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So they asked me to be quarterback.

But I said no, because I play a better defense.

You can't play defense.

Besides, you can't even play quarterback.

Would you be quiet? Mom, would you tell them to shut up? Come on, you guys.

Finish your thrill. You're going to miss your bug.

Aren't we all bright and cheery this morning?

Morning, everyone.

Morning, Dad.

Morning, Dad.

Hold it, boys.

Go give your father a kiss, okay?

Wish him good luck on his presentation.

It's a fifth ball, Rick.

Bye, David.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Why didn't you tell me sooner? I wanted to be able to prepare something so I

wouldn't look like an ass up there.

Would you mind playing Daddy for a while? I gotta go get dressed and take

school, okay?

No, no.

Comment ça va, Cherie?

Hi.

Well, what's the matter? You look so sad this morning, Cherie.

You work too hard, Daddy.

Well, Daddy has to make money for you and your brothers and Mommy.

It's no fun.

that as soon as I finish this new story, that we're all going to go on a long

and wonderful vacation.

All of us. And I'm not going to do any work. We're just going to play you and

David and Philip.

And Mommy?

Of course, Mommy.

When?

As soon as Daddy's story's done.

But when?

Soon, Sherry.

Very soon.

Promise, Daddy?

Come on, let's get your coat on.

You're going to be ready to go when I get back?

It's only going to take me a few minutes to change.

Bye, Daddy. Good luck.

Let's go. Come on.

You know, the most astonishing thing about education is how it manages to

so consistently boring in its attempt to make life more interesting.

Thank you, Professor.

That sarcasm is cute, particularly coming from a woman who probably

have made it through freshman English if she didn't have... If I hadn't dropped

my knickers for the professor every night, told him he was Leo Tolstoy,

reincarnate all day long.

Same sophomoric repartee. You want a coffee?

as long as we don't have to go up and down.

It gives me great pleasure to stand here today because our guest is a man I

respect both as an artist and as a critic.

I have to say that Steve Lessie was once a member of this faculty, and as a

professor, he was loved and respected.

His unusual talent for analysis and understanding is well represented by his

first book of critical essays.

Stephen Lessie was rocketed from obscure professor to writer and media darling

when his first novel, The Executioners, was made into a controversial film.

His subsequent books and films prove that Mr. Lessie's sense of the

and the macabre have made an indelible mark on our society and culture.

Before I ask Steve to talk about himself and his work, let's watch a sequence

from his latest film, Anatomy of a Horror.

You again?

I thought I told you to get out of here. Come on. Come on. I thought I told you

to... Where

the hell does it come

from?

What's this?

Hey!

What's going on out there?

Is somebody out there?

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the creator of that amazing sequence, Mr.

Stephen Lessie.

Steve, before you have your say, I'd just like to present you with this

both to commemorate your appearance here and in appreciation of your work.

It was voted to you by the faculty of the Graduate and Undergraduate Cinema

Studies Department.

Thank you, Steve, for a job well done.

this award coming from you this means a lot to me i must admit that writing my

novels and their subsequent film scripts is the result i want to impart to all

of you good literature is simply insight into the familiar the best book

functions like a key to the soul my soul your soul

isn't that right miss

It represented for me an opportunity to comment on what I believe to be the

distasteful corruption of our society.

The metaphor of execution is primary to our lives.

We are all dying or being executed by our culture and our environment. That

be true, Mr. Lassie, but don't you think your comments help contribute to the

decay instead of helping to solve it?

I don't offer solutions.

I can only speak in the language of our times to comment on it. Do you mean that

your horror is the language of our times? I think horror represents a way

relating to numerous events that otherwise we might never be able to

Well, I don't want to identify with horror.

Well, that's tough.

I'm sitting, eh?

Oh, isn't that nice?

Oh! Mr. Leslie, as an artist, how do you feel when you hear charges that your

work is socially degenerate?

I think that many artists, Joyce, Burroughs, Lawrence, just to name three,

to face the criticism that their work is... Horseshit.

You write horseshit horror.

You exploit it for money. You expose society to your horseshit to grab off a

bloody bucks.

I don't understand this at all. Is this a very good game, Grandma?

I think it's a funny game. I don't understand this. Are you comfortable,

Grandma?

Are you feeling okay, Grandma?

I wonder when your mom's coming.

Oh, now, come.

This game's over.

I don't think I'm obligated to answer questions directed to me in an obscene

discourteous fashion.

