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Stealing! How could you? Haven't you learned anything from that guy who gives those sermons at church? Captain What's His Name? We live in a society of laws! Why do you think I took you to all those "Police Academy" movies? For fun? Well, I didn't hear anybody laughing - did you? Except at that guy who made sound effects. Where was I? Oh yeah, stay out of my booze.

Menomestan nimi: Viisi Tähteä
Sisään kun pääsee ei huvita lähteä

Aamuun asti auki on disko
dj:kin kroppansa paljaaksi kisko

Kiima kasvaa, koirana juoksee
kieli pitkällä narttujen luokse

Pyörii, nuuhkii, puskee, kuolaa
mäyräkoira osaa hakea luolaa

Heittäydy humuun, täällä ei nukuta
huolesi viinaan ja vauhtiin hukuta

Hikiseen sumuun täysillä paina
reippaalle ruholle on tilaa aina

Tempaa mukaan uusi tanssi
huuda sekaan oma soidinlaulu
ei mitään väliä tämän katon alla
ei mitään rajaa tanssilattialla

Ole cool, ei vaan hot
ja lopuksi ehdota kunnon panot

Se on sinun jos ei tanssi pakoon
jännitys ja känni ohimoja takoo

Tällä kertaa luulit liikaa
tarkemmin kun katsot niin se ohi tsiigaa

Väärä juoma, väärä poka
onneksi on iltaa korjata moka

Ojenna tuoli äläkä huoli
vaikka liian hyvin toimii suoli

Lähemmäs vielä, mene ihan liki
lihalla lihassa on todella hiki

Valomeressä pyörii savuja
savujen takana lisää valoja
tyydyttää jokaisen asiakkaan
Viisi Tähteä tarjonnallaan

Rasva palaa pian kiinni
suonissa virtaa väkevä viini

Jää sulaa lasiin kuumaan
tempautuuko toinen yhteiseen huumaan

Yritä vielä, kaikkesi anna
jos ei mukaan lähde niin terassille kanna

Iske kiinni, on tullut aika
näyttää romantiikan tähtitaivaita

Sormet jäässä putken päässä
tiivistyy kosteus pakkassäässä

Siinäkö se oli, onko se ohi?
milloin taas avataan Viiden Tähden ovi?

Catering Boss: I'm not paying you to do... whatever it is you're doing out here.

Ricky Fitts: Fine. So don't pay me.

Catering Boss: Excuse me?

Ricky Fitts: I quit. So you don't have to pay me. Now leave me alone.

Catering Boss: ...asshole.

Lester Burnham: I think you just became my personal hero!

Life's so incomplete
Here on the street
Live in a doom town
Nothin ever change
Alway's stay the same
Live in a doom town
Doom town
People with blank stare's
No one who care's
Live in a doom town
You can never win
Living innocent
Live in a doom town
Doom town

Wayne Campbell: Tell me, when the first show is over, will you still love me when I'm an incredibly humungoid giant star?

Cassandra: Yeah.

Wayne Campbell: Will you still love me when I'm in my hanging-out-with-Ravi-Shankar phase?

Cassandra: Yeah.

Wayne Campbell: Will you still love me when I'm in my carbohydrate, sequined-jumpsuit, young-girls-in-white-cotton-panties, waking-up-in-a-pool-of-your-own-vomit, bloated-purple-dead-on-a-toilet phase?

Cassandra: Yeah.

Wayne Campbell: Okay, party.

You look nervous. Is it the scars? You want to know how I got them? Come here. Hey, look at me. So I had a wife, beautiful, like you. Who tells me, I worry too much. Who tells me, I ought to smile more. Who gambles, and gets in deep with sharks. One day they carve her face. We have no money for surgeries. She can't take it! I just want to see her smile again. I just want her to know that I don't care about the scars. So I stick a razor in my mouth and do this... to myself. And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling!




Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was....a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife,"Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth. "Lets put a smile on that face!" And..... Why so serious?

