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Excuse me just what are you all doing here? At Sunday School?
'Cause we love it so damn much. And cause we gotta come here. Probation.
Probation?
Well, what about the sex stuff? What if some dude is after you, and he's always saying stuff, commin' on sweet and mellow. Like, oh, baby, you know you'll love it. Oh, baby, if you loved me, you'd stay.
And you listen to that?
No, but... I don't know... sometimes.
Hey, I know, it's hard. But do what I do.
What you do?
Just tell him, I do love you, but I can't I'm a nun.
How are you doing.
Hey, Sisters. Are you going in there?
You know it.
LET THY THOUGHTS BE GUIDED
What you say?
LET THY SOUL BE HEALED
But how?
BY A VOICE YOU HEAR FROM ON HIGH
I think I hear it!
LET THY THOUGHTS BE GUIDED
You know, I just might!
LET THY SOUL BE HEALED
LET THY SPIRIT
You know what we're saying!
LET THY SPIRIT
I think they hear you!
He's... dreamy. He's...
Yes, Mary?
HE'S SO FINE...
SING!
Were you tempted?
SING! SING AND YOUR SPIRIT WILL SOAR!
But I'm fearful!
SING!
And I'm tearful!
SING!
YES I'LL SING AND KNOW JOY EVERMORE
Really.
Yeah. Sister Mary Pat was discussing it. You know she thinks it's a sin.
Well... yes. Yes it is.
Yeah. We all got caught. Shoplifting. Cuttin' school. Cuttin' up some bitch with a blade. So we gotta come here. So we'll be good, in the future. So we'll learn valuable lessons. And I learned mine. I will be incredibly good, I will never rip out nobody's nosering by accident ever again. Can I go now?
Yeah, you learned a whole lot, I can tell.
Okay, so maybe I'm a nun so, you want to ask me something? You want to listen, for once in your little lives? You want to pay some attention?
What about crack? You a user?
I said I was a nun, not an asshole.
Reverend Mother, I just wanted to congratulate you.
Oh?
I haven't enjoyed Mass this much in years. What a marvelous program. Innovative. Inspiring. You are to be commended.
Well... thank you.
I can't wait until next Sunday, when the choir performs again. Did you see the people walk right in from the street? That music, that heavenly music it called to them.
Perhaps.
I must tell the Cardinal. I.11 send him a personal letter, describing your efforts, your bold new fight to keep your little convent alive.
Really?
I come here because Marty needs a friend.
Yes... you've always been that to him. But if you can't leave your booze in whatever dump you call home, you better just stay away.
So have I, actually... I wish it could always be like this.
See me around to my car, Marty, and make sure I stay out of trouble at least that long.
Remember, Al... we'll be at the RitzCarlton in Boston tomorrow night! Or at the funeral parlor. It's Stickney and
and Babcock, I remember. Now go on!
And don't open the door for any trick or treaters even if they come!
We won't!
You kids go to bed on time! You've got school tomorrow!
If you keep doing that, you're going to bump your head, sissy. Give my love to Mama tell her I'll see her Thursday.
I will be good, kids.
Ralph Houk! You can't bet a manager! Stone the crows!
Okay, okay. Dwight Evans.
Piss on him. Piss on all the Red Sox.
Mom!
Let the boy finish the game, Nan.
You all right, Marty?
Yeah.
There's a saying soandso was better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. You ever hear that one?
No.
Well, I'm not sure that was. Christ! They better get the guy.
Uncle Al, what if it's not a guy?
Huh?
What if it's some kind of monster?
What's going on at Owen's, Uncle Al?
A bunch of men getting ready to pretend they're Clint Eastwood... Marty, didn't anybody ever tell you that the only monsters are in comic books and drivein movies?
It isn't enough that the monster killed all those people that he killed Brady. Now he's got them to cancel the fair.
And the fireworks. Hand me that box, Marty.
Yeah, okay, the fireworks. Jane thinks that's all I'm mad about, but it's not. Them doing that is just a... a...
It's just an outward symbol of everything that's inwardly wrong in this town. Not bad, huh? I read Sherwood Anderson in college. I can jive that shit all day.
Well... I like it that you always know how to say things, Uncle Al.
I'll give you the telephone numbers of my exwives, dear boy they'll be interested to hear that.
Don't call me dear boy.
But you are, you know you are my dear boy.
Your mom's not around, is she?
She and dad are out back lighting the barbecue. Jane's walking around like she's King Shit of Turd Mountain. Like always.
Uhhuh. Only in her case I guess it would be Queen Shit of Turd Mountain. Hand me that adjustable.
Yeah, Winesburg, Ohio, was never like that... but I got something that just might cheer you up.
What?
Wait, dear boy. Just wait. Hand me those pliars.
You got a pilot's license, Marty?
Do I need one?
We're gonna find out. Take it down the road a ways and back. Be careful.
You gave me a heart attack, Marty. I'm dying. I hope you're happy, because you are looking at a dying man.
It really goes fast. Thanks, Uncle Al.
It goes fast, all right and if your mother finds out just how fast, Marty, I will have a new job. Singing soprano with the Vienna Boys' Choir.
I don't get you.
I know you don't. But I want this to be our secret. You get that, don't you?