All language subtitles for Desperate Living_full xx

You must realize, Bosley, your wife is
one of the most neurotic women I've ever

examined. I still think a few more
months in the sanitarium would be

It may be too early to trust her in her
natural environment.

Oh, Doc, be optimistic.

Peggy's breakdown is part of the path
now. I don't want her in another mental

hospital. I want her home with me and
the kid.

Dr. Evans, the road to mental health is
just around the corner.

We'll see about that.

You didn't know I marked these, did you?

Here, look here. See this pencil line?
That was marked just yesterday.

You've had quite a few cocktails,
haven't you, Griselda?

What else have you pilfered?

I think I'll have a look in that purse.
You ain't looking in my purse. Why not?

Got something to hide? Don't you know
men aren't supposed to look in a lady's

handbag?

No wonder you people are always in the
unemployment line. Now give me that bag.

I don't want no white man looking at my
Tampax. I wouldn't worry about your

Tampax if I were you.

Well, look at this.

My savings account book.

With withdrawal slips.

My lottery ticket.

And two rolls of toilet paper.

I'm placing you under citizen's arrest.

I'm going to call the police and report
you. Get out!

playing through.

Peggy her medication, and then I'll be
back to deal with you.

Peg!

Get out!

Let's have a little medication, all
right? Oh, you're just upset.

Now, what's the matter?

Everything was going so well.

Get out of here, you stinking piece of
flesh!

Don't say those things, Peggy.

Come on.

This will make you feel better.

Give me your arm. Oh, you touched me!

Now my flesh is rotting! The touch of
scum! Stop it, Peggy.

Don't make me use force.

Now let me give you your shot or I'll
have to call the hospital. Stay away!

me to come this way, Griselda. You know
I hate nature.

Look at those disgusting trees stealing
my oxygen.

Oh, I can't stand this scenery another
minute.

All natural forest should be turned into
housing development.

I want cement covering every blade of
grass in this nation. Don't we taxpayers

have a voice anymore?

Do you ever shut up? The police are out
looking for us, you know.

We're going to camp out here overnight.

Camp out? Oh, not me.

Now you listen to me, Miss Peggy Gravel.
You better...

before I haul off and smack you upside
your wide, wide head.

We killed your husband, and I ain't your
maid anymore, bitch. I'm your sister in

crime.

Up against the car.

Arms up on the car. One false move and
your head will be flying through them

trees. What is this? Are you kidding me?
Does it look like I'm kidding now, Mal?

Officer, I am an outpatient from the
hospital. I'm very prone to anxiety

attacks. So please treat me with
therapeutic courtesy.

Ha, I know who you are. There's an all
-points bullet now for both of you.

You're Peggy Gravel and you killed your
husband.

Why, that's preposterous. We were about
to have a picnic.

Don't give me that shit. You're trying
to escape to Mortville.

I never heard of no town called
Mortville.

Well, you should have. You belong there.

That's a special town for people like
you two. People who should be so

embarrassed by what they've done.

I just might let you go there. That is,
if you cooperate.

What do we have to do for you, sharer
shit -face?

Sit on that car hood. You'll see.

something to show you first.

You like lingerie? How do you like these
little numbers?

I sent away to them from Frederick's.
They was expensive.

I love to feel a cold nylon on my big
butt.

Will you please stop it?

I have never found the antics of
deviants to be one bit amusing.

What I like best is a French kiss while
I'm all dressed.

Don't expect no kiss from me, liver
lips.

Come on, take off your underpants.

Hand them over.

I knew cops were sick.

These are big ones, a little plain for
my taste.

Now, I think I'll slip them on.

How does that look? Pretty sexy, huh?

Now, how about that kiss?

If I kiss you, will you let us go?

You bet, man. I want a real wet one now.

Goddamn scum.

Now that was a real soul kiss.

Okay, Buster, you've had your fun. Now
which way to Mortville?

I ain't through yet.

Mrs. Gravel, I'd like to examine your
underpants.

I will not.

I thought you wanted to go to Mortville.

They let killers live there scot -free.

I have never been so mortified in my
entire life.

Here, blossom.

That's more like it. Ah, these are from
Bloomingdale's. You've got good taste.

I think I'll try to fit my big business
into them.

They're tight, but they sure feel good.

Now, do I get my little kiss -kiss?

