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♪ I get a chill down my spine ♪

♪ In the night they come to take my life ♪

♪ And I know I won't
see the morning light ♪

♪ In the dawn, baby I'll be gone ♪

♪ And they're gonna eat my
brains, drive me insane ♪

♪ Be one of their own ♪

♪ You know they got me ♪

♪ These fucking zombies ♪

♪ Gonna be one of them
tonight, one of them tonight ♪

♪ You know they got me ♪

♪ These fucking zombies ♪

♪ Gonna be one of them tonight ♪

♪ One of them tonight ♪

♪ And now I'm coming after you ♪

♪ Into your room, we're
gonna have some fun ♪

♪ And I chase after you ♪

♪ Don't have a clue to what I've become ♪

♪ And now I'm gonna eat your
brain, drive me insane ♪

♪ Be one of our own ♪

♪ You know they got me ♪

♪ These fucking zombies ♪

♪ Gonna be one of them tonight ♪

♪ One of them tonight ♪

♪ You know they got me ♪

♪ These fucking zombies ♪

- Would you hurry up in
there, you're taking too long.

- I'm going to be on the rag any minute.

I don't want a repeat of
the movie Carrie in here.

- Okay, I get it.

Have I ever told you girls how it is

that I got into this
mess in the first place?

- Only about 400 times.

- Well, I'm going to tell you again,

because I'm pre-menstrual and I damn well

need to get this off my fucking chest.

- Okay Eliza, I'm going to ask
you some questions now, okay?

- Okay.

- The passenger that was
taken to the hospital

after the flight, did you accidentally

put something in his drink?

- No.

Is it true that you showed up

for work under the influence of alcohol?

- No.

Is it true you
propositioned a customer to go

into the bathroom and
perform oral sex for money?

- No.

- You know what I think?

I think you're nothing but damaged goods.

Is that what you want
people to think of you?

As a degenerate?

As a delinquent?

I can promise you this.

When I find out that you're lying,

and we prove that you're
lying, you are going to jail.

- Wow, you think that's bad.

Did I ever tell you girls about

the time I did my nursing residency.

It all started a very long time

ago when I was a very young girl.

- A barking dog howls
in the frosty moonlight.

- Mr. Hoover, it's time for your enema.

But I'm just
here to get my tonsils out.

- Sir, if you do not cooperate,

I'm going to have to sedate you.

- You guys think that that's bad?

You should hear my story.

It all started when I was working
at the Wrecker's Car Wash,

earning money so I can go
to massage therapy school.

- How about a little full service?

- So you want the full package?

- Yeah.

This is what I call full service.

Shit.

10, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four, three, two, one.

- Oh you've got a very
productive day to day Wendy.

Lots of money has been raised

to help all them babies in Sri Lanka.

- Thank you, sir.

Here you go.

Boy, I'm just glad I
can help these orphans.

Uh-oh.

- Wow, if you think that's bad,

you should hear about my antics

when I was a cheerleader
at South Jersey State,

I blackmailed all three of my professors

into giving me a thousand
dollars a week allowance.

- Your antics are famous
all over the internet.

We don't need to hear about them again.

We're all familiar.

- Goddammit Eliza, you little bitch.

You think you fucking own this place.

You let all the other little piss ants

tell their little stories

and then you butt in when it's my turn.

Well, I'll tell you something.

You're not top bitch
in this fucking place.

I am, you little cunt.

- How do you like that, bitch?

Fucker.

- All right, I'll show you
who's top dog in this place.

Line up.

All of you line up.

That's right, everybody
behaves and no one gets tased.

- Mrs. Bush, she started
it, she really did.

- I don't care who
started it, God damn it.

I'm sure as Hell going to finish this.

Girls have got to learn
to respect authority.

Got to learn to respect the whip,

then maybe you'll respect authority.

The whip is family.

- No, no.

Patsy, we're not making Godard come here.

Get these two greased up

and then we'll move on to the anal beads.

- You cunts are lucky.

Lucky I say.

I was just getting warmed up.

Wormwood New Jersey Women's

Correctional Facilities,
this is Warden Bush speaking.

- And for Christ's sakes, Patsy,

show us some rose bud this time.

Cassandra, lovely to hear your voice.

How's the little one?

Hasn't come out yet?

Going to let him cook a
little bit longer than aye?

- Claw, you have the
absolute most shit timing.

But I still love your brother.

I was just teaching a
lesson to my little girls.

Them cunts.

That fucker's still in there,

I haven't gotten rid of it yet.

- Good, good.

Well, there is a reason
for my call, sister.

It's not just to give you

a hard time about being knocked up.

I have a favor to ask of you.

- A favor?

Well, you are a big help to me

when I was under investigation

by the Better Business Bureau

and you did a lot for me when I was trying

to open up that Dress Barn
in Atlantic City, go on.

- No, Patsy, I need you
to get my glory hole.

Get Jordan lube all over, you queen.

Move this light just a
cut hair to the left.

Just a cut hair.

- Claw, if you're going to
direct your little smut movies,

why don't you do it when

you aren't on the phone with your sister?

I do have some cunts to
attend to in the other room.

- Where was I?

Oh, Oh yes.

I'm going to need your help, sister.

And maybe the help of
your little prison sluts.

- Reform school girls.

- Yeah, whatever.

I have a plan to make us both rich.

With the money I've been paying

these twink rocker boys, you

and I could've opened up at
least 10 Dress Barns by now.

- What in God's name are
you rambling on about?

- I'll tell you what I'm
rambling about, money.

I have a plan to turn all
of these pretty little,

indie, rock, guitar toting, emo, math,

rock, loving boys in this neighborhood

into my own personal
lobotomized sex slaves.

Vis-a-vis a new serum I have
created in my laboratory.

Yes.

Oh yes, yes, yes.

- Yes, yes, yes.

- Patsy, I am doing business.

I am on the phone.

I am doing business and I am on the phone.

Get in your cage, do your paperwork.

Boys, would you like
to take a douche break?

As I was saying, I have finally developed

the perfect serum and now all I need

is a way to distribute it to all

the twink rocker boys in the world.

And then they'll do my smut films for free

and you and I can keep the profits

and open up even more Dress Barns.

Patsy!

- I still don't see how I come into this.

- I'll tell you where
you come in to this, sis.

I must, of course, have a way to transmit

the serum to these lovely boys.

Oh yes, yes I do.

I have your prison sluts to do it for me.

- Reform school girls.

Hmm, you know, I have been trying to think

of a way to get out of
this lousy business.

Our father, God, rest his soul, turnover

in his grave to see the sorry
state of this institution.

I can never raise the
money to renovate it.

