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[while Marie de Salle is singing "Baby I Love Your Way"]


Rob Gordon: I used to hate this song.


Barry, Dick: Yeah.


Rob Gordon: Now I kinda like it.


Barry, Dick: Yeah.

Two and twenty for the hole in you
A meat cleaver comb to run you through
Lethal gas will make you cough
A car crash scene to finish it off

So don't you worry about your earthly rest,
I'll dig the fucking hole myself

Hate song!

Stabbing and shooting and ripping the life out of you
I get off and I wish that you could too!
Open chest tickle will quiver your bones
Just lay back and chill 'cos I run this show

Hate song!

Die onehundredthousand times,
One million ways to...

Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!
Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!

Hate song!
Lifelong!
Hate song!

Dear Mr. Sawyer

You don't know who I am, but I know who you are
and I know what you done.

You had sex with my mother and then you stole
my dad's money all away.

So he got angry, and he killed my mother.

And then he killed himself, too.

[Don't stop now. You're getting to the good part.]

All I know is your name, but one of these days,
I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna give you this
letter, so you remember what you done to me.

You killed my parents, Mr. Sawyer.

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d

If you rock'n'roll
Disco
Heavy Metal Angel
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

The four of us
The royal we
He bangs the drum
She's vip
He's never done
Got OCD
Our love is
To the nth degree

Oh-oh Here we go
Turn up the radio
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

If you rock'n'roll
Disco
Heavy Metal Angel
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

And I've got my family
And one big bed is all we need
With morningwood

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
Allright
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
A little louder
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
A little harder
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
Let's go!

Oh-oh here we go
Turn up the radio
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
To the nth degree!

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
To the nth degree!

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
Come on everybody

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
To the nth degree!

Is this it?

That's what it's all about, Manny?

Eating.
Drinking.
Fucking.
Suckin.
Snorting.

Then what?

You're 50. You got a bag for a belly.

You got tits, you need a bra. They got hair on them.

You got a liver, they got spots on it,
and you're eating this fuckin' shit,
looking like these rich fucking mummies in here.

I never fucked anybody over in my life who
didn't have it coming to them. You got that?

All I have in this world is my balls and my word
and I don't break them for no one.

Do you understand?

That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, I never trusted him.

For all I know he had me set up and had my friend Angel Fernandez killed.


But that's history.

I'm here, he's not.

Do you wanna go on with me, you say it.


You don't, then you make a move.

Baby gets tired, everybody knows
Your mother tells you, baby has to show
Yeah, yeah
Let me go

'Cause baby's got the feelin'
Baby wants a show
Baby, won't you tell me
Baby, rock 'n' roll
Yeah, yeah

I never knew I needed a baby like you
I never knew I needed you like I do
Yeah, yeah
Let me go

'Cause baby's got the feelin'
Baby wants a show
Baby, won't you tell me
Baby, rock 'n' roll
Yeah, yeah

You try so hard to please
You get me hard you know
Baby, won't you squeeze
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go

'Cause baby's got the feelin'
Baby wants a show
Baby, won't you tell me
Baby, rock 'n' roll
Yeah, yeah

Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men
who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering.

God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables;
slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and
clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.

We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place.

We have no Great War.
No Great Depression.
Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd
all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't.

And we're slowly learning that fact.

And we're very, very pissed off.

There's a nail in the door
And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone

There's a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I'm all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can't stand

What should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out
And maybe and then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home

So goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say goodnight moon

There's a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbor and he's been watching me
And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
Something's under the bed
Now it's out in the hedge
There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something scratching through the wall

Rocky: I can't do it.

Adrian: What?

Rocky: I can't beat him.

Adrian: Apollo?

Rocky: Yeah. I been out there walkin' around, thinkin'. I mean,
who am I kiddin'? I ain't even in the guy's league.

Adrian: What are we gonna do?

Rocky: I don't know.

Adrian: You worked so hard.

Rocky: Yeah, that don't matter. 'Cause I was nobody before.

Adrian: Don't say that.

Rocky: Ah come on, Adrian, it's true. I was nobody. But that don't
matter either, you know? 'Cause I was thinkin', it really don't matter
if I lose this fight. It really don't matter if this guy opens my head,
either. 'Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody's ever gone
the distance with Creed, and if I can go that distance, you see, and
that bell rings and I'm still standin', I'm gonna know for the first time
in my life, see, that I weren't just another bum from the neighborhood.

I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die

My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die

You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die

Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die

Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die

Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die

Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die

Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die

Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die

There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die

And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die

Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die

Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die

La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die