest love

the world has ever known.

And on the way we have to

pay for it with our lives!

No.

As if miss Juliet Capulet

is so all important,

and we're just little

tiny ants to be squashed.

Oh, Sammy baby,

you got that right.

- Squashed.

- Squashed!

- Squashed.

- Decimated!

- Squashed.

- Squashed!

No. No!

Take it fellows.

♪ Shall we gather at the river ♪

♪ Where bright angel

feet have trod ♪

♪ With the crystal tide

forever ♪

♪ That flows

to the throne of God ♪

♪ Yes, we'll gather

at the river ♪

♪ The beautiful,

beautiful river ♪

♪ We gather

with the saints at the river ♪

♪ That flows

to the throne of God ♪

The potion is working.

Welcome back. Welcome back.

- Jerky?

- Uh, later.

Ready for the big day, son?

Right this way, my boy.

You know, since we all

had dinner together,

she's becoming

a totally changed woman.

As a matter of fact...

You'll find that

after you're married

she'll become a docile

little bovine.

Now get on.

Padre, hurry!

Hail Mary, full of grace,

give this bitch

the speed of the holy spirit!

Hello, Juliet.

I wanted to stop by before

we got married to tell you that,

that I know

that you don't love me now.

But I feel that in the future...

London.

But I do. I do love you.

No, no, no!

Oh, you're looking at my face,

aren't you?

What... what happened?

It's just acne.

Acne, Juliet. That is not acne.

Did you see,

this is why I was so hesitant?

My father only let me

see you on good days.

Ugh!

Tell me you don't care, London.

Tell me your love for me goes

beneath the hide, I mean, skin.

Oh, boy.

I have to think about this.

Wait.

I have a special

little present just for you.

Surprise.

After all, you always said

you loved the crying game.

Bye-bye.

You!

Makeup.

Bless you, my lamb.

You might as well have slipped

your hand into my pocket

and taken out

a billion dollars, girl.

God damn you.

You go ahead, Tromeo,

I'll take care of these goons.

Fuck you!

Oh, God.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you

and fuck you at the same time.

No!

Juliet!

You leave your daughter alone.

Giovanni! Giovanni!

My love.

Giovanni!

I need my bow, my bow, my bow!

- Where is my bow?

- Here you go, sir.

Where is my... Not my oboe,

stupid, my crossbow!

Here, Mr. Capulet.

Crossbow, good, thank you.

Here comes William tell!

Shit.

I'm going to wipe you off

the face of the earth

like a piece of shit

from God's ass.

I hate you!

You sick bastard.

Vicious mole of nature.

I can't see anything.

Come on, he's done.

You miserable fucking

monkeys in heat.

Open that door.

Open that door now!

Swing it wide.

Swing it open!

Move in, out.

Get up there in one piece.

I'm gonna be the one

that's gonna break your bones.

Behold, old Capulet brings

civilization to animals.

Look upon your

glass coffin, kids.

Look upon my work,

ye mighty, and despair!

Ozymandias,

Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Now.

My little pumpkins.

My little joy.

I'm going to open this door

and you're going

to follow me ever so quietly.

And go in ever so quietly

and do just as I say.

Key.

Open, open, open.

No, honey, don't!

I'm not Daddy's little

crenshaw melon any longer.

Don't! Don't, sweetie!

Well, looks like you are

off the hook, kid,

thanks to your friend,

the priest here.

He got a couple of very

legitimate signed confessions

out of these two lumps.

It's not my fault.

My father's an alcoholic.

And I'm a victim too.

Anyway, according to them

you acted in self-defense

against this boofball Tyrone.

Thank you, Father.

What about

what we did to Cap?

Open and shut, obviously just

like you said, self-defense.

Matter of fact, I got a feeling

with Cap out of the way

things are gonna be a lot

more peaceful in Manhattan.

You guys are free to go.

You know, priest,

I like your style.

You ever consider coming

to work for a guy like me?

Do you ever get

the chance to work with kids?

Juliet!

Tromeo!

Come on, let's go,

she just wants me to stay.

Tromeo!

Oh, thank the Lord

you haven't left yet, son.

I've been as bad

a father as I could be.

Dad, what are you

talking about?

Your father and I, we need

to tell you some things.

What's this?

It all started when

I was married to your dad.

Now Monty as everybody

knew was the triedest

and truest

of the sentimental fools.

So Cap concocted

a scheme to exploit

this trait to betray

Mont's nature

by simply twisting fate.

First, I fooled him

into thinking that the child

was his own and like

an old mother hen

he got attached to the bone.

He thought never again

would he ever be alone.

Second.

I broke him the news

without remorse.

Hey, Monty jerk,

I want a divorce

and if you want

to know the truth,

this baby don't belong to you.

These days they can

prove it in a lab.

Cap is, you are not

the real dad.

So, hey, Monty,

I'm taking him away

and you got no legal right

to make him stay.

No, no! Don't! No!

Third. Cap told him

how he could keep the kid.

- Sign right here...

- He said.

...on the dotted line,

this contract which makes

Silky Films all mine.

And so now Monty

signed like Cappy asked.

Cap agreed we'd

never take Tromeo back

and we would never

breathe a word of the fact

that I was your mom,

and Cap, he was your dad.

And I never have,

that is to say until today.

So we got what we wanted.

Silky was won,

but I never forgave myself

for losing a son.

So we're...

Son, perhaps you haven't

noticed but I'm black.

I wondered about that.

But, Dad, why didn't you

tell me about my... mother?

Because I didn't want

that bitch whore

to have nothing,

nothing to do with your life.

So you are my brother?

See, kids, that's why

you can't be together.

Well?

Sweet are

the uses of adversity

which, like the toad,

ugly and venomous,

wears yet a precious

jewel in his head.

Let every eye negotiate

for itself and trust no agent.

What are you guys talking about?

Fuck it.

We've come this far.

Oh, no!

Epilogue, six years later,

"Tromaville, New Jersey,

in the new world."

♪ Yes, we'll gather

at the river, ♪

♪ the beautiful river. ♪

♪ Gather with the saints

at the river ♪

♪ That flows to

the throne of God. ♪

Without daddy's money,

it's nothing, isn't it?

Is that how you feel?

Yes.

Without the people he knows,

without him telling you

what to do...

It's true.

Isn't it?

Yes.

And I've always

been a nobody.

Always.

Haven't I?!

Yes.

Don't!

Oh, no!

Miss Que? Is everything

alright in there? Miss Que?

There's noise so I'll be brief.

Oh, happy dagger,

here is thy sheath.

There rust and

let me fucking die.

Hey, hey!

Monty!

How is my favorite

daughter-in-law?

Kids! Grandpa's here!

Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!

Oh, beautiful!

Little Murray's

causing trouble again.

Hey, what's the matter, kid?

Need someone to play with?

Daddy will play with you.

Hold on.

So this is the dawn

of the 21st age

where love ever rules

and all is insane.

And all of our hearts free

to let all base things go.

As taught by Juliet

and her Tromeo.

- Yeah. Oh, yeah.

- Troma!

That is good.

Hey, now I don't have to read the play.

Yay!

Tromeo and Juliet (1996) - full transcript