If only there was some way I can just walk

away from this business
and just make money

off of unstylish women.

Be a dream come true.

- Just a minute.

Masters.

Hey sis, do you still have ties

with that Ghoul Scout program?

You know, one where girls earn badges

for things like penmanship,
or river kayaking,

or being the first to
stain their damn underpants

after reading a Judy Bloom book?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, perhaps these sluts,
they can sell some cookies.

You know, door-to-door to
the homes of the rocker boys.

Have them sell some samosas,
thin clits, some tag-a-dongs.

- Only if they'd be
buying a one way ticket

to the world of human traffic sex slavery.

- Precisely.

- Well, this is a plan so evil, only you

and I could have thought
of it together, brother.

- You can do it.

We can help.

You can do it.

We can help.

You can do it.

We can help.

Fashion at a fraction.

♪ Well I'm love with a fire girl oh yeah ♪

♪ She broke my heart, oh yeah ♪

♪ And there's a werewolf
outside, it's waiting for me ♪

♪ Oh yeah, oh baby, yeah ♪

- All right, it's almost
time for our satanic,

Cthulhu leaning D&D break.

Bust out the 20 sided dice, Nikki.

- The game has already started
and since it has started,

I will not respond to the name, Nikki.

My name is Lord Stera
Kimushen the most feared.

And as of last Tuesday,
I'm a level eight wizard.

- Sounds good.

Listen, there's some I've been
meaning to talk to you about,

you really need to get
some girls around here.

- Well, I don't know, man.

- Look, man, here's the deal.

I haven't had sexual intercourse with

a woman in say nine months, give or take.

So why don't me and you
hit up the ACE hardware,

scope out some hot chicks,

and bring them back here
for fucking purposes.

- I don't know, man.

I've been asking Beelzebub and fish gods

for girls every time I light a candle,

but so far all I've gotten
is some Vampire Hunter D

action figures and a copy of deep throat.

- Man, I mean like
actually leave the house.

Like meet girls out in
the real world, man.

- Whoa.

You mean like not in the world

of satanic Cthulhu D&D
but like on second life?

- What?

No, you idiot.

Not in a song, not in a game,

not in a movie, but in real life.

Wow.

I had an experience like that once.

- Here we go.

- So there I was on this airplane.

I was with my parents going
to the new zoological exhibit

at the Walt Disney World
Animal Kingdom when I saw her.

Her hair shone like the radiant sunshine

of the dark gods themselves.

Like the original fish gods,
like Cthulhu or something.

And her skin, it was like fish skin.

I mean not scaly or anything just nice,

cool, and exuberant, fleshy.

If I could just've reach out, touched it.

Her hair flowed down her
shoulders like the parting

of the Red Sea, or the
changing of the tides.

And her body.

It was incredible.

She looked like a goddess

in her little flight attendant uniform.

Maybe like Christie in Hellraiser
or that girl in Nosferatu.

The original Nosferatu,
not the 1979 version,

although she was hot too.

And when I asked for that
low sodium tomato juice,

it was like asking for
her hand in marriage.

- All right.

That's enough.

I've heard just about as
much as I could stomach.

I am not talking about girls
that you see in your dreams.

I'm talking about real
girls, who come here,

and have sex with us.

Sluts.

You know, like sluts.

Girls with no morals.

Girls with low moral fiber.

Sluts.

Like the girls that Anton LaVay writes

about that attend those
orgiastic black mass events.

Sex parties.

The preacher's daughter type.

You guys know what I'm talking about

with the preacher's daughter type.

I'm talking about sluts.

The girls you see me on late
night Cinamax, those girls.

But in real life.

Sluts.

But it real life.

To bring back here.

And when I say here, I mean our apartment,

and when I say here, I
mean our rehearsal space,

anything but your parents' house.

And have sex with all of us.

Or at least one of us, so he
can tell the others about it.

- I'm telling you, I met
this girl in real life.

It was real life.

And we had a connection
right there and then.

We were like James Woods
and Blondie in Videodrome.

And it was like a real connection.

Not just some video, creepy
SNM thing or whatever that was.

And if you don't believe it,

then that is just like your problem.

Because I believe in
this serendipity stuff

and those fish people.

- What you believe, and don't bring

Cthulhu into this, is crap.

And I'm not going to
bring this negative energy

into our D&D sessions.

- Liza?

Oh, Warden Bush.

- Warden Bush is off duty.

Call me Cassandra.

- Who's a good little puppy?

That's right, Patsy is.

Does Patsy want the ball?

Go fetch!

Bad dog.

Bad dog.

Go fetch.

Bring back the ball, Patsy.

Too slow!

Is Patsy a good doggie?

Go fetch.

- Where were you last night, Linda?

I waited around for you to play dress up.

- You know where she was.

She was treating herself to
Warden Bush's choco taco.

Little SS Cassandra cuddle fish pie.

Yeah, she was down there licking the baby.

- Well, yeah, she was gobbling up my gash.

She was eating up my
cream filled custard pie,

siphoning out the strawberry filling.

- But you were, weren't you?

I mean, something was going on.

You didn't show up.

- Well maybe I didn't want to
play dress up with you, Liza.

Maybe some of us are more
grown up than others.

Maybe some of us live in the real world.

Grow up.

- Speaking of moon pies, here comes

the sausage in a corset now.

- All right, listen up cunts.

I've got some excellent news for you.

Might be the luckiest cunty cunts

ever to have walk the Earth.

- You just stirred my Vegemite.

- Nevermind that.

So look, here's how it is.

Who wants to get out of here early?

I only have room for four little cunts.

I don't know why I'm
going to choose you four,

but I might just be the sweetest

warden there was in this reform school.

But you are not to make any trouble for me

and you're to do exactly
as you're told, understood?

Whatever you say, Mrs. Bush.

- Choco taco.

- Now here's the deal, you're all going

to be selling cookies for my
niece's Ghoul scout troop.

But first we have to reeducate you

and make you suitable to
join the natural world.

Without bring with you any
of your bad girl tendencies.

You're all going to undergo

a strict reeducation
process under my supervision

and Linda, I'm going to need you

to help me keep these bad girls in line.

- Yes ma'am.

I mean, Mrs. Bush.

- Excuse me.

Is this going to be like that time that

you had us lead the focus
group for the Dress Barn?

- No, nothing like that.

So after you've all
undergone your reeducation

and served your time selling cookies,

you'll be free to leave these four walls

and rejoined the natural world.

See, you cunty cunts at 7:00 a.m. sharp in the infirmary.

- Niece's Ghoul scout troop?