No, please, not a kiss. I swear I'll
gag.

Melt me if you must, but not a kiss.

Come on now, I'm all dressed up in my
pretty underthings, and I need a little

lip suction.

Now for that mouth.

I'd like to stick my whole head in your
mouth and let you suck out my eyeballs.

I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?

Pull it.

Yeah,

the queen, you keep talking about the
queen. The queen ain't worth a damn. I

stop!

I'll take a slice, please.

Oh, you want lemon meringue or
chocolate?

Chocolate, honey. Okay.

That'll be ten cents. Could you
recommend a rooming house where we could

the night?

I don't think I like it here.

It's filthy and the people are
repulsive. We have no choice, Peggy, and

better than jail.

I'll tell you, Grisella, there is
something wrong here. Look around you.

It's a village of idiots.

Can't you act normal?

Just act normal for a day.

Please, there must be a quality court or
something. I can't go in that hog pen.

Oh, shut up.

Can I help you? We were raped. Please
give us shelter.

You were raped?

Look, don't pay no attention to her. We
need to rent a room.

You got money on you?

I'm a very wealthy woman.

Yeah, and I'm Sybil Shepard.

Come on in here. We might work something
out. That is if you got money.

It's nice to meet you.

I'm Griselda. Griselda Brown.

I'm Peggy's psychiatric nurse.

Room's out back.

Nothing fancy, but it's a roof over your
head. Come on, I'll show you.

Shh. A girlfriend's sleeping.

Yeah, you're lucky it's empty.

My last tenant shot himself in here last
night. That dumb fuck left a mess

everywhere.

Oh, damn it stinks in here.

Well, what do you think? Do you want it
or not?

Will he be removed?

Yeah, I'll get the stiff out of here.

Don't. Think I got time for all the
chores in the world.

No linens until I soak these in cold
water, and we ain't got no toilets in

Mortville.

How do we... I guess you'll just have to
use your imagination.

I see.

I see. How much cash you got? Give me
that!

Six bucks? Hey, you are a rich one.

A lottery ticket? Well, I'll take that,
and I'll win it.

What's this, a bank book?

A lot of good that'll do you here.

There aren't any banks in Mortville?

There ain't nothing here, lady.

Nobody's got one red cent in Mortville
except for that queen.

The queen?

Can she help us? You got a lot to learn
about living in Mortville.

I think we'd like to take the room.

It's all yours, sweetheart.

You hungry?

Yeah.

I think I'm going to eat myself some
chow, and I got a little extra.

Looks like you got a big appetite. I'd
be happy to help with the preparation.

Oh, this one takes the cake.

You both sure are ugly bitches.

Go on, sit down.

Hey, Muffy, we got company.

We really hadn't planned on coming here.

We're from the Guilford neighborhood in
Baltimore.

I've been to Baltimore a few times.

Bomberg, I hate it. All them hillbilly
fucks looking at you.

Well, if you want to know the truth, we
had no choice but to come to Mortville.

We're in a lot of trouble.

You see, I'm quite prominent, and we
accidentally killed my husband.

I don't care what you did.

Nobody's in Mortville for a vacation.

We all did... something or we wouldn't
be here in the first place.

Dinner's served.

I'm really not that hungry.

I invited you to dinner and you
accepted.

Now you'll eat this if I have to jam it
down your throat.

Mafia, I called you to dinner. Do I have
to come in there and smack you?

You don't have to shout the house down.
I heard you all right already.

This is my girlfriend, Muffy St.

Jacques, the most beautiful woman in all
of Mortville.

Hi.

This is Griselda, and I forget your
name.

Peggy, Peggy Gravel. It's a pleasure.

We rent the room out back, so I guess
we'll be neighbors.

Oh, really?

Well, I sleep in the room right next to
you.

You're five minutes late for dinner,
Muffy. Don't you remember our little

about your laziness?

I was having an erotic dream.

I warned you about thinking about men
before your afternoon nap.

Dirty thoughts about dirty men bring on
dirty dreams, and you're a dirty girl,

Muffy. Mole, I can't help what I think
about. After all, it's not my fault Mr.

Sandman is not a bulldozer like you.

Queen Carlotta, anything you say could
put you in front of the firing squad.

Take it easy. We ain't fighting you.

Help us. Please help us.

Oh, don't worry.

