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We're sorry, your call could not be completed as dialed.
Oh no, not another one.
Been an accident.
Picked up the telephone.
Dialed the number of my equal opportunity employer
to inform him I will not be in to work today.
"Are you feeling sick?" The boss asked me.
"No, sir," I replied.
"I am feeling too good to report to work today.
If I feel sick tomorrow, I will come in early."
- Yo, Mother Mary! - Stop following me!
Stop calling me mom! You're walking too close.
You're whistling too loud!
Garbage: nobody wants it.
The barge without a heads for Equatorial Guinea,
Zimbabwe, Nigeria--
Guinea-Bissau says no...
Don't get on the ship! It's a cook book!
The barge, condemned to sail forever--
Don't bother.
It only gets channel eight when it's good and ready.
You would like that wouldn't you?
If you could spend the night here...
You'd like that wouldn't you?
Why wouldn't anyone?
Here, have some sushi.
It always used to be your favorite.
Another day, another dollar...
Is it paranoia?
Could I have one of those crab-avocado things while I wait?
California roll.
I hate waiting.
I mean New York City is all about waiting if you ask me.
Let me introduce myself.
My name is Pamela... Pamela Mandel.
But my friends call me "Pam."
What's your name?
Jiannbin, but... you can call me Eddie.
Manhattan, perhaps another?
Uh-huh. Didn't say. I think bigger next. You need to incorporate indigenous rhythm.
It's simply...
Then we got a long-term winner, baby.
World music...
One-nine-nine, what a bitch!
I mean, it started out as a two-two-seven.
Down to a point minus three, then, boom! Back up again.
All in a day's work.
Absolutely. Up the wazoo.
Your special.
Ah, Yamakazu, arigato.
The structure from the top never changes so it's never going to be any different.
Still, let me tell you, babe, okay?
There's a perfect time, and then there's a perfect time, right?
Am I? What?
- What? - What--
I mean, what's that?
There is never a perfect time.
It's a contradiction, a predilection...
a presumption, and fuck it.
It couldn't have been handled any better or worse.
Of times, best of times.
Oh, Jesus, one-nine-nine, think of it Pam.
One-nine-nine...
Started out as a two-two-seven!
Absolutely.
I'm with you all the way Brad, my man.
Check it out, Circus Magurkus is in town.
You know, those guys that wear fezzes?
Los fez de los tres. Los fez de los tristes.
They'll be there.
Piano bar, dinner, the works.
Not the same old roast beef and army-ration mashed potatoes...
You mean, it's the works?
Absolutely.
- Now, would he lie to you? - Hm, nope.
I never know what exactly I'm eating.
It's getting harder and harder to get this special, boss.
My regulars pay top dollars.
I pay you top dollars.
It's the lips.
Yamakazu. The fish that live to kiss.
It can get cold like this in Okinawa.
Mist and grayness from the ocean.
My mother made me drink plenty of tea in the morning.
Price will keep going up.
I gotta warn ya.
What's the big deal anyway?
It's the concept: lips.
Maybe not for you and me, but as long someone is willing to pay--
Suck your heart out.
More yama--
Ka-- Yama...
Say what?
- Uh... - Do you want water?
...kazu!
Bless you.
This thing the con-- the-- the-- concept high--
A fusion of fashion.
A jigsaw of music und chaos.
First, Berlin.
East, West, London calling.
Soccer stadiums raging with fans.
Yours, all. Androgynous fascists, all.
Green curry, Yorkshire pudding.
Taboo desire--
Verboten is the key!
And you're not even paying attention.
You're pigging out on sucking fish!
So are you.
That's exactly it, you know.
A bewildering befuddlement,
brimming and brewing, just beneath the surface...
the subtle sweetness...
the luscious texture of... flesh.
I got a Yamakazu for Honey... extra wasabi.
She'll love you for it.
Kid's got expensive taste.
You sure you won't get into trouble for this?