This sounds like another one
of SS Cassandra's schemes,

like that S pyramid thing she had us do

or the Cutco covert operation

or the ShamWow demonstration
or that Tupperware party

at the men state prison.

- I say, we do what she says.

It's our only ticket out of here.

Do we have a choice?

- You would see that miss Etheridge.

- Shut up, Liza.

- Wait, Ms. Kiss ass has a point.

We should maybe ride this thing out.

It may very well get us out
of this fucking hell hole.

Even if it is only for a few hours.

- That's true.

- I will up hold the highest ethics,

no matter what the situation.

I will hold the tradition of

my sisterhood in the highest regards.

I will never succumb to evil deeds.

I will follow the strictest
discipline from my mentors,

and I will never eat the merchandise

under any circumstances.

♪ May the light of this
flickering candle illuminate ♪

The night the way your
mind illuminates my soul

♪ Doctor, can you hear me ♪

♪ Doctor, can you see me ♪

♪ Cocks to the left of me,
cocks to the right of me. ♪

- Why is this damaged fawn left to suffer?

♪ Doctor, do you love me? ♪

♪ Doctor, don't you love me? ♪

- I sit alone in
darkness, cursed, but why?

♪ Nubile, twink, hipster
boys are his fancy ♪

♪ When all his destiny needs is Patsy ♪

♪ Doctor, do you see me ♪

♪ Doctor, can you see me ♪

♪ Doctor, don't you wonder why ♪

- Cast aside for boys with assholes

Willing to accept the shaft of my beloved

♪ While I exist in a
cave that has no door ♪

- Why, God, why

Why

Why, God, why?

- Pick up, pick up.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

- Wormwood New Jersey Women's
Correctional Facility,

this is Warden Bush speaking.

- No time for formalities.

I have it all mapped out for you.

I have a schedule for you,

and I have a way for us
to keep in touch via video

transmission from you
to me and text messages.

- Not to sound like a
broken record, brother,

but what in God's name
are you blabbering about?

- Sister, the twink rocker boys will soon

be my lobotomized sex slaves,

to induct into my
moneymaking boy porn twink

empire to sell overseas in Uzbekistan

and other elite foreign Islamic markets.

I have been observing the lushest

hipster rock and roll boys.

I have addresses, I have maps,

and I am fully prepared
to take over the world.

By the way, how is your
reeducation process coming along?

- I'm up all night,
training those little cunts.

My whip arm is tired.

I hope to God those
cunts do their job well.

The last time, they ruined
my prepaid legal party.

- Never mind that, you must
come over right away before

you head out with those prison sluts.

I have to get you equipped
with your lapel camera

and special satellite SMS device.

- You can do it, we can help.

You can do it, we can help.

You can do it, we can help.

Fashion at a fraction.

- Together, we are like
the most evilest duo

since Jimmy Bakker and Jessica Hahn.

- Hello?

- Hi, my compatriots and I are selling

these Ghoul Scout cookies to support

our troops and to help raise money,

to fight diseases like AIDS
and tuberculosis and cholera.

- That's beautiful.

I'm a chickenpox survivor myself,

but please do come in, come in, go ahead.

Ladies.

Ladies, welcome.

Welcome.

- Hi.

- So are you guys, like,
religious or something?

I live with my mom and my stepfather.

My band members and I
are in this really cool,

mathy, garage, emo, food-oriented
prog rock metal punk band.

We write songs about dark
forces and fish gods.

- I like music.

- All right, all right,

so what are you guys selling, exactly?

- Oh, you see, in order to raise money

for children with severe burns,

we have been selling
these Dolidos, Samosas,

Thin Clits and Tagadongs.

- Oh, Sherry, darling, we must not eat

the merchandise under any circumstances.

This is part of our oath as Ghoul Scouts.

Do we not remember our Ghoul
Scouts code of conduct?

I will uphold the highest ethics

no matter what the situation,

I will hold the tradition of my sisterhood

in highest regard, I will
never succumb to evil deeds,

- I will never do something
with something else.

And I will never eat

the merchandise under any circumstances.

- Ever, never.

- Wow, that was creepy.

It also gave me kind of a stiffy.

So, what's your name?

- My name is Liza Wonder, what's yours?

- Hi, I'm Linda Lovelocks.

- I'm Mickey Mayhem.

My band is called the Vampire Godzillas.

We have our first show tonight
at the VFW of Wormwood,

would you girls like to come?

- Would we?

- I'm sorry, my girls are
far too busy selling cookies

to help the lepers in Indonesia to come

to your little rock
opera, or whatever you.

Excuse me a minute.

On the other hand, it
might be a good opportunity

for my Ghoul Scouts to
practice their social graces,

earn their charm school badges.

Thank you, Miss Bush.

- Well, it's settled.

Boys, wouldn't you like to
taste these delicious cookies?

- I'll take 20 boxes.

- 20 boxes?

Now there's a gentleman and a scholar.

- Oh, thanks, but I have a dairy allergy

and it just makes me break out in hives

and my throat closes up

and my lips blow out and
I can't play the flute.

- Oh, hey, I'll take
one of those mint Clits?

- Yes, the Thin Clits, a very good choice.

- These Tagadongs look really good.

- No, actually, thank you,
but I'm an octo-lacto-vegan.

For a month there, I was fruititarian,

and it gave me this nasty anal discharge.

So maybe you girls, after the show,

maybe you'd like to come over

and we'll play some World of Warcraft?

- I wouldn't push it, kid.

Come now, girls, we've got about 50 houses

to hit before Bass Masters comes on,

and my TiVo has been full for a month.

Let's go.

- See you at the show tonight, Liza.

I mean, girls.

- Come again, boys, thank you.

- Your mom's house?

- Well what about you, anal discharge?

We're done.

- Rematch, all right, rematch.

- We got to get this toll, still, yeah.

- This Tagadong's not too bad.

- Nah, I guess.

- Go left, go left.

- Don't tell me what to do.

♪ I was stuck in Texas ♪

♪ Baby, trying to get back home ♪

♪ I'm stuck at Texas ♪

♪ Baby, trying to get back home ♪

- So what war were you in?

You're not a member of this club.

You're the hottest thing to walk

in here since the rummage sale.

How about you and me
going out in the back?

A little hanky panky.

You want to have sex with me?

I can still get it up.

Listen, I got Viagra, and I got Cialis,

you know, so we go in the back room.

I think sex is on my Medicare card.

- Get me a gin and tonic, please.

I mean, make it a Shirley Temple.

- We've got to start playing boat shows,

because rich chicks like boat shows,

and rich chicks are hot.

Yeah, but I can't swim.

- Wow, Liza, drool much?