Standard procedure in Mortville.

Officer, would you like to have a little
cup of gin or something? Stay back,

peasant woman.

Oh Griselda!

the Honorable Queen Carlotta of
Mortville.

Welcome to Mortville, ladies. I read in
the big city papers that you

are wanted for murder.

The murder of a certain Mr.

Broccoli Gravel. We only... You are
interrupting my flow of power.

Give these peasants a little dinner,
Lieutenant Wilson. I bet they're hungry

after a long day of breaking laws.

Here, nice live roaches. Oh, no, no.

Come on, eat these fucking things. Come
on, eat them. Eat them.

Eat them, goddamn.

Eat them.

Eat these things. Eat these roaches.

That ain't right for you, too, honey.
Come on, eat them.

Eat them. Follow those goddamn things.
Eat them.

Now listen to me, riffraff.

Every word I ever utter is to be taken
as a direct royal

proclamation or face death by the firing
squad. Yes,

ma 'am.

Yes, your royal highness.

Let's show them we're not kidding.

Bring in the prisoner, Lieutenant
Wilson.

Any last words, goon face?

You can lick my royal hemorrhoids, you
fat pig.

You must always...

Majesty. And you, Mrs. Gravel,
murderess?

You've made yourself quite clear.

Your... Your Royal Majesty.

Oh, be it!

Lieutenant Williams, take them to our
ugly experts and give them a complete

overhaul. And when you walk down the
streets of Mortville, make sure you're

dressed like what you really are.

Correct!

duties of discipline ever over,
Lieutenant Wilson.

Remove me from this contraption. I honor
you, Queen Carlotta.

Yes, I know, I know. Get me into my
royal cot and be quick.

Come on, come on. I haven't got all day.
Come on, hurry, hurry.

Come on.

Yes, come on.

If it pleases the Queen, royal security
has reported that the Princess Cuckoo

has returned to the castle. She's been
out all night again.

with that garbage man.

That child of mine will be the death of
me yet. Take me to her chambers.

I honor you, Your Majesty. Be quick.
Come on. Let's go.

Honor you, Your Majesty.

Cuckoo, I must have a little talk with
you.

Oh, leave me alone, Mommy. I've had a
wonderful evening, and I don't want to

explore with your nosy nagging. A
wonderful evening with a garbage man?

Not a garbage man. He just helps pick up
trash at the nudist colony. I hardly

think that a nudist janitor is a proper
escort for a royal princess.

I'm 38 years old, and I can date who I
please. You have no right to order me

around like one of your subjects.

You may not really... I realize it,
Cuckoo, but you have an awesome

responsibility on your shoulders.

One day, all Morphville will be yours,
and you must learn to rule with dignity.

I don't want to be queen of anywhere.

Mother, I want to marry Herbert.

Herbert? Is that his name?

It's a beautiful name.

You would step down from your throne for
the love of a mutant?

Oh, Mommy, I...

you, Cuckoo.

You're forbidden to leave your room
until your 40th birthday.

Queen Carlotta?

Can you make it, Your Highness?

I suppose so.

I believe it's your night to service me,
Lieutenant Wilson.

I'm always eager, Your Highness.

Oh, that love muscle.

Whip it out and show it hard.

Oh, come on, Daddy. Fuck me. Come on.

Oh, glow, little inchworm. Oh, look at
those balls.

Oh, Daddy, come on.

Oh, look at that pelt.

Yeah. Oh, come on.

Oh, come on, Lieutenant. I haven't got
all night.

Come on.

Oh, come on.

Oh,

oh,

oh,

oh, oh.

Don't bother with the head. The bay of
my crotch is what needs the attention.

But I can fuck like a bandit, Your
Highness.

Shut up, Peggy. No, I won't shut up. You
shut up. I'll tell you, my blue blood

is about ready to boil.

Hey, you listen to me, wacko.

See this fist?

I'm about ready to use that hatchet face
of yours as a punching bag.

Now sit down and shut up.

Mole's right, Peggy.

one to hear it. Well, we can't all be
your psychiatrists, honey. We've got

problems of our own.

Well, why are you in Mortville?

Oh, it's a long, ugly story.

Go ahead, Muffy, tell her. Maybe she'd
stop feeling sorry for herself. I wasn't

always like this.