You should try it sometime.
Suck your heart out.
Aren't we lucky we're both allergic?
Whoa, baby!
Whoa, there goes the sucking fish.
Whoa, baby-baby.
Well, how do you like it?
My new look.
I did it myself. The tinting and everything.
You should let me do your hair.
What do you think?
Are you dating?
No one performs like Al.
Pa's dead!
No kidding.
Your show was fun last week.
I'm getting better.
I actually get fan mail on a regular basis.
How's work?
Play for me, Claire.
Momma needs some theme music.
Forget it, Ma!
I know when to quit.
How's Shirley and Honey?
Shareen is just fine, Ma.
Anytime you want to move back in--
We love that garage.
If not, we would've moved to Manhattan ages ago.
Well, excuse me for living.
Isn't that something?
Seventeen thousand tons a day.
Is Shirley picking you up?
Don't forget to turn me on and tune me in.
Yeah.
Yours truly, Mimi. You're on the air.
Three thousand acres, 150 feet. How high can it go?
Five hundred feet, 1000 feet?
Two hundred million-dollar clean up, my ass.
You can't deodorize Staten Island.
What are we, the armpit of Manhattan?
I'd just had a baby.
That's all I knew, Momma's a lesbian.
Oh, did Uncle Jianni put in too much wasabi?
You know, I wish Jiannbin's mom would stop sending us these toys.
She know we can buy this stuff on Canal Street?
Oh, it makes her feel good.
Fresh off the assembly line.
Are you coming with me to the memorial?
I don't know if I can take another one.
Sweetheart can you please turn that thing off?
Mimi wants us to go to dinner this weekend.
Roast beef! Canned string beans and Jello surprise!
...Investigated the possible radiation leak
from an American hydrogen bomb
that disappeared off the coast of Okinawa 24 years ago.
The Pentagon reports confirm that--
You're on the air.
This one acts like a sexual enhancer...
with little rubber nubs protruding on the head.
We're talking about big business and politics,
about the big boys in City Hall.
Little rubber what?
Nubs... for extra pleasure.
We... care.
Pentagon reports confirm that the bomb has dissolved
harmlessly on the ocean floor.
Yours Truly, Mimi. You're on the air.
I think Mrs. Cherryhome is being naive
when she suggests a fare hike.
A fare hike is an immediate answer to Staten Island's problem.
Sovereignty? We're tired of being treated like second-class citizens.
Let's cut the umbilical cord.
We needed the money, we got the dump.
The world's biggest dump.
They call it a landfill.
Fresh Kill Landfill.
I also have this for you.
It's very important.
It's lubricant...
which makes moist heat for the rubber that--
Can we get a close-up of this?
We were promised a mountain park.
Don't forget, no microwavable Saran Wrap.
Wrap.
Maybe we should wrap ourselves like mummies?
First, just to be sure leave the lights on.
No saliva exchange. No skin.
Flick our tongues at the night sky.
We are just lonely lizards left to eat our own garbage.
Ash, trash.
Unload the tool box.
Surgical scrubs.
Disposable gloves.
Rubber tubes.
Latex womb protectors.
Lambskin clit shields and... dildos.
Drenched in Lysol.
Rip those condom foils with your teeth.
Are we going to the dentist, or are we making love?
You really should play for Mimi.
The thought excites me.
We're sorry, your call could not be completed as dialed.
Yeah, let me have accounting please?
Mrs. Katz.
Hi, this is Eddie Small, from Guardian Security.
Listen, we have a bunch of hotel bills here charged to a "Tic Tac Toy."
Can you verify some numbers for me, please?
Hey.
Aw, you don't look so good.
You look spooked, man.
You want anything for Christmas?
I'll give you an island... if I can locate it.
It was mean, leaned part of a big plan.
The news had to get out.
Ghosts been fucking with you again, Miguel?
Come on, join me in some shopping.
Aztec pajamas...
