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: Who's your daddy now, bitch, huh? Who's your fucking daddy now?
: Hey, I didn't kill anyone on purpose, okay? Mick
: Yeah, well, we weren't in hell! I mean, there was this bright white light at the end of a long tunnel, right, and there was these chicks' voices, and that music... Anton
: Music? Pnub
: Yeah, kinda uncool music, like, Enya. And these chicks' voices, they were saying, "come to us, come towards the light". Anton
: So what happened? Mick
: We figured, fuck it, I mean, it was really far!
: So, what are you guys doing here? Pnub
: We need a place to kick it. Don't be selfish, Anton! No one else's parents are dead!
] Devil girl, with nothin' to lose, she's got wind in her hair and gum on her sho-o-o-es!
: We're gathered here today... um... because you're all dead.
[Anton is about to chop off his 'evil' right hand
: Wait a minute. If you chop off your right hand, how are you going to chop the other one off? Anton
: Oh no, man, the lefty's a keeper. I mean, I guess it wasn't idle enough. Mick
: Really? Anton
: Oh yeah, I mean, I hit the remote with it, light up with it, relieve a little tension. No, this is the answer.
: You lied to me! Mick
: You killed me, let's try to keep this thing in perspective here!
: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today because you're all dead... and it's all my fault. Mom, Dad, you fed me, kept a roof over my head until I killed you. Which I guess doesn't make me a very good son. But, I'm gonna try to change.
: Mick, Pnub I'll never forget all those times we sat around, watched TV and got really, really stoned. And all those other times we just... well I guess that's all we did.
[picks flowers from garden and throws them over the 'graves'
: What the fuck are you doing, man? Come on, that's my dad! Pnub
: CPR, man! I saw it on Baywatch, man!
: [while attempting to cut his hand off
] This is it, I know it. Pnub
: Those things won't even cut my bagel.
: All I do is sit around all day, smoke pot, watch TV... Mick
: No, no! No Kevin Costner speech, let's just go!
: Anton it's killing me to see me to see you this stressed out man. You cut off your hand in the interest of who knows how many others. So, what I want you to do is take a little Anton time. Okay just relax, kick back my man. Anton
: No, no, no, you know what? Not this time. Okay I'm through with that, I mean all I do is I sit around all day I veg out, I watch TV, I smoke pot... Mick
: No, no, no, no Kevin Costner speeches okay? Let's just go.
: Everybody go home, there's a psycho killer here! I cut off my hand, and now it's gonna kill you all!
: [Hears moaning coming from Mick's grave
] Mick? Mick
: Over here. Anton, help me. Come on, man, I can't breathe down here. Anton? Anton, can you hear me? Anton
: [Kneels and leans over Mick's grave
] Mick? Mick
: Yeah man, it's Mick. Anton
: You're dead! Mick
: No I'm not! You conked me on the head pretty good. I must've been unconcious. Anton
: You think? Mick
: I know fucker, now dig me up!
: Don't you watch the news? Anton
: I hate that fucking show.
: [after cutting his hand off
] Where did it go? Pnub
: What, you mean the hand? Anton
: Of course I mean the hand! Pnub
: Try looking up your ass.