- What are you talking about,

Miss I want everything
that everyone else has.

You've been drooling over him
since you saw him as well.

- Well, what makes you so
sure that he wants you?

Maybe he wants me.

I am a ravenous blonde
bombshell, after all.

- Linda, you stay the fuck away from him.

You only want him because you know

I like him, you little bitch.

- You can't handle a little competition.

I can get any guy I want

and it makes you venomously jealous.

- You're just a little whore

who sells her body off
to the highest bidder.

Mickey would never go for you.

He could see right through your act.

- Yeah, well, we'll see
about that, you little bitch.

- Girls, girls, are
you fucking kidding me?

Men are so not worth fighting over.

I learned that lesson when I was a nurse.

Women were always fighting over

the wealthiest or the best looking doctor.

Bitches were like wolves
coming in for the kill.

Makes you sick to your stomach.

- I'm starting to feel sick to my stomach.

- Look, the band's going to play.

- Yay.

- The band's going to play.

I've got to announce them.

- Come on, guys, we've
got to be out in five.

You like that?

That's show for five minutes.

- Sorry, man, I'm just
not buying it again.

- What the hell?

Both of you guys aren't
feeling well at the same time?

- I think it was Nicky's
mom's tuna casserole.

- No, you know what I think it was?

You guys were retarded, and snorted

Anbesol and drank Jack Daniel's.

Okay?

Yeah, totally.

That's your fault only, come on, let's go.

Get five, five.

- Let's get on stage.

- Ladies and gentlemen, and
those who haven't decided

on their gender yet, the Jonas Brothers

at the senior citizens center, Miley Cyrus

used to open for them but
her mother made her stop.

Grunge rock, punk rock, no,
they have their own subgenre.

It's called garbage rock.

They used to be known as The Dumpsters.

Their acne was so bad,

the only groupies they could
get had a thing for lepers.

Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado,

let me present Vampire Godzillas.

- What, what!

Johnny Severed Goat's mother fucking Head!

Chainsaw Mike!

All right, we're bringing
it to the afterlife.

Cthulhu in the house tonight.

Giving us that fish power,
and that fish smell.

- These things happen.

I mean, before long, I'm going to be rid

of all this extra weight,
I'm actually quite

a youthful woman under all of this.

I'm a real tiger.

- I have nothing against kids.

I actually prefer them.

- You remind me of my father.

- Nah, that's okay,

because vice is nice, but incest is best.

- We're coming to you
from beyond the grave.

And, boy, are our arms tired.

All right.

- Oh, my God, this shit is real.

♪ I get a chill in my spine ♪

♪ In the night they come to take my life ♪

- Shit.

- Mickey, where's the exit?

- Yeah, this way.

- Wait, don't forget my crooked past.

- Barricade the door,
barricade the door, hurry.

- Take the board.

We gotta get outta here.

- I think I wet myself.

- Baby.

- What happened to Chainsaw Mike

and Johnny Severed Goat's Head?

What happened to everybody?

- Everything's going to be okay, mickey.

We just have to go somewhere safe

where we can hole up for a while

and watch the news and find out

exactly what we're up against.

- Yeah, well, we certainly can't stay

here very long because that door will

never take the weight of
those, whatever they are.

- Whoa, this is just like
The Zombies Ate My Neighbors.

It's a video game I play.

Okay.

- Wait, you guys, the zombie
Holocaust survival guide.

There's a guide?

- You have it?

- Yeah, it's a guide.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Okay, all right, let's see what it says.

Okay, stay in a fortified
place like a basement,

lie low, watch the television
and radio broadcasts,

board up the windows and the doors,

under no circumstances
go to any shopping malls,

and just sit tight and wait
for the helicopters to arrive.

- Well, that sounds like that would work

in the movies, but this is real life.

- What choice do we have?

- Oh, God, please hurry, let me in.

Please, please, please let me in.

Please, I have a child, for God's sake,

you wouldn't let your friend

get eaten by a zombie, would you?

- Wait, it's not the
zombies, it's Cassandra.

- Leave this bitch out there,

she deserves to be eaten by those.

- Let her die a horrible
death, she deserves it.

I'm letting her in.

- Liza, no.

- Get off me.

Come on, help me, help me.

- Oh, disgusting.

- Thank you, you'll be glad you let me in.

I know a safe place where we can go.

- How do we know that we can trust you?

- My brother, he's a doctor.

He lives really close to here.

If the streets aren't plagued with

these things yet, we can make it.

- I don't trust doctors.

They're all womanizing, married men

who have 14 gold-digging mistresses.

- My brother's gay.

- Doctors help people.

- Well, what choice do we have?

- Come on, let's go up these stairs,

there might be a way out up there.

Come on, let's go.

- There's my car, come on, we can all fit.

- Come on, Liza.

I'll protect you from the zombie predator,

let's get to the car.

- Brains.

- Oh, my God, sister.

You look worse than that time you caught

that vaginal staph infection from getting

double fisted by a guy with filthy hands.

- Brother, haven't you heard?

There are brain-hungry, bloodthirsty

zombies all over Wormwood.

I barely escaped with my life.

- Oh, and I see you had to
bring these trainees with you?

- They're former schoolgirls.

I mean, Ghoul Scouts.

Anyway, I've also got the
notorious Vampire Godzillas,

the surviving members, anyway.

We're hoping to stay safe
from further zombie attacks

in your fortified layout.

- Of course, please come in.

Patsy, Patsy, get down here.

There are guests to be attended to.

- This is Liza, Doctor, Linda, Doctor.

Wendy, Doctor, Sherry, Doctor,

and this is Billy, Doctor,
and Mickey, Doctor.

- Nice to meet you.

This, you see right here,
this is Patsy, my man servant.

He should be taking care
of all of your needs.

Let me know if he looks you in the eyes.

He knows he's not supposed to do that.

Right, Patsy?

Patsy?

I need you to go get some boards

and some nails from the workshop.

Start boarding up these windows, huh?

And then go fetch us some
cocktails from the wet bar.

Chop, chop.

- Yes, yes, Doctor.

- Chop, chop.

- Right away.

- Patsy, you're taking
entirely too long, as usual.

Ah.

These drinks are way too dry.

Don't be such a goddamn
lady with the vermouth.

Listen, I want you to go and put ribbons

on the necks of all the baby bunnies

in the Zac Efron room, and
shave their little ears again,

and then report back to me immediately.

Sorry.

I have to apologize to you for

the behavior of that man servant, Patsy.

One of my more charitable acts

is to hire the fucking retarded.

I mean, mentally challenged.

We get a little bit of a break

with our partnership with Walmart.

But please drink up.