Zircon earrings.
You're a tormented Catholic; carrying around all that guilt
like a big suitcase.
Tick, tick...
She trembles as she carries her little ticking package.
We're in the government TV station.
But nothing can stop her.
What brand?
Boom! The bomb goes off.
Maybe it's the TV.
And afterwards... nothing.
Nada.
No news is bad news. Black out.
Totalmente!
Take back, take back...
Take back...
That's weird.
Hey Miguel, have you ever heard the African Unity Network?
I never saw or heard from her again.
Shake off the ghosts, Miguel. It wasn't your fault.
African.
Hey, Jiannbin.
We need a babysitter.
Hey, Miguel.
I tried to call, but your phone's been busy.
Guess you're not paying the bill, 'cause you don't have to. Better watch it!
FBI and Immigration is gonna be on your ass.
Your father called three times last night.
Well, we should pay him a visit sometime soon.
Here's something new for the Arizona.
Um, how about-- She'll call you back.
She's away on business... She's taking a shower.
She's stuffing a turkey.
No, I got it.
How about... She ran away with Claire.
- Who's Claire? - Fuck off.
You know, when are you going to let the cat out of the bag,
Mrs. Lui?
I'm working on it, hun.
Come on Clay, we're late.
Come on Clay, you're worse than a woman.
She gives me this peculiar look.
"What you wearing your gun for?
You're not on duty."
"We're going to Chinatown for dinner."
Bah, bah.
Blackberries buried by Bobby's bush.
...always all Alice.
What the fuck are you doing? You could've been killed!
Windows need washing.
No, stop!
Cake whale coconut! Snow, snow!
This ain't snow, sugar.
It's soap!
It's raining soap!
Rock and roll, baby!
Rock and roll!
Where were you?
On the night of murder?
We... care.
The largest buyout...
GX is gobbling up everything in sight.
Such a move.
Yet given the large degree of domestic uncertainty, mergers are healthy.
ACC, Tuna Town, Cat Chow, and RayCo Breakfast Foods, all in one day?
A visionary's metaphor of our transient culture.
Fox-- homelessness as a state of mind.
Cat food, breakfast cereal-- get that GX logo into the kitchen.
- I don't get it. - There's nothing to get but get out of it.
It's all surface, Fox.
The most obvious art of our time.
That's what I like about it.
- I meant GX merging with RayCo. - So did I.
It all makes perfect sense to me.
Have I ever led you astray?
Now is the time to buy more shares.
You won't be sorry.
Weird.
It's only weird because we're wired.
Wired because we're wayward.
Write a song if you're willing.
Nothing's wrong.
Shaunelle?
Carmelo?
I know it's you, Baby Face!
"What do you need your gun for? You're not on duty."
"We're going to Chinatown for dinner."
Her eyes are blazing.
"Chinatown's my turf," I remind her.
"Wherever I go--"
The gun goes.
Like the time-- remember, Pa?
When you scared us half to death in Aunt Paulette's basement?
I was playing dress-up with Cousin Viola,
and you came up on us.
She runs out ahead and slams the door in my face. I'm locked in.
"Carmen, Carmen! Let me out!"
I try to kick the door down.
I shoot the lock with my automatic.
The door flies open.
I'm in a gambling den on Pell Street.
Thomas Soo Hoo is sitting there,
grinning at me with half his head blown off.
There's blood dripping down what's left of his face.
But he's smiling.
Clayton, last time it was the Tongs.
The Tongs were after you.
You sent her away.
Everyone I loved!
"Hey Clayton, would you like to join us?"
He calls out at me,
holding up a glass of whiskey in a toast.
Clayton or Sergeant Lightfoot.
That's what Tommy used to call me.
He was a gentleman all the way.
Do you want any more of this General's chicken?
I always wanted a grandchild.
I told her that over and over again.
But she never believed me.
She loved you, Johnny.
But what did that get her? Nowhere but six feet under.