You're obscene and discourteous. You peddle your junk on us whether we want

or not.

And you needn't buy my books nor attend my movies.

In a free society, that is your choice.

You have the freedom of the marketplace.

Are you then admitting, Mr. Lassie, that you write only for the marketplace?

I think that my market represents a viable sociological cross -section.

you pander to with no sense of social responsibility.

That's not true.

A significant section of our community recognizes my work as an honest comment

on our life and time. The sick and degenerate.

You sell sickness, and by selling sickness, you propagate it. You don't

on blight. You are blight. Please, please, Mr. Lecky is a respected artist.

Hold it. Hold it.

I just want to say one thing.

I try to represent what I see around me in metaphor. I have chosen horror as my

particular vocabulary.

That is my freedom of choice.

As an artist.

And it's our choice not to have your trash pollute us, Mr. Nessie. Keep your

secrets. We don't want it anymore.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

I'm sorry. I lost my head. I didn't know what I was doing.

In two years, when those sons of bitches get out of that ivory tower, I wonder

if they'll do as well as I have.

No, I don't imagine any of them would be quite as successful as you, Stephen.

Aren't you coming to the studio with me?

You don't have humiliation today. I'll take a cab home. What time will you be

finished?

Well, don't forget Naja's party tonight. You promised her months ago you'd be

there. Look, I'm going to have to meet you there.

What do you mean, meet me there? I don't know what time I'll be finished at the

studio. I'll meet you at the party, all right?

Oh, Naja.

Christian Vampire, scene 82, take 15.

It's taking too long, Darlene. A little faster.

Come on. Come on, Darlene.

Get the box.

Get the box in there?

Take out the box.

Okay, open the box.

is a lessy crock of shit, Bert.

Steven, you've just got to come up with some better stuff. You can't expect me

to fuck around in that costume all through the movie.

Perhaps I can arrange to have you fuck around bare -ass, just like in real

I've had enough of this smart -ass genius of yours, Bert.

Yeah, I think this stuff looks good.

I'm walking out.

If you want me back on the set, then you get this motherfucker to write me some

lines. Do you understand?

I want lines.

Call my agent.

And you.

You've got some fucking nerve calling yourself a director.

Don't need.

Boy, I'm getting tired of that bitch.

I'll just ignore her, kiddo.

She's the star.

You're the star, Stevie.

Now, this picture's gonna be over in a couple of weeks, and it's gonna make

millions because your name's on it, not hers.

Don't hype me.

No, I'm serious. You're hot stuff, man. I mean, your books don't stop selling.

This one's the same as the last one. It's the next one I'm worried about.

It's coming.

It's been coming for two months. I'm up to my ass in this, kiddo. I need pages.

Pages! I need 10, 15 pages of dynamite horrible stuff.

Look, Bert.

I'm trying...

something a little different on this one. I need a little more time, that's

Different? How many times do we have to discuss this? I told you, leave the

different stuff to the Europeans. They're good at it. You got a million

formula? Use it.

We talked about this, Bert, when we started, right? We decided we get a

under our belt to get established, and then we can try other things, gradually.

Now is not gradually, goddammit.

You got the goose that lays the golden egg, and don't...

hatchet it for some artsy -fartsy bullshit that's not going to make a

Besides, we don't have the time, kiddo.

I sold you hard on this, you SOB. Now, they want a Stephen Lessie story.

The money's right there, waiting.

This is no time to change styles on me. Now, we got a deal. You, me, and the

guys that count.

How many times do we have to go over this?

I've got her here. Okay, hon, you're going to be okay.

That's a girl.

That's a girl.

Dr. Link's on his way. Come right in.

Take a deep breath.

Deep what?

Where's my husband? He's right here.

Ron?

Oh, good.

Mr. Turner, can you stand over there? Yes. This way, Mr. Turner.

Ron? I'm here. I'm here, honey. It's okay.

Beautiful baby.

I'm here.

Beautiful baby, yes. I'm all right. It's okay.

He looks so funny.

Did you know I'm a doctor, too?

Okay, Bert.

Now, I'm serious, Steve -O.

Now, look, I don't want anything sopping.

It's got to be tough.

When this is over, I don't care if you write a musical.

You know I'm always available to you, Stevie.

Call me the day after tomorrow.

That's okay.

That's good.

There he is, Emily.

She's Dr.

Link. Hiya.

Oh, my. Thank you. Good night. Good night.

Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night.

Good night.