Come in, make yourselves comfortable.

Anything you need, you let me know.

Throw something at
Patsy, keep us in touch.

You know you're sitting here

in the world famous jungle room.

You know this very room has been featured

in Harper's Bazaar, Conde
Nast, Italian Vogue,

International Leatherman's
Quarterly, as you probably know.

And we have Patsy's dungeon.

It's where most of the little
paperwork things get done.

Upstairs, we have the David Bowie room,

the Freddie Mercury room,
the Marc Bolan room.

Down the hall over here and to the left

is the Keanu Reeves
room, the Zac Efron room,

and the Justin Bieber room,
you know the party rooms.

- So what's like downstairs?

- Downstairs is my laboratory
where I'm coming up

with a couple of cures
to horrible diseases,

just Crohn's disease,
Lou Gehrig's disease,

restless legs syndrome, several
nasty strains of hepatitis,

unnecessary amounts of
anal discharge, jock itch.

Oh, and I'm also being
applauded for my work

helping the poor lepers of Uzbekistan.

- Wow, you are quite a humanitarian.

- How about coming up with
a cure for this crazy zombie

mess before it spreads
throughout the world?

- That's an excellent idea young man.

You know autoimmune disease

are my specialty as are brain disorders.

And flesh eating bacterias of New Guinea.

- Oh, doctor, it says
in my zombie holocaust

survival guide that zombieism

is a result of several possible scenarios,

industrial waste exposure,
radiation from satellites,

exposure to toxic waste, the
end of the world, doomsday.

- What are zombies?

- Well, I'm sure there's a very

scientific explanation for all of it.

My sister and I, we're going
to get to the bottom of it.

So if you just make
yourselves comfortable.

You'll excuse me.

- Of course.

Thank you, doctor.

- Stay.

Cunts.

- I think this is our
chance to get out of here.

If we stay here, we're just sitting ducks.

Cassandra went upstairs, we
can get out of here for good.

No one will even notice.

- Linda, are you crazy?

Patsy's boarding everything up.

This is the safest place
we can stay for the night.

In the morning we'll reassess.

- Liza, you've never
lived in the real world.

These two, Cassandra
and her doctor brother,

they're up to no good, I can feel it.

Now's our chance to jump ship.

We can go to somewhere else
and just wait it out there.

Here we don't stand a chance.

- I kind of agree with Linda.

I don't trust this Claw character

any further than I can throw him.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised

if he's listening to our
conversation right now.

- Okay, paranoid people.

Tell me, where are we
going to run to then?

- We can go somewhere safe and
fortified, like a basement.

- Or a shopping mall.

- Or a bar.

- We can go to the basement of the bar

in the mall, like the
one that Ruby Tuesday's.

That's where I used to watch Lost.

- Great idea, Wendy.

- You know, the zombie
survival guide doesn't

say anything about the
basement of shopping mall bars.

Oh, but dude, there's is that

sweet ass role playing store nearby.

- You guys are all getting
ahead of yourselves.

Bill, what does the book say to do

when you're already in a fortified lair?

- Fortified lair, fortified
lair, fortified lair.

- That book doesn't know anything.

Now who's with me?

I say we leave before
they come back downstairs.

- Well I can kind of see
where she has a point.

- For God sakes, Linda, you're
always trying to sabotage me.

You're always trying to control every

situation and I'm sick of it.

- Who's trying to control
what, you a little bitch.

- I got it, I got it.

- Girls, girls.

Bill is trying to say something.

- Fortified lair.

Fortified lair, stay in a fortified lair

for as long as you can,
turn on the television

and do everything that news
anchors tell you to do.

- For those of you just tuning in,

the government has not released
any official explanation

for the phenomenon which
started in Bergen County,

New Jersey of the dead walking
around eating the living.

We strongly advise you to stay
put and not leave your house,

to lock windows and
doors, and to stay put.

Stay tuned for further updates.

- See, I told you we should stay here.

- What do the news people know anyway,

I still think it's safer in
the basement of Friday's.

- Ruby Tuesday's.

- Whatever.

- Is this new disease in any way

related to mad cow's disease?

And if so, do you think that
your burgers are responsible?

- Well, absolutely not.

First of all, there is no evidence

that this phenomenon is a disease.

And second of all, well,
there's no scientific link

between mad cow disease
and this phenomenon.

- People have been seen
leaving your institution,

having ordered a seventh
eight pound Mc-flesh burger,

an order of fries, and a Coca-Cola,

and shortly thereafter have
become the living dead.

- Well, that's preposterous.

- Look at what happened to Chainsaw Mike

and Johnny Severed Goat's Head.

They were infected by this,

whatever it is, before
they were even bitten.

I don't get it.

We're with them all day

and because we already had
the Boba Fett action figures

we didn't even go to McDonald's.

- I'm telling you that
TV doesn't know anything.

I still think that basement
is a good alternative.

How do we know that Les Bush

and her doctor brother aren't
the ones responsible for this?

- He's a humanitarian.

Does he at least eat fish?

- I'm here at the residence

of renowned neurologist, Dr. Ned Beatty.

Doctor, wait, is your name

really Ned Beatty, like the actor?

- My findings indicate that the disease

is intricately related to
the central nervous system.

- You didn't answer my question.

- It is important to recognize that

the phenomena is spread
by the bitten victim.

The bite is how the infection is spread.

This is important in this
phenomenon to realize

that it's either an
infection or a disease.

Also to kill the living
dead, you need a gunshot

to the head, to the head or their brains

must be destroyed in some other manner.

- You were bitten weren't you Liza?

Where did all the blood that
you had on you come from?

- How do we know you
weren't the one bitten?

There you go, blaming others.

- Go on, examine me, bitch.

- Okay, none of us were bit.

And even if we were, what
would we do about it?

Shoot each other in the head?

We've got to stick together.

We've got to stop alienating each other.

- This bulletin just
in, police and officials

have released descriptions of the undead.

It seems there are an overwhelming number

of white males in their early
twenties with messy hair,

tattoos, body piercings,
wearing tight blue jeans,

T-shirts, and hooded sweatshirts.

- Yes, it seems that establishments

such as American Apparel, the Apple store,

vegan restaurants, and
vintage and thrift shops

are being overrun by the returning dead.

It's like they're going back to the places

they used to frequent
when they were alive.

We're here at Academy Records where

the living that are
showing up in hundreds,

and apparently they only
sell albums on vinyl.

I'm here with Jim Hoosier, and Jim,

do you have any comment on that?

- It's kind of like before,

but I get to shoot them in the head.

It's not very good for business.

- Sorry, what about that guy right there?

- He's a nice guy.