Well, I have had enough of your lies!
♪ Black ♪
♪ Black is the color ♪
♪ Of my true love's hair ♪
Viola?
The smell is getting worse out there.
We... care.
♪ Ba, ba, ba ♪
♪ Ba, ba, black, ba ♪
♪ ...black and fuzzy ♪
♪ And I cried... ♪
Should the bomb--
Magic hands, Mommy. Magic hands.
Glee, glam, green.
Stop it, Mommy doesn't want to play.
It comes and goes, Mommy. It comes and goes.
Honey, you're worrying Mommy.
If you keep this up, I'm going to have to take you to see Dr. Callahan.
I like Dr. Callahan!
Green hands.
Green head.
Chronic green. Give her plenty of liquids.
Stay away from dairy.
It's definitely a virus, but as long she doesn't have a fever...
Precocious kid.
Have you ever considered her need to identify with a strong male figure?
She's an old soul.
A rabbit caught in the year of the dragon.
It's a yin-yang, push-pull.
Up, down. In, out. Side to side.
Back and forth.
Who's going to end up on top?
Isn't that something?
Seventeen thousand tons a day.
Nine, morning dove, six.
- Fifty-seven. - Ninety-nine.
Field Crester, eight.
Eleven.
None.
Last sighted in the Pacific Ocean.
Herring Gull, ten thousand.
Eight-nine, nine-nine.
None.
Two, three, six, seven, eight.
- Eighty seven what? Speak up. - Thousand!
Eighty-seven thousand, okay.
- Hello! Yours Truly... Mimi. - 4-402!
Yeah. Sweetheart.
Fowl count at Fresh Kills, 4400.
Gotcha.
Claudia DiMaggio-- no relation to Joe.
Looks like we got ourselves a winner!
Ready for a beating, Billy Boy?
Bullshit, Lightfoot. You know I'm awesome.
I had me one of them New York days, you know?
Them days when nothing goes right.
Think you have to kill somebody just so you can mail a letter.
Nice.
You don't know, Lightfoot.
Some rough shit out here.
And I know you know what I mean.
I know you know.
That's what I like about you.
- Oops. - My turn.
And I got turned down again for another job.
At that housing that they're constructing for the Navy.
Don't worry, Billy Boy.
Think of all the jobs opening up by next century.
Yeah, right.
Maybe we can help build a park on top of that landfill?
Come on, I'll buy you a beer.
Honey?
I should eat my carrots so my teeth get curly.
Congratulations, old buddy. You really topped yourself this time.
Yeah, landing that RayCo GX account.
What a coup!
Ah, tough.
But never, never tough too too for me.
- Would you like another round? - Yes, drinks of round another.
Course of special the I'd like, and... another.
- Say what? - Yama-Yamakazu again?
Mm-hmm.
I wish I could be a cold, so I could sit on your chest.
Your fingers are driving me wild.
Wild life is...
Wild life is.
Having a rough night, Jianni?
My boys. Aren't you hungry?
I'm ravenous. I'm ravished.
Mamma Mia!
- Your special. - Ooh!
This kid I saw at the deli this morning,
an absolute towhead beauty.
Actually twin--
In blue and white outfits.
With shoes and bonnets and English...
...Is what I always dreamed of.
The mall--
No worries. Just root beer floats.
Who's to say?
Cream soda, sarsaparilla.
The stroller is... très, très bleu.
Babies are the obsession of the decade.
Don't you think?
Jianni...
And fathers with babies are so sexy.
Oh, Eddie... I'm serious.
Just think, the osmosis of two splendid cultures,
the triumph of superb genetic blending... The fun, too.
I want it all.
Hey, save me some.
Muy contento.
Hello?
Anybody home?
Excuse me.
It's just my Oriental thing.
Hey, there.
Come on, now.
We've got a real big day tomorrow.
What you say we go get RayCo Bran
...go home and make a baby?
Stuart!