I need a drink of water. Why are you asking me? Ask your mother.

Mom, it's not home.

I'm sorry. You're going to have to get it for yourself. I'm just busy.

Get the husband out of here. What's happening?

Get the husband out of here.

What's happening?

Doctor, I want to... Everybody!

What's wrong? Are you all right? What?

Get on.

Get it out. Get it.

Thank you.

It's awesome.

I'm bloody worried on you. This is all I need. I expected that kind of shit from

the douchebags I put into my movies.

And you have to do it in front of the kids, right?

I got the kids to see it. I got Bert on my ass. I got my mother on my ass. I'm

trying to keep this place together.

I don't believe what's going on. You are driving me.

You're driving me crazy. And I don't need it. You see, I don't need it. And I

don't need you.

Goddamn motherfucking bitch.

Come on, now, stop that crying.

Lainey, that's it. Lainey, she's good.

Lainey's all right. You're just the one in bed. Come on. Oh, thank David. Now,

now, that's it. Come on, come on.

David, don't you dare.

Now, into your room, right now. You heard me.

Make it snappy.

That's all there is to it. She's a bitch.

Case number five.

The post -mortem gave the same results.

It is as if suicide has been committed in the womb.

It seems that the fetus in all five cases had consciously decided to die

than be born and take their mothers with them.

We're going to make this work. We're going to make this work.

There's nothing left, Steven. There is. There is, don't you see? There is.

Listen, there is.

We... Dammit.

Dammit!

May this mingling of the body and the blood Bring

eternal life to all who receive.

Your faith in your love and mercy.

I eat your body and drink your blood.

And then he took up the cup and said, Drink this water.

This is my blood.

Do this in commemoration of me.

something with my homework?

Philip, just a minute.

Dad, all I want you to do is show me how to do this. Damn it, Philip.

Can't you see that I'm working? Would you please leave me alone?

That's my bike.

to work.

Motherfucker.

But by the time that the nuns have finished, there are these huge holes

appearing in the priest's body and his organs are being exposed.

I love it. I love it.

So what happens next?

Get another ginger ale and I'll tell you.

Puts.

I'll be dancing, having some fun.

I'll be living so all alone.

You know Darlene Winters, of course. Hello, Steven Darlene. Darlene, I

understand that they finally got you back on set, sweetheart.

Yes, and I understand that great horror genius of yours is drying up.

Something which you should know a great deal about, maybe.

Hey,

Steven. Oh, thank you. Oh.

What happens next?

Uh, nothing.

Nothing? You mean nothing yet? No, nothing at all, but you see, because

junk. It's just pure bullshit.

You haven't written anything yet. I have written it, and I have burned it. And I

have rewritten it, and I have burned it.

What?

I don't know what's with you, Stevie.

That may be bullshit to you, but it's dollars to me, kiddo. Oh, sure. You're

right in high now.

I don't know what it is, but the unwatched billions seem to think that

shines out of your ass.

But it won't last long.

Take it from me. If you think we got enough to last us through to the deep

then you're a bigger schmuck than I thought you were. I'm not writing crap

anymore, Bertie. What else is there?

There's horror.

Real horror. Not the creepy... blood and guts.

I'm talking about the ultimate terror.

That's what I'm reaching for, don't you see?

No more schlock, bird.

From now on, we are building a million.

Hold it!

I gave you money to produce and you come up with shit?

The alternate side of the coin is a lawsuit.

That means the cars, the house, the goddamn silk shirts on our backs. And

it from me, kiddo, you'll go first.

Don't jerk me off. Everything you got's on the line here.

I've got to find Elizabeth.

I need pages, Lessie.

Pages!

Great. Good shit.

Great, great, great.

Can I call you tomorrow?

No, Peter. I told you, don't call me. You can't call me. Oh, my baby.

Hey, hey, not with a joint.

Oh, sorry.

But you... Don't.

Don't.

Oh, my baby.

My baby smiles at me.

Great. Who's that?

Oh,

that's my old man.

Yep. Oh, so that's Stephen Leslie.

Oh, Mr. Leslie.

I know all your books.

I can't say I like them, but they're highly inventive. And after all, isn't

what this business is all about?

Being inventive?

Elizabeth, please, I would like to get going now.

Elizabeth, is it time to go?

Are you sure you wouldn't like some of this?

I mean, it might jerk off your brain.

I mean, you might write some mean shit, man.

You could write some mean shit.

No, he could. He's really good.

Please, it's time to go.