He's a nice guy.

- And then there's this report.

Take it Scotty.

- All over the New York
and New Jersey area,

local residents are banding together

help on zombies.

I'm here with.

- Oh shit!

Come on, get him.

- Come one, the news has
become so sensational.

There's got to be something else

on like the Spice channel or something.

- Hey, the doors and the
windows are all boarded up.

I think we're perfectly safe.

I don't see why we can't
enjoy ourselves a little.

- Well, you have a point.

We're definitely in for the night

and there's nothing left
to do until morning.

- Okay, you know what?

Clearly this bottle is possessed

because I am so tired of
French kissing my best friend.

Thank God for CinnaMints.

Let's try truth or dare.

Who wants to go first?

I will.

- Okay, let's see what you're made of.

- Liza, truth or dare.

- Truth.

- Have you ever been fired
from an airline stewardess job?

- Linda, don't, don't you dare.

- For being an incompetent drunk,

stealing vodka, and
vomiting in your uniform.

- Fuck you.

- Liza, it's okay.

I've been in love with you
ever since my family's trip

to Disneyland, which was
tragically cut short when

my father fell into a coma

after being served the wrong drink.

But that doesn't matter because
he was a bastard anyway.

- I love you too.

- Oh my God, oh my God.

Oh my God, stop.

Stop.

Stop, okay.

You guys are ruining my life.

And by that, I mean this game

with your how to lose
a guy in 10 days crap.

All right.

If I am ever to feel the welcoming embrace

of a glistening vulva,
any time in my life,

I'm going to have to take serious

control of this situation, okay?

So Sherrie, truth or dare.

- Truth.

Kidding, dare.

- I dare you to kiss me
on the mouth with tongue.

- Wow, is that it?

I thought you were going to amp this up.

Have me put a cock ring
on a rubber chicken

or 10 minutes with me in the closet

so I can prove I'm blowjob
queen of the East coast.

Or who knows, maybe even tie
a cherry stem with my lips.

Do you want to be blindfolded?

- Yeah.

♪ Baby trying to get back home ♪

♪ I went back in Louisiana ♪

♪ Whatever good bar aint going ♪

♪ I tried to tell you ♪

♪ Austen aint my home ♪

- Okay, that's enough
for you birthday boy.

Wendy, truth or dare?

- Which one is the dare?

- Dare.

- Okay, dare.

- I dare you go downstairs
and see what doctor do-good

and miss preggers are really up to

in their top secret laboratory.

- Actually, that's a good idea.

I've been wondering what
those guys been up to.

- Okay.

Wendy, be careful.

- I'll be fine.

I used to play lots of this game

with the high school football team

when I was in middle school.

Go bear tigers.

- Now you know sister that I'm evil.

In fact, I'm one of the most evil doctors

the world has ever known.

But the zombie epidemic,
it's not my evil doing.

The serum I created would have turned

red blooded American hipster boys into

my own personal lobotomized
sex slaves, not these.

These gnarl toothed dick eaters.

I shutter to think.

This Mickey and Bill you have brought me,

if I could perfect my serum,

I can use the two of them
as my human Guinea pigs.

- Well we've got to something
about that plague of zombies.

Isn't there some kind of
antiserum you can come up with.

- Perhaps.

Well, all I'd have to do is take

some stem cells from the umbilical cord

of that unborn baby, run
it through my opisometer

and there might very well
be a way out of this mess.

And I could perfect the serum,
and then rule the world.

My power will be strong and elite.

- And then we can open up a
whole legion of Dress Barns,

then maybe a Fashion Bug,
maybe even a Mervyn's.

- Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

We still have those tranny
sluts to get out of the way.

- Reform school girls,
I mean Ghoul Scouts.

- Yeah, yeah, and then Mickey

and Bill will forever be in my control.

By morning I should have the antidote,

and then I can have the serum perfected.

I still don't understand
what it is I did wrong,

but by the morning,
everything will be perfect.

In the meantime, we still have
to get rid of these sluts.

- Sorry about that troublemaker, Liza,

perhaps we can feed her to
your tied up zombies over here.

- I like your thinking sis,

and I know father would be proud too.

- You can do it.

- We can help.

- You can do it.

- We can help.

You can do it.

We can help.

Fashion at a fraction.

- What was that?

- Wendy, is that you?

- Oh my God, the doctor's killing her.

- What?

- You guys, arm yourselves
with the hors d'oeuvre cutlery.

Let's go, come on.

- Take this Kyle, fuck you.

Take that.

Fiend, take this cock.

- What are you doing?

- Flee, I'm the one saving the day,

in case you haven't noticed.

What don't you put my
coq au vin to good use.

Now since you've ruined
it with your girl fingers.

♪ I get a chill down my spine ♪

♪ In the night they come to take my life ♪

♪ And I know I won't see morning light ♪

♪ In the dawn babe, I'll be gone ♪

♪ And they're going to eat my brains ♪

♪ Drive me insane, be one of their own ♪

♪ You know they got me
these fucking zombies ♪

♪ I'm gonna be one of them
tonight, one of them tonight ♪

♪ You know they got me,
these fucking zombies ♪

- Oh my God, she's been bitten, badly.

She's going to turn into one of them.

- Please.

- You guys, zombie holocaust
survivor guide, chapter one,

if someone is bitten by a zombie

you have to kill them or
they'll turn into a zombie.

- It's all my fault.

- Cassandra, mint clits.

- Let me do it.

- No, it's nobody's fault.

It's just a terrible, terrible accident.

And I'll do it.

- Let me do this.

- No, I can.

- Jesus Christ.

- Patsy, what are you
doing out of your cage?

Get back in that dungeon
and finish your paperwork.

No one asked you to be here.

March!

- Yes master.

- Why is he so mean to that retarded guy?

He saved our lives.

- I'm going to retire
back to my laboratory.

Someone has to continue

this tireless search to find the anecdote.

If anyone needs me.

- All right, listen up, cunts.

Your friend damn near just got us killed.

Fun time's over.

If you're going to call
this place your home,

you're going to have to
continue by my rules.

We've got to initiate zombie
watch, sleeping shifts.

- Told you we should have went

to the basement of the bar at the mall.

- Friday's.

- No, it was Tuesdays.

It was Ruby Tuesday's near
the role playing game store.

That's where she would go to watch Lost.

- We should all draw
straws to see the order

in which we should do the zombie watch.

Each of us can take a four hour shift.

Great idea, babe.

- Yeah, you're right.

- Wow, thanks.

- Thanks.

Looking good, Patsy.

- Oh, I'm always getting
the short end of the straw.

I'll see you at four a.m.