You want to go home and make a baby?
Uh-huh.
What's gotten into you?
"But who will come... and from where?
She lingers on her balcony."
Verde carne, pelo verde, soñando en la mar amarga.
Was that a crazy night, or was that a crazy night?
Miguel?
Verde.
Green.
Green, I saw it.
Chips, precision, speed.
Eyes of cat.
I did very well.
Pass down the line.
I only dealt with the hardware.
Someone else always got the brain.
The system works-- but not for me.
Green glee.
You're talking like Honey.
After awhile the chips are like handbags dancing across the highway.
Ghosts been fucking with you again, Miguel?
No more!
Apologize for me to the boss.
It's already brought up to the cannery.
Tuna Town Cat Chow! Try to grab the fish from the cat's paw.
No more.
The only green I understand is dollar green.
I'm afraid I have to let all of you go.
Am I glowing yet?
Sea Wonder cat food.
The catch of the day, brought to you by GX.
Hush, my little bubelehs! You'll scare the fish away.
A big one!
Anybody gone fishing lately?
Arthur Kill, Kill Van Kull.
Oops! We spilled a tank.
Our waterways have become the national oil reserves.
We get to make the largest Molotov cocktails.
Would you care to join us?
"Kill" is Dutch for "stream."
What?
Green cats from Mars.
Town of Los Gatos sighting the second coming of Christ.
It's too big to kill, Jack.
Two minutes?
Another Emmy.
Well, fuck GX.
Roger baby, "we care."
ACC, "we inform."
What do you mean your cats are talking?
I don't know.
It must be some kind of mating call or something.
Mimi, listen.
♪ B-I-N-G-O ♪
♪ Oh, Bingo was his name-O ♪
We care.
So you mean to tell me Honey and those green cats eat the same fish?
Claire, leave my sardines alone...
and my Goldfish crackers.
Goddammit, Claire!
Dreamy, drip, drop.
Drum, this, that.
♪ B-I-N-G-O ♪
♪ And Bingo was his name-O ♪
Eh, you got two socks?
You got a sock in the back you got the sock in the front.
You put the baby in the back.
And you get the frog.
You bite the head off...
the frog, and you throw the head away.
No-no-no.
Don't eat, don't eat me.
I can't believe she has a baby!
Call me La Loca insane.
It will only make me...
I want to know why GX
is pulling Sea Wonder off circulation?
The recall is a temporary safety measure.
On its way back from Los Gatos,
the news crew and the pilot did not survive the crash.
He's there on the spot at the scene bringing you the intelligent news.
He was an all right guy. You know what I'm saying?
The dude knew how to get down.
He always remembered everybody's name who worked around here...
even when he won that six million-dollar contract.
Remember when they were calling him the Six Million-dollar Man?
We were from the same hometown in Texas, can you beat that?
He asked me to be in one of his TV specials once.
You all remember, that one he won all those Emmys for,
In Black America.
That was me handling them taxis.
Remember that? Me.
It was late night. Raining.
Mr. Finn had the camera lady hiding.
I hailed a cab.
First one comes by with his light on.
Doesn't even stop.
Next one turns his light off.
Doesn't even bother to slow down.
Then another one.
I'm freezing my ass off.
I count the 15th cab.
The driver asked me where I'm going.
The minute I say, "Uptown."
He drives off with my hand still on the door handle.
Almost pulled my arm off.
Mr. Finn was jumping up and down.
"That was great, Jackson. Great!
We got everything on tape."
It only gets channel eight.
Step on each other's shoulders, they climb.
The General, the ballerina, the hobo,
the clown.
Unwanted dolls in a Salvation Army Toy box.
Give me a dollar.
Is the best show...
You and I are going to be considered extinct any day now, ol' buddy.
Oh, will you stop? Come on! Stop moping.
You lost on cat food, but you gained on breakfast cereal.
RayCo stocks are going up, up, up.
Trust me.
