heard
you had some money.
Give it to the college.
No more bucks from Uncle Sam.
It's gotta come
from someplace.
It's filthy money! It's money
from depraved sources!
See what money
pleasure brings?
See what pleasure
money brings?
Thanks, my man.
I can see where
you're coming from.
She's all yours.
This is fun!
My mother's not for sale!
It's all for sale!
All for sale! All for sale!
Not my mother!
Not for the college!
Not for any money!
Not for anybody!
Not for anything!
Not my mother!
Mother, stop, please!
[All chanting]
All for sale! All for sale!
Don't go, Mother! Stop!
Listen, Mother, stop!
[Screaming]
No! No, I will not
sell my own mother!
Of course
you wouldn't, dear.
But it's a sweet thought.
[Birds chirping]
Huh.
[Sighing]
Anybody care to comment
on the concept
of, uh,
death before dishonor?
[Whispering]
Comments, anyone?
No? Good!
[Bell ringing]
(girl)
Come on, let's go.
[All chattering]
Oh, get some sleep...
Edison used to nap
in his lab for two hours,
Napoleon fought a war on four.
Greater men than me
have had less sleep.
Oh.
Oh.
(Arthur)
Son.
Oh.
Oh, son, I'm glad
you stopped by
before leaving.
Leaving?
You're... You're going
into the city.
Harmon Rousehorn's train
is arriving at 11:00.
And you have to arrange
for the caterers
for the welcome dinner here
tomorrow night,
and you have to pick him up
at the station.
Here. Uh, take the Buick
and, uh,
get yourself together.
You're a sight.
[Sighing]
[Birds chirping]
Rousehorn. Train.
Edison. Nap. Two hours.
Hey, Skridlow,
what's happening, man?
Uh, uh...
L-L-L-Look, where you goin'?
Talk. Khyber's.
Union Station. The train.
Rousehorn. Sleep.
What you talkin' about, man?
Wait, you got a meeting
with Mom tonight
at some graveyard.
Remember? You made the date,
so you got to keep it.
Where's Doctor Detroit, man?
Where's Doctor Detroit?
Doc-Doctor Detroit?
Yeah.
Doctor Detroit!
I'll make this phone call.
I'll take care of everything.
(female operator)
Information.
What city, please?
Yes, for the city of Chicago.
Number of Mom's
Limousine Service.
Thank you.
[Clattering]
Yes, I'd like to
speak to Mom.
(Mom)
Hello, yeah, yeah,
this is Mom.
[Nasal voice]
Oh, uh...
Uh, hey, hello, Mom.
Yeah.
Uh, this is the Doctor.
Doctor?
Doctor Detroit.
Yeah. I-I-I'm sorry
about the static.
I-I'm... I'm on the mobile phone
in my car right now.
And, uh, I'm on my way
down l-94.
Yeah, uh, yes, I came
all the way down
from Detroit.
I'm not very happy about it.
Now, look, Mom,
about our little meeting
tonight at midnight, I...
Um, i-it's not midnight.
It's not midnight?
No.
Uh, I know he said that,
but I can't make it
at midnight!
Of course, it's short notice.
Now, you look! I mean,
uh, uh,
look here, i-i-i-it's your
little pink plump rump
in the ringer, not mine,
so you make it 9:00, or not!
Bite it, buster!
Yeah, well,
you bite it yourself, Mom!
Bye.
Say, man,
how you gonna
get away with this playin'
on that uh, uh, uh, uh,
shit, huh?
Fear not, Sancho.
Say no more!
We must ask ourselves
what would El Zorro do
in a situation like this.
Or The Man of La Mancha?
Strategy. Purity. Bravery.
I am many.
I am one.
Yeah, you're one
crazy individual
human being, man.
Come on!
(Clifford)
Oh, oh, lift me up!
That! I want that!
(Diavolo)
What do you want
that thing for?
[Sighing]
Right.
This is the graveyard
we agreed upon.
Um, everybody,
just, uh,
stay in the car.
[Crickets chirping]
[Creaking]
[Sighing]
From inside
the jouster's tents,
the sound of the armorers
accomplishing the knights.
Busy hammers
closing rivets up,
give dreadful note
of preparation.
Damn,
he won't show!
Sure he will.
I'll give that son of a bitch
just another five minutes.
And then what, Mom?
Well, I'll wait some more.
I got all night
to kill his ass!
[Grunting]
[Clifford nasally]
Uh, all right, now.
Which one of you is Mom?
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