Oh, I mean, of course I was always
visually stunning.

But I was married to a man, and I had a
baby named Freddy.

It was about two years ago, and my
husband and I were just returning from a

cocktail party.

Let me drive.

Get off. I can drive. Always trying to
boss me around.

You're drunk.

As per usual.

Every time we step out of the house, you
get dead drunk.

When you're married.

crazy woman. You crazy woman. Open this
window.

You crazy woman. You should be in a
mental hospital.

And I'll tell you, it isn't very pretty
what a town without pity can do.

What brought me here was a championship
wrestling match. It was back in 1966.

And I was fighting under the name of
Rasslin' Rita.

And my challenger was Big Jimmy Dong,
the human blockhead.

Good evening.

I've been here ever since, sitting in my
own stink and trying to figure a way

out.

But our luck's gonna be changing, right,
Muff?

Yeah, of course.

and walked backwards at all times.
Anyone who fails to perform for the

will be immediately executed.

Bertie, Bertie.

I bet you flew all the way to Morseville
just to see Backward State, didn't you?

Well, you flew into the right window
because I'm your queen.

Yes.

Excuse me, Your Highness, but Princess
Cuckoo has just escaped from her royal

bedroom. She what?

Let's hurry. Let's hurry.

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

Come on.

Come on, you big ape. Hurry up. Hurry
up. Come on.

Why, that ungrateful little
whippersnapper.

She escaped by sitting down this rope of
sheets.

newspapers are contraband, but I sure
hope you do win. This town could stand a

little glamour. I tell you, I'm getting
fed up. Ah, we're all fed up, Shina. At

least you don't have to participate in
backwards day. I know.

But I tell you, if you two are having an
affair, be careful. That queen will cut

off your ears.

Let her do it, then. Herbert doesn't
care if I have ears. He only cares about

mind.

Herbert! Cuckoo!

Cuckoo! Oh, Cuckoo.

I worship the ground you walk on.

I couldn't keep my mind on my work all
morning.

Every piece of trash I had to pick up
reminded me of you.

An old candy wrapper.

Made me think of how sweet you are.

A snotty Kleenex made me realize how
much I'd cry if we ever had to part.

An old rubber made me think of all the
Knights of Eros we have before us.

I love you, Cuckoo.

Oh, Herbert, I masturbated 14 times last
night just thinking of you. And when I

finally did fall asleep, my dreams were
not exactly dry.

Take me now, Herbert.

Take me in front of the whole town.

so jealous, she thinks the toilets I sit
on is her competition.

Now, what can I do for you? Trying to
find today's paper.

You got one, Chauncey? Yeah, yeah, I got
one.

I thought she finds me. You obviously
belong in a mental hospital.

Look who's calling the kettle black.

She's just upset.

Now be easy on her. I will not. I don't
want some renegade necrophile princess

as my roommate.

It's just for a few days.

Don't be so selfish.

Selfish? I'll show you selfish.

Get out of here, mongrel.

riffraff in and they bring the
neighborhood down every time.

Look, baby, I've got to get my ass into
Baltimore to claim our money and do some

shopping. Will you be all right while
I'm gone?

Oh, sure, I'll be fine, but you be
careful.

All right, then. Lock those doors and
don't fuck any men.

I see France.

Oh, spread those legs, baby.

Oh, yes, siree, a Hollywood love.

Come on, that love muscle, I want to see
it.

Oh, come on over here with that thing.

You're a wicked little boy.

Getting me all heated up, aren't you?
I'm going to have to give you a

bad little boy, haven't I, Your
Highness?

You certainly have.

Yes, please do.

Your body has a certain odor about it
that always annoys me.

An odor, Your Majesty?

Yes, a wretched stench.

I wash daily, Your Majesty. Well, wash
harder in the future.

There is a noticeable odor zone
somewhere on your body, and I'd

it if you could locate it and deodorize
it. I'll try and correct it, Your

Majesty. Oh, we can't... I'll be
perfect, Lieutenant Grogan. Come on over

and sit beside my feet.

I honor you, Queen Carlotta.

You honor me, but certain commoners in
this town obviously don't.

Someone threw a mud ball at me today.

If only I had a little pink button to
push that could wipe out this town.

Tell me, is it possible to get me a
hydrogen bomb?

I doubt it, Your Majesty.

How about germ warfare?