Think global.
On one level... primitive.
On another level, "not for sale," the price triples.
Fertilizer, that's it!
Eh, fertilizer, cat food, what's the difference?
You should be out getting laid.
The trouble with you is you don't know how and when to relax.
Omino, amigo.
All morning long, I've been enveloped in my memories;
sweet memories...
Just think about the market in Africa.
Wide open, still developing...
Come on, Roger baby, give it to me.
Oh, pedigreed Abyssinians? How marvelous.
Tell me, is Mrs. Bailey a cat lover too?
News on the run. News on the run.
Bulletin.
- Y buenos días to all of them. - Do you believe in spaying?
Señores and Señoras. Señoritos!
Señoritas.
This is your host,
Don Pepe José Cuervo.
South of the Border.
Bringing you the latest and the greatest unsolved global disputes.
Let me remind you once again, damas y caballeros,
what unites and binds us also tears us apart.
Now what about this fishy incident in the town of Los Gatos?
Zap!
And what about this sushi operation
at the legendary Nagasaki in New York City.
Hey listen to this...
Another sighting of the Virgin Mary projecting green rays of light
was reported by sheepherders in the carbon-coated hills
of Copsa Mica, Romania...
Now, is this miracle somehow related to Christ as the fisherman?
Are the radiant raw fish an omen of the second coming?
A Manx?
Really?
What color?
Oh, how fabulous.
We'll be right back from the mountains with more news on the run.
Oh, blue ribbons.
Uh-huh. And their names?
Proust.
Penelope.
Pablo.
- Yes. - Great.
- Don't tell me they bought your story? - Yep. Hook, line, and sinker.
Deadly.
We care.
Nice Siamese kitties.
Chang and Ming.
Both neutered.
House-broken. Extremely friendly.
Missing for ten days. My God!
I gave them Sea Wonder.
Neon green cats.
Los Gatos.
Missing.
Missing. Gone.
Remember the recent Sea Wonders scare?
People in the town of Los Gatos, California
were relocated as a safety precaution.
Today, people are happy to be back home.
Rumors of mysterious missing-- coyotes in the area.
Welcome to Detroit, and the merciless world of "Unknown Man Number 89."
For sheer spine-tingling suspense and urban hipness,
you can't beat Elmore Leonard, folks.
Two for a dollar today.
Any day is a holiday in New York special.
For cinematic clash.
A cultural clash.
Dog Eaters by Jessica Hagedorn.
How about you, sir?
Can I offer you some sizzling,
high-brow French porn from the revered Olympia Press?
I got the entire paperback collection.
Only $10.
Or here is a classic of melancholia...
He knew what terror was, but he also knew terror and rage.
He was the first to scale an enemy wall.
You can't go wrong with Borges, my friend.
Good taste. Take it to the bank and keep smiling.
So did you get the job?
I was the fervent worshiper of the tiger.
Not the jaguar.
September 1st: Cats used for taste test
have been found noisy and aggressive. Lab tests should be conducted.
Could there be traces of L-dopa in Sea Wonder?
The spotted "tiger" of the Amazonian tangles
and the isles of vegetation that float down the Paraná...
But that striped Asiatic royal tiger that can be faced only by a man of war,
sobre un castillo encima de un elefante.
September 20th, high levels of technetium-99 and iodine-129
found in fish.
Extremely radioactive materials.
Finish clean-up on coastal waters.
Childhood passed away,
and the tigers and my passions for them grew old.
But still they are in my dreams.
October 30th, settle accounts.
Evacuate Los Gatos.
Avoid any association with flaming creatures
and 1949 Green Run Experiment in Laguna Verde, Mexico.
Verde. Color of death.
Herds of cattle burning green, running down the hills.
What's a guerrilla like you doing in America washing dishes?
What's a computer hack like you doing in a fish joint?
Delete from memory.
Where do you think the Wonder's gone?
Dutch dogs have been here.