Party's over.

Bye -bye.

I'm coming.

I saw that movie of yours, man.

With those guys hanging around.

How do you write that stuff?

Where are we going home? I've got to work tomorrow

No

I told you when I left this morning. Didn't you see the note I left you?

Working, God damn it. You can't expect me to think of everything.

You don't even have time to take care of your own children.

Philip, hello.

Yes, it's Daddy.

Yes, yes, no, I know, I know.

Listen, did you kids get any deeds?

All right, I'm going to phone Grandma. She's going to come over in a few

and fix you something, all right?

Yes, no.

Oh, yeah, we're having a good time, but you kids don't. Are they all right?

Okay. Are you sure everybody's fine?

Okay, fella. Bye -bye.

What kind of a mother are you?

Same kind of mother as you are a father.

Swim her a lot. She'll understand.

When you're ready to go, I'll be where you found me before.

How much of this stuff are you into?

What stuff?

Coke, drugs, whatever.

As much as whatever as I can buy.

Why, does it bother you?

You come home smashed. God knows with who, where, or why. You pass out in

of the children. Sure, it bothers me.

Tell me, Dr. Lessing, do you suppose that perhaps your wife's drug addiction

could be symptomatic of a psychological malaise?

A discontentment, perhaps?

You're just throwing that out of your mind.

Or could it be that her prick husband abandoned her and fucked her over years

ago just to get it on with his thick little typewriter's keyboard?

Could that be the silly little bitch's problem? That's right, Elizabeth. Just

change the focus of this conversation from you to me.

No!

It's all over, Stephen. But we're going to see a doctor. It's not over.

A doctor?

All right.

Right. We'll see a doctor, Stevie.

Right. You call the doctor and you pay the bill. And guess what?

Everything's going to be just fine.

Just fine. Oh, God.

What doctor's gonna help you write again?

Where is she?

Mommy, okay?

Where's Mommy? She's fine. Is she all right? They just wouldn't go to sleep

before you got home. She's fine. Had a little too much to drink.

Are you sure she's okay? She's great.

She's tired.

She's had a rough day, all right?

Good night.

Good night, Dad.

Good night.

I sure will.

I thought I told you to leave me alone.

I want to see my children.

Stop lecturing me.

Leave me alone.

You came at me like a shot in the dark.

Hit and run, you left your mark.

You can't pull it back, I ain't gonna let you easy.

I was head of research when we discovered how to make sounds that

physical change.

So I discovered how to harness sound

as a physical weapon. We don't do that tonight.

The government planned to use low frequency sound waves in crowd control

situations. You see?

At the right frequency, your sphincter muscle relaxes and your vests are

automatically evacuated.

You shit yourself?

Exactly.

I have taken the liberty of arranging a demonstration, if you don't mind.

Go forth.

Would you be so kind as to play your song, Revenge, using my amplification

system? Sure.

While my assistant Lindstrom makes the proper connections, please, let us

prepare ourselves.

put this off. They have been designed to tear out only the most dangerous

low frequencies.

You took me halfway to heaven.

No,

listen, it's great.

I can see it now.

Chicago, Detroit, L .A.

Imagine a punk concert in a coliseum with people shitting themselves,

dying.

Fucking amazing.

Fucking amazing.

Look, Steve, why don't you give me some thoughts and I can talk it up to the

money guy.

Is this your movie?

I know.

I can give you a check for some development funds, and you can give me

ammunition.

Which one?

This one here, the one on F -430.

The Executioner.

Hello?

Peter, I told you not to call me here.

I could wrap up this deal if I could give them that outline with a couple of

good ideas.

That's the one, but I...

Don't know as if you should watch this, David. Oh, Dad, it's only on that floor.

It must be okay.

Look, Stevie, maybe we should go somewhere where we can talk, huh?

David, you go and ask your mother, all right?

No, I'll be there.

I promise.

Oh, Dad.

I got an idea.

I have to go to the studio. Why don't we drive up there together?

Dad, may I watch it?

Ask your mother.

Hey, Steve, I didn't know you had copies of all your pictures.

I keep them for posterity.

Reminds me how much shit I've shown.

Let's put a coat on and get going.

Now, if Darlene's probably waiting on the set, I know what you think of her

personally, but you gotta admit she's great.

Hey, Stevie.

Here's your check.

When are you gonna be able to give me a little follow -up on that punk shit?

I mean, darling, you look terrific boogie. I'm glad you're here. I'm having

problems. Well, really.