You know anything about that? You mean
poisoning the population?

Yes, that sounds like a fun project. How
about rabies? Could we spread that

disease inexpensively?

I think so, Your Majesty. All we need is
some rabid bat pus to make a serum.

Fine, let's try it. Rabid bat pus, and
let's put in a little rat piss for good

luck. You're a...

Your Majesty.

I know.

I know.

You let me out of here, mummy!

You murderous, you rat!

Take him back!

Back to the ground!

What? What? What? Your Majesty, Herbert
the Garbage Man is dead.

And thanks to this noble peasant woman,
we have captured Cuckoo and returned her

to the castle.

royal hogness, to once and for all be
freed from this mockery of a monarchy.

I will never live down the shame of my
inherited name, but I will do my best to

see that you topple from the throne.

Loyalty to the queen sometimes results
in rewards.

Let me be the new princess, your
majesty.

I have seen the human trash of
Mortville, and I share your contempt for

town. My subjects are beneath contempt,
Mrs. Gravel. Dealing with the poor

people is a waste of time. Only the rich
should be allowed to live.

I like your politics, Mrs. Gravel. And
to tell the truth...

I need a woman like yourself to follow
in my footsteps.

If you looked all over this land, Your
Majesty, I doubt you'd find a woman as

vicious as I.

We'll give you a trial run.

Your first duty will be to help my
soldiers spread rabies to everyone in

Do you think you can handle that?

Oh, yes, Your Majesty.

And I know just the person I... want to
give it to first.

Dr. Romy Singer, Dr. Romy Singer, Dr.
Kate Purcell, Dr. Purcell, Dr. Dennis

Shumetta, Dr. Shumetta.

May I help you?

Yeah, I want a sex change.

Step over here, please.

Hey, look, I'm in a rush, so I'd
appreciate it if you took me before

turkeys.

Do you have an appointment?

No, I don't. I'm sorry, but we don't see
anyone here without an appointment.

Well, you do now, Nurse Nancy.

Come on, bitch, cut these tits off.

and I want it now.

I'm out in the sex chain. It's a long,
complicated process.

We just can't... Just give me the basis
or I'll cut her head off.

Look, why don't you just fill out the
necessary forms and we'll see if... Cut

the sermons and give me my wing. I want
a wing and I want it now.

I can only do just so much under the
circumstances. If you don't give me the

sex...

when the Maryland...

Doctor ordered.

That ought to give it a little kick.

Cougs! Bring in Princess Cuckoo and tell
her her medicine's ready. Get off here

with those semen -stained hands, you big
ape. I can walk by myself.

You ass -kissing little snitch. One day
I'll get my hands on you. I doubt you'll

have the time, for you are now the
president.

Times have got to tell you, men are
genetic rejects. And all that gristle

got hanging down between their legs was
God's first big mistake.

And us women have been paying for it
ever since.

What is she doing in my home anyway?

Oh, be easy on her, Mo. She's been
through hell.

When we found her, she was regurgitating
in the street.

Yeah, her mother, the hog, had her gang
raped. The poor things had a terrible

time. You know that gravel woman you
were hanging out with? Well, she works

the queen now.

She shot Cuckoo up with a rabies potion.

I'm not surprised.

That snotty little social climber. I
knew I should have fractured her skull.

Can I get you anything, Cuckoo? Are you
infectious, honey?

I don't know.

Much love.

Well, under the circumstances, we'll
have to ask you to refrain from using

kitchen utensils.

I won't breathe on anything.

I promise.

But please help me kill my mother.

How's Project Rabies coming along,
Peggy? Oh, I feel just like Jonas Salk.

Tomorrow is the first day of mass
immunization. Or at least that's what

morons...

Oh, won't it be funny when they start
collapsing on the street?

It'll be like walking through a human
sewer.

Oh, I hope I get a chance to kick every
one of them right in the head just as

they gasp for their last breath.

It'll be beautiful.

A symphony of death rattles.

History will not forget this holiday of
death.

Just looking for a little fun.

Can I come up and see the inside of your
bedroom?

Hmm, I've had a hard -on for this bitch
for a long time.

You know you horny pigs aren't supposed
to come cruising around a castle.

Oh, but, officer, you're so cute, I just
couldn't resist.

Oh, you're shaking, little mama, aren't
you?