The Belgian dogs have been here.
The Portuguese dogs.
The English dogs.
The Spanish dogs.
All the rabid dogs have been here.
There.
Lunch time.
Fish wasabi?
Not today and never again.
Surprise!
Honey?
Okay... okay?
So I won't do your hair anymore.
Oh, no!
It must have been the roast beef.
She doesn't mind Jell-O but she hates meat.
She's always hated meat.
Who's the child's natural father?
Could he have kidnapped her?
What is Mr. Jiannbin Lui's relation to the girls?
They shouldn't have had a kid in the first place.
Unfit, unsettled, untidy, unsafe, unmoral.
Now they'll be pointing the finger at us.
They'll be saying that we have the child. Extortion.
Blackmail.
Now that's how these terrorists operate.
Publicity is the key.
We... care.
The FBI raided the Cornell campus last night
and smashed the underground network known as Media and Massage.
Operation "Air Devil" with their 30 Secret Service agents
confiscated 20 computers, 1000 diskettes,
four clock radios, a bag of screws,
and numerous brands of condoms in assorted colors.
As far as I can tell, all they took was my Arizona cactus.
The hackers have done damage to our national security
and infringed upon our air waves.
Sending countless...
Taken off the air, just like that!
Two hundred and thirty cans.
Two hundred missing cats.
What does it prove?
Thank you, Shirley.
Most popular show on Staten Island.
Freedom of speech!
Obscenity.
What does cat food have to do with condoms?
Enough with this kitty crusade, you just got canned.
We just want our baby back.
I'm sorry. Oh my God, I'm so sorry.
Let it out, baby, just let it out.
Where are we dumping these?
This guy shows up in the village one day, flashing U.S. dollars.
More cash than anyone has ever seen. Ever.
He leaves behind the sealed containers.
Giant drums which he orders the villagers to bury in the field.
That night of icy stars, a miracle occurs.
A powdery mist rises from the ground where the drums are buried
in their shallow graves.
The villagers dig up the containers, which are leaking.
A sign from the spirits, they think.
As they eagerly rub the mysterious substance on their bodies.
Mothers bless their sleeping babies by sprinkling holy dust on their eyelids.
The villagers laugh and dance and pray for more miracles
throughout the chilly, starry night.
No one sleeps... except for the babies, who are strangely still.
The young, the old all take part in this joyous celebration.
By sunrise... O blessed Virgin Mother of the phosphorescent light.
Claire, can you be careful?
This is a Josephine Empress chaise longue, okay?
Isn't it remarkable?
A genuine Victorian.
You get what you pay for.
My pop had a thing about fakes.
Trained by my mom, I guess.
He could never catch up with her.
Had to be real, even if it was ugly.
Alligator shoes.
My mom left my pop a genuine pair of alligator shoes.
Never a post card.
Not a phone call.
Nothing.
You got to accept it, Claire.
Honey might be gone for good.
I'm accepting nothing.
Look, I didn't go to some fancy prep school on scholarship like you
so I can drive a truck around dumping other people's garbage.
Someone's got to pay for it.
I'm getting her back.
You can't afford to sit on your ass.
So let's move.
Hey, girls! Forgot the TV!
Oh, shit!
We care, we care.
Baby Face! You promised!
No, not Captain Munch!
Ha, ha.
It's really a mess.
Too much bird excrement all over our dish.
Be careful.
Don't want to get caught in the cables.
And now...
you American dog.
There!
We're expanding, you know.
You can count on me.
Your friendly neighborhood satellite dish washer.
Too many birds...
...dying off the Jersey Shore.
Hauling your poisonous garbage.
Waving your dirty dollars.
And with the migration coming this way...
Watch out.
We are ready... to die for what we believe.
Concocted meta-fiction.
We are prepared to hold this man hostage.
Eco-warfare.
Bring warriors.
Rainbow coup d'état.
African Unity Network refus--
Terrorist propaganda.