Look, what's bugging you? You tell me what's bothering you. Who's responsible?

This script doesn't work.

That's because you're too stupid to memorize your lines.

Hey, hey, now let's not start that again. I'm tired of you two bitching

other every time you meet. Look, I... Cut it!

Bring the dummy in.

Bring the head in.

This doesn't look like him.

Well, let's take it anywhere. Here, dress the dummy. Is the pump working?

Oh, yeah.

Darlene, you there?

Yes, I'm here.

Okay. Okay, let's go. Let's go. Bring the script.

Are you crazy? This is fucking ridiculous. It weighs a ton. Well, we

much time. We're late already.

We can carry something like this.

Come on, quiet on the set. Let's take it.

Okay, go up. Take us up.

Are we ready? Okay, let's go. This thing is too goddamn heavy.

Hey, man, relax, you know.

She's the lowest and you know it. Sure, sure.

What does that make you?

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

You two guys ready for that yet? Yeah, it's all set. Come on.

Okay, silence on set.

Silence. Well, let's take it.

Silence, guys.

303, 74, take one.

No.

Action.

Shit. Look, why can't I say it in English?

What does it mean?

Look, I don't know what to say. I can't feel it.

Feel what?

We're spending millions here trying to produce shit, and she's talking about

feeling. If he talks like that one more time, I am walking off this set. I am an

artist. I do not have to put up with it.

An artist?

You can't even...

You son of a bitch.

This is insane.

But by then it was already too late to save the victims who were overcome by

smoke. Can't feel it. I can believe that. A tragic accident in downtown

an hour ago. A pre -teenage killing.

Police are on the scene at the moment of what many have already termed the most

shocking tragedy of the year. Two children aged nine and seven hang their

-year -old sister while playing.

That's right.

Just go for the sensations.

And now

we take you to our on -the -spot news team.

Here's Paul Henry to record from the scene of the accident.

Well, John, the two sons of famous screenwriter Stephen Lessie were

television tonight.

They were seeing one of the father's movies, The Famous Executioners.

A film depicting a series of hangings by children apparently prompted his two

sons to mimic the scene using their seven -year -old sister as the victim.

While the tragedy occurred only an hour ago, it has already caused various

social groups to react against violence on our screens.

It was a shocking incident, Mr. Lassie. Does your wife know about it yet?

When did you first hear about the accident?

Mr.

Lassie, do you attribute Sharon's death to the final sequence there?

What?

Dr. Masters? There's been a terrible accident, but they were only playing.

No, don't.

Apparently the boys tied this around her neck, like in your movie.

She slipped.

They weren't able to get it untied in time.

It's a terrible, terrible tragedy. It's nobody's fault. Come on.

Wait, wait.

Where are you taking me? Where's Elizabeth?

Wait, wait, wait. Where are you going? Where's Elizabeth?

In the living room, if you'll remember, there's a police inspector with them.

It'll be an inquiry, of course.

The procedure that a complete report be made.

I need you to accompany the children down to the station right away.

Don't be afraid.

I'm not angry with you.

Where was Mommy? Why didn't you call her?

Was Mommy alone?

Or was she with someone?

Boys? Stephen, don't you dare.

David, David, she was with someone, wasn't she? Wasn't she with someone?

Well, tell them what kind of a Mommy she was. Tell them.

Why this, Philip?

What have I ever done to you?

Bastard. Stephen, no!

Why did you do this to me?

Why?

Why? Stephen, stop it!

Why? Why?

Enough for tonight, ma 'am?

The children will be staying with me, Inspector.

Mr. and Mrs. Leslie feel it's best for them, for the time being.

We'll contact you when we need the children again.

Thank you.

I like Toronto.

It's clean, you know.

Too clean.

Still, it's just about the only city you can walk around at 2 in the morning and

not get mugged.

They don't make good pictures, though.

I don't understand why you don't move to L .A., Steve.

Just tell me when, and there's no problem.

You know, the only thing that's going to take your mind off this is work.

Why don't you let me send you down to my place in Florida?

Take a couple of weeks off. Relax. Take it easy.

You had breakfast yet?

Um, no.

Is the plane ready?

We'll have lunch in Montreal.

Oh, this is my friend Steven. I want you to take very good care of him.

I'm asking you seatbelts, guys. We're in for a bumpy flight.

Hey, isn't that what Betty Davis says in... What's the name of that film?

All About Eve.

Yeah. What was it she said?