- So how many bedrooms are there?

- Well it looks like there's two here

and there's another one down the hall.

So me and Liza can share
because we're in love

and stuff, and you guys
can have separate rooms.

- Where are you going blindfold boy?

You didn't think we'd be the only ones

in this house not getting any did you?

Huh, well did you?

- No.

- You bet your sweet ass.

- Whoa, Freddie lives.

From the moment I first saw you

in your flight attendant uniform,

serving ginger ale to sun burnt tourists,

I knew you were meant to
be my D&D fantasy girl.

The Joanie to my Chachi,
the pawn to knight seven

takes queen to rook four, my
princess in another castle.

My April the reporter with red hair,

you're like the cheerleader
in Revenge of the Nerds,

although I didn't need a Darth
Vader mask to take you home.

- Nicky, I love you, but
we've only got four hours

and you are on your way

to taking up three and a half of them.

- Yes, give me more, more squeals.

Squeals, come on little piggy.

Louder.

- Motherfucker.

- Naughty, naughty piggy.

- Oh, is that too much milk?

Oh a little more.

Piggy.

Come on, say you're
sorry, say you're sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Come on squeal, piggy.

Piggy, squeal, squeal.

Faster, faster.

- Okay, yes, ma'am.

- Oh, that's right.

Yes, who?

Oh that's it.

Take that, motherfucker.

- Oh, yes ma'am.

- No, I love you most.

I love you.

- I love you.

- No, I love you.

- How's my little jailbird?

I didn't want you to have
to be down here all alone.

- I don't feel so well.

I know something

that will make you feel better.

- No, seriously, I feel like total shit.

You know, you
were always my favorite Linda.

After all this is over, I'm going

to let you manage all my chain stores.

- That's really nice of you Cassandra,

but I just need to be left alone.

- I can't leave you
alone right now, Linda,

not with you not feeling good and all.

Let me just rub your shoulders.

You'll feel much better.

You were such a hot little cheerleader

when you came to our school.

I always held out the most hope for you.

Baby, you're a feisty little one.

I thought you weren't feeling well.

♪ What's your favorite song ♪

- Oh shit.

Jesus, God, no.

♪ But I found out that was real ♪

♪ You're standing at my door ♪

♪ You're everything I want and more ♪

♪ Cause love is all you need ♪

♪ At the end of the day ♪

♪ Say you won't be mad ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ I just quit my job ♪

♪ You're crazy ♪

♪ That place never was your style ♪

♪ A romance is easy to find ♪

- Mickey, you're not like other men.

Do you know that?

- Yeah.

- Am I like other women you've had?

- No, you're not like any of them.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

- They're coming to get you, Barbara.

- Stop it, you're ignorant.

- They're coming for you, Barbara.

- Stop it.

You're acting like a child.

- They're coming for you.

Look.

There comes one of them now.

- You should get some sleep

before I have to go replace Linda.

- Yeah, okay babe.

- Good night.

Yeah.

- Fuck me, Sherri.

- Oh Billy.

Oh yes, oh yes.

- What the fuck?

Oh my fucking God!

Fuck!

Oh my fucking God!

Mother fucker.

- It's time for me to replace Linda.

- Okay, babe.

I'll go with you, I don't
want you to be alone.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

I don't want to have you alone in there.

Holy shit!

What is that?

Oh my God!

- Oh my God!

I'll take the bitch, you take the baby.

- What should I do with it?

- I don't know!

Throw it out the window or something.

Die, die, die, bitch!

- Damn it Patsy, I'm at my wit's end.

I've been up all night

trying to create this blessed antidote.

I just don't understand

what it is I could have
possibly done wrong.

- Oh, Doctor, that's terrible.

I'm so sorry.

Come put your head on Patsy's shoulder.

- Oh, Patsy.

You've always been there
for me when I needed you.

Patsy, I've treated you terrible.

I've taken advantage of you.

You're so special.

- No, Doctor, no you haven't.

- Oh, but I have.

What's more, Patsy, I love you.

I've been looking for love in all

these tight-pantsed
indie rock hipster boys,

and I never stopped to see

what was right in front of my own face.

Now I've created a mess that even

my genius mind can't figure a way out of.

- Oh Doctor.

Oh Doctor.

- Patsy, there's no need to speak.

I can tell by the look in your eyes

that you feel the same way.

Even though your asshole is small,

your heart is as big
as the oceans combined.

I'll pack our bags.

You go tell Cassandra that we're leaving.

Leaving, and we're never coming back.

I have a boat, and I know of
an island we can escape to.

- Okay Doctor, but also.

- Patsy, whatever it is, Patsy,
it's going to have to wait.

Those boards and nails,

they're not going to hold the
zombies out for much longer.

- Okay Doctor, right away.

- Mr. Puggles?

Yes?

- I love you.

- Why God?

Why?

Why?

You will all respect the
bringer of the truth.

The lover of light and life.

The true hipster apocalypse.

The world no longer welcomes boys

with tight pants and trust funds.

You will all suffer the wrath of Patsy.

- Zombies are getting in.

We've got to get out of here.

- Okay, babe.

- Let's see where this leads.

- Look, they're in here too.

- It's all right.

They're chained up.

Is he keeping them as pets?

- Maybe he caught some of these things

and he's using them to
work on the antidote.

- That doesn't explain their wardrobe.

- I think this is Dr. Claw's
top secret laboratory.

- You're going to have to

come over here and take a look at this.

- What is it?

- Hey.

I know that guy.

He's in that all naked
cover band, Nudist Priest.

And that's the guy in the lispy Black Flag

cover band, Black Fag.

That's Johnny Severed Goat's Head.

And that's Chainsaw Mike.

But that means.

- Oh my God.

Mickey.

I will hold to the highest ethics

no matter what the situation.

I will never eat the merchandise
under any circumstances.

Bullshit!

That means Bush had us selling Tagadongs

and Thin Clits that turned
people into zombies.

- Why would she do that?

Did she have some kind of death wish?

- It must have been the doctor.

He's responsible.

Look, it's all here in black and white.

It makes perfect sense.

You and Bill didn't
eat any of the cookies.

- Then my dairy allergy saved my life.

But Johnny Severed Goat's
Head and Chainsaw Mike

were my best friends, and it's
this guy who's responsible.

- Right.

This doctor is pure evil,

and I sensed it the moment I saw him.

- I'm not pure evil.

I'm just a sad little man who likes boys

in tight jeans and ironic band t-shirts.

I never wanted any of this.

I just wanted some beautiful boys

for my legitimate adult
entertainment business.

- You killed Johnny Severed Goat's Head.

And you killed Chainsaw Mike.