Unfit for broadcast.
...until the barge leaves our port.
Hell no, we won't go! Hell no, we won't go!
Put up.
Take down.
Speak up.
Dress up.
Hand me my parasol, Louie.
For my organic garden.
Yeah, my baby's all ready to go.
The beacon of hope.
The teepee of power.
The anti-Chrysler building.
Got my idea from this flick I once saw by this Filipino director.
Rockets powered by onions.
We'll homestead Uranus.
Stake a claim. Establish rent control.
Womanifest destiny.
Womanifest destiny?
Zap!
Yes.
Ship the cargo to the Republic of--
GX--
We'll go to commercial.
♪ Crunchy, healthy bean sprouts ♪
♪ Yummy carrots, too ♪
♪ Young, green mung beans Grown organically for you ♪
♪ Farm-raised catfish ♪
♪ No preservatives or fat ♪
♪ Natural foods go into Eco Cat ♪
Eco Cat cat food, new from GX.
♪ Down the way Where the nights are gay ♪
♪ And the sun shines daily On the mountain top ♪
♪ I took a trip On a sailing ship ♪
♪ And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop ♪
♪ But I'm sad to say I'm on my way ♪
♪ Won't be back For many a day ♪
♪ My heart is down My head is turning around ♪
♪ I had to leave a little girl In Kingston town ♪
♪ Sad to say I'm on my way ♪
Hola, hola. Here's your Swamp Potions.
You remember Brad?
Poor boy was born with a worried frown.
Died the same way. Not me though, man.
I'm always looking straight ahead.
That's a good place to be child, because we're going to have a baby.
The special tonight is farm-grown Virginia catfish,
fed on soy beans and absolutely toxin-free.
We'll take it.
The Earth's worth saving, but there's no excuse not for making a profit.
Momma.
Por favor, enjoy your lunch at Mumbo Gumbo.
And if there is anything I can do to make your day more memorable...
Love that color.
♪ Flip, flap, Fliippity yippity yap ♪
♪ Cut that crap I'm like a bird caught in a trap ♪
♪ Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide ♪
Can I enter your dream?
Carmen is all sparkly and slick in her beaded mermaid gown.
But they are lonely,
'cause their mom is the mayor of the cove,
and she's pretty busy going to meetings and press conferences.
And there are all these fundraising parties.
Mom's always busy.
Little Willie and August are in love with her, too.
Everyone's in love with her.
But I'm the better dancer.
I swept her off her feet.
Mommy's at home. Grandpa, I have to urinate.
Catfish and okra.
Your Aunt Paulette's gonna cook up a feast.
Looks beautiful.
Beautiful shine.
Shoeshine, shoeshine.
Can't get ahead without a shine on your shoes.
Give it a chance, make your feet dance.
Shoeshine.
You owe me an introduction to this beautiful lady.
Claire, my lover.
This is my father, Clayton.
Paulette had us over for dinner.
No catfish, though.
Ten days?
Not a word?
Clayton Lightfoot-style.
Just like that, huh?
Goddammit, man!
Dreamed about her again last night.
She was wearing her sharp red suit.
We go fishing, Grandpa.
Thanks to you out there, Mimi's back.
Big news.
The Africans have blocked
the cat food fertilizer shipment to Zaziland.
Don't bother switching channels.
ACC, the American Communications Corporation.
ACC, the American Control Conspiracy.
Yours Truly, Mimi.
I'll try to stay in trouble.
Tree-free, dolphin-free, cruelty-free...
fifty ways to save the Earth.
Biodegradable is always commendable.
Ozone safe, evergreen, Pacific, pacifist, natural!
Don't use toilet paper! Recycle, bicycle.
Reusable menstrual cups. Compostable diapers.
Don't have children, adopt a homeless person.
Liberate a zoo.
Unplug your television.
May I help you?
Why does onion, formerly grown in spring, now grow in the fall?