Hän kaiken aikaa flirttailee
Ja vannoo ihastusta
Mut jos et sä pidä varaasi
On silmäs täynnä kusta

Hän on paha
Hän on paha
Paha kuin raha
Paha kuin raha

Jos aiot häneen ihastuu
Hän hiukan ehkä myötäileekin
Mut pienen ajan kuluttua
Hän ryntää diskoteekkiin

Hän on paha
Hän on paha
Paha kuin raha
Paha kuin raha

Mä tiedän että häntä tarvitset
Mut joskus alkaa sataa
Hän jalat vetää sun altasi
Ja jälleen maassa makaat

Hän on paha
Hän on paha
Paha kuin raha
Paha kuin raha

Diane, 11:30 a.m., February Twenty-fourth. Entering the town of Twin Peaks, five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I've never seen so many trees in my life. As W. C. Fields would say, I'd rather be here than Philadelphia. Fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. Weatherman said rain. If you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it'd beat working. Mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, I've got to tank up when I get into town. Remind me to tell you how much that is.

Lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the Lamplighter Inn, that's on Highway Two near Lewis Fork. That was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee. Damn good food. Diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop.

Okay. Looks like I'll be meeting up with the, ah, Sheriff Harry S. Truman. Shouldn't be too hard to remember that. He'll be at the Calhoun Memorial Hospital. I guess we're going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain.

When I finish there I'll be checking into a motel. I'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. That's what I need, a clean place, reasonably priced.

kaksikymmentä hautakiveä
häväistyinä jäljiltäsi köllöttää
yössä kiirii ikkunoiden kilinää
ravintolassa jo anastit naisen lompakon
mutta vasta valomerkin tultua
alkoi tosissaan tapahtua

eteenpäin
jatkuu matka näin
tulitikut kunnes löytyy taskusta
mopo sytytettävä on palamaan
roskakatokset roihuamaan
pakettiautoon tuli tarttukoon
lastenvaunut alistukoon kohtaloon

nyt oli tullut aika naamioitua muovipussiin
vuorossa hyökkäys kuurojen kotiin
rikoit paikkoja
vaadit lääkkeitä
pieksit yöhoitajaa
metrisellä kepillä
metrisellä kepillä
pieksit yöhoitajaa!

silti se luuta sai poliisit soitettua
mutta ennen poliisia ehti ambulanssi saapua
väijyksissä odotit, ajoneuvon sieppasit
viekkaudella näin pinteestä pakenit
kännissä aikasi kaahasit
lopuksi tietysti hajoitit

eipä sitten kummempaa
taksilla kotiin nukkumaan
aamulla taasi hakemaan
taas syytät humalaa

Willie: [the kid on his lap stares blankly at him] Well, what do you want? Great. Another fucking Mongoloid. Marcus, get this kid off me before he pisses on me, all right? What the fuck are you doing, Don't fuck with my beard.
Kid: Your beard's not real.
Willie: No Shit!It was real, but I got sick and all the hair fell out.
Kid: How come?
Willie: I loved a woman who wasn't clean.
Kid: Mrs. Santa?
Willie: No it was her sister.

Kid: Santa!
Willie: Yeah.
Kid: You're bringing my present early?
Willie: No
Kid: But I never told you what I wanted.
Willie: I said I didn't bring it, dipshit.

Kid: You are really Santa, right?
Willie: No, I'm an accountant. I wear this fucking thing as a fashion statement, alright?

Sue: I've always had a thing for Santa Claus. In case you didn't notice. It's like some deep-seeded childhood thing.
Willie: So is my thing for tits.

Woman in Food Court: Look who's here! It's Santa! Tell Santa what you want for Christmas!
Willie: [yelling] I'm on my fucking lunch break, OK?
Woman in Food Court: The manager's going to hear about this.
Willie: You think you're a threat? You think you can make my fucking life any worse? Go ahead, take a shot!