And you turned my best
friend Bill Firewire

into a half-eaten zombie torso.

You're a pathetic, sick
little worm of a man, Doctor.

And you deserve nothing less than to be.

- Bill Firewire's severed
torso is not my doing.

Don't you understand?

I wanted these boys sucking
cock, not eating flesh.

Besides, I'm the only one who
can come up with the antidote.

- He might be right, Mickey.

Hold on.

- I'm going to cut this worm

in two like we cut his bitch sister.

I'm going to decapitate
him so you won't come back.

- You killed Cassandra?

Stop.

- You like these hipsters?

They look like they want
to fuck you, all right.

Turn around and fuck these hipsters

before I fucking cut you in two.

- Mickey!

- You're going to push me into these.

- - Fuck these hipsters before

I fucking slit your throat.

When there's no more room on earth,

the evil doctors will join
their dead sisters in hell.

- What do you think he meant by that?

Maybe we shouldn't have let him die.

He was working on an antidote.

- After he was done with this?

He was a sick worm and a pervert,

and this world is better off without him.

- I'm scared when you're angry.

It's actually really sexy.

I've never seen that side of you.

These keys must belong to something.

We can look for the car
and go to the marina.

I know how to hot-wire boats.

- Great idea, babe.

- Patsy, we're getting the hell

out of here if you want to come.

- Where's Doctor?

- Oh, about the doctor.

- We tried to save him,
but it was too late.

The zombies downstairs got him.

- No, no, Doctor!

- Hurry up and get your stuff,

we're running out of here quick.

I'm really sorry.

- Why did you invite him?

That's that worm's sidekick.

- Mickey, that man or whatever he is,

he didn't know what he was doing.

He was a victim just as much as us.

Can't you see that?

He was just a small pawn
in Dr. Claw's evil game.

If we don't take him with us,

it's like leaving a
helpless dog here to die.

- I don't know, Liza.

- Trust me.

Have I ever led you astray?

- No, babe.

- Come on.

Let's go.

- They're no good?

- Maybe the van.

- Yes good idea.

That worm's retarded henchman,
we should just leave him.

He's probably gotten himself dead by now.

Why should we risk our lives?

- Trust me, baby.

We give him five minutes.

- Dr. Claw!

My love.

No, Doctor, no!

I didn't mean for it to be like this.

We're supposed to run away together.

Doctor, my love.

No, it's not fair!

Foul play!

That dirty twink and his tranny friend.

Doctor, I will avenge your death, I will!

Where's the serum?

You have my word.

- Patsy, be careful!

- They didn't bite you, did they?

- No, master Mickey.

- Patsy, we aren't your masters.

We're your friends.

- Yes, Miss Liza, friends.

Liza, darling.

I was thinking about
getting in a late tea time.

Do you want to grab
some oysters afterward?

- Sweety, Patsy's making dinner tonight.

He's been talking about it all week.

How could you forget?

- Do you really think he can cook?

- Apparently when he was in that cage,

he watched nothing but
Emeril and Rachael Ray.

- Great.

Let's check it out.

It's been exactly
a year since the Wormwood,

New Jersey outbreak of the living dead.

Experts are still befuddled as to

the cause of this great disaster

which had spread as far as Brooklyn,

Master is very nice to Patsy.

Residents banding together.

Here we have Grover
Oregon, one of the heroes

of the massacre of the Bushlick Food Coop.

You know, it was
really easy to get support.

My cousin Victor, who put
down twelve of those

in the produce aisle, still calls

it the happiest day of his life.

- Master's are taking good care of Patsy.

Thank you.

Okay.

Food for you, Master.

- Patsy.

- Thank you.

- I had no idea.

Enjoy.

- I just don't know where to start.

Thanks, Patsy.

- My God.

- This is for your memory, Doctor!

- That was the greatest meal of my life.

- I can't wait.

- Master, you haven't
even had your dessert.

- Oh, I wish I could.

- Don't worry, it's dairy free.

- In that case, how could I resist?

Oh my God.

Oh my God, it's so good.

Bravo, Patsy.

Bravo.

- Patsy, what's that interesting flavor?

- It's just ease time, it's just got

that strange aftertaste,
but you'll get used to it.

- Yeah, oh yeah.

- Mommy, do you want some soup?

Salt or pepper?

Salt?

- Okay, salt, salt, sweetie.

Mommy, mommy look!

Momma!

Momma, look!

Mommy!

♪ Gonna tell you women,
bout a suave monsier ♪

♪ He's a mean operator,
comes from gay Paree ♪

♪ Trés debonair with a bad-ass style ♪

♪ Oh don't you know he drives
the mademoiselles wild ♪

♪ Sexy sexy french motherfucker yeah ♪

♪ Got his pick of women,
never mind the beaux ♪

♪ Gotta a way of winning,
lotta losers know ♪

♪ Trés debonair with a bad-ass style ♪

♪ Oh don't you know he drives
the mademoiselles wild ♪

♪ Sexy sexy french motherfucker yeah ♪

♪ Ooh la la, mon cheri ♪

♪ Sexy French fucker's
got something on me ♪

♪ Looking á gauche, looking á droite, ♪

♪ Looking so bad he's got
a rendezvous tonight ♪

♪ Ooh la la, mon cheri ♪

♪ Sexy French fucker's
got something on me ♪

♪ Looking á gauche, looking á droite ♪

♪ Looking so bad he's got
a rendezvous tonight ♪

♪ Gotta an eye on Marie,
gotta an eye on Claire ♪

♪ Gotta a bad reputation,
so you'd best beware ♪

♪ Trés debonair with a bad-ass style ♪

♪ Oh don't you know he drives
the mademoiselles wild ♪

♪ Sexy sexy french motherfucker yeah ♪

♪ Trés debonair with a bad-ass style ♪

♪ Oh don't you know he drives
the mademoiselles wild ♪

♪ Sexy sexy french motherfucker yeah ♪

And mark it.

Okay.

And action.

- Oh my God, Sister.

You look worse than that third time

you lost the all ages bukkake competition.

Oh my God, Sister, you look awful.

Have you gone on another
meth-fueled anal to mouth binge?

Oh my God, Sister, you look worse

than the time you got toxic shock

from that whiskey and Xanax enema.

Oh my God, Sister, you look worse

than the time you got finger banged

by those homeless mole people
underneath the A train.

Oh my God, Sister, you look worse

than that time we ran out of cups

and you used your vagina
to play beer pong.

Oh my God, Sister, you look worse

than the time you were the bottom

at that Wiccan raccoon
menstruation ritual.

Of course, please.

Come in.

Come right in.

Cut.