I think she said it's going to be a bumpy night.

Bumpy night.

I could have sworn she said bumpy flight.

Well, there's no plane sequence in that film.

Why would she say that?

But, Stephen, you haven't touched your food.

Oh, here come the girls.

Ladies.

Bonjour. Bonjour.

Ça va? Whatever.

There we are.

This is Stephen Lessie, ladies.

Famous screenwriter.

Freedom good. He might put you in a movie.

That's one thing about these French brats. They don't bleed you to death to

them, you know.

I mean, if you're going to get it, you know right away. If they eat your guts,

you know that too.

English brats, you don't even know if you're going to get it.

And by the time they drain you for a couple of hundred, you've lost interest

anyway.

Wasps are the worst.

Just told them I'm Jewish.

Okay, Steve.

Let's cut the bullshit. Get down to business.

You had a tough time.

Really tough.

I'm sorry.

I mean, I really am.

But that script was supposed to be ready weeks ago.

The money's gotta be spent before the end of the year or the project's off.

That money's only there because of your name.

I'm committed myself.

My goddamn money and I need that script.

Now here's what's going to happen.

We're going to go back to Toronto.

My car will take you to your house.

You pack and get back to the jet.

And my guys will take you to Florida or L .A. or wherever the hell you have to

go and get back to writing.

Can I come in and help you pack, sir?

No, you wait here.

I need that script.

And I want it in two weeks.

I'm not going.

Sir?

Tell Mr. Horowitz I'm not going.

But, sir, Mr. Horowitz instructed me to be sure that you... Damn, Mr. Horowitz.

We're not playing games here. We're not playing games.

You hear me?

Steven? Steven, are you there?

Hello?

Hello? God damn it, Steven, you're there. I know you're there.

Now, you listen to me. That car's still waiting outside.

You get in that car and deliver.

Or so help me God, I'll put...

I walked the wet boulevard alone, an open invitation to anyone.

I bit my lips to keep back the tears. What would they think?

I cared not.

I dared not.

All I had were the tortured memories of a love I had once known.

I could still feel his burning kisses on my virgin lips.

It's like any creepy movie. I whisper, hello, Johnny.

You

know,

I've written a dozen scripts like this, and I still don't know how to pick you

girls up.

It's like any rapey movie. I whisper, hello, Johnny.

You just come with me, big boy.

You just come and suck a little honey.

Now, listen, I don't mean to offend you, honey, but I think I kind of prefer

your friend here.

The two of you?

Uh -huh. The both of you?

Oh, pretty.

No, no, I need it. Why don't we have a party? I'll tell you what. Get some of

your friends. I'll tell you what. You get some of your friends here, and we

have ourselves a party.

Come on.

Let's go. Come on. Let's go.

Let's go, girl.

Party. Come on.

Everybody.

Now, it's not much, but I just like to call it home. You know what I mean?

Come on.

Come on.

Wait up.

There you go. Everybody.

That's it.

That's it. Are you sure that we're not related?

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We need the light.

Don't worry, things are going to get better.

Okay, okay.

Big rules for daddy.

Big rules for daddy.

I think, I think you should like this.

No,

no, watch this. No, really. No, really, really.

Wonder Ranch. Right over there. Get it over there. Get it over there. Get it

over there. Get it over there. Get it over there. Get it over there.

Oh.

Elizabeth?

I said, would you have him call me back?

Oh, and miss, tell him that I found

it, that I've got it.

Yes, and tell him that he'll love this one.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Heat sickness.

Knee jump.

sneak around in the middle of the night and shoot us off.

We're not here to compromise. We're only here to realize a life that's

made from everlasting love.

And so it seems we improvise a life that's really synthesized from dreams

we're all receiving from above.

And so we come to sympathize, to learn the truth, and harmonize with everything

around us that we see.

Some will live and learn to cry, while others laugh and learn to die, but

sadness comes to only those who feel.

And what about the angels who were sent to save our souls?

life is so confused and what about the promises of

making life so good could it be they're already used

and so our lives are justified and all our questions

satisfied still we seek the truth to make us free

And when at last we're purified and every spirit unified, God will come to

us what we'll be.

Most of all the love will come when we all understand that life is

just a game that makes us real.

Those who give will surely live and someday understand.

Gladness comes to only those who feel.

And we're not here to qualify. We're only here to simplify a life

that gives us everlasting love.

And now that we've been moralized and all the symbols analyzed, God

must come to tell us what shall be.