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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!

I've done my share of workin' out.
I wanna go some place, where I can scream and shout.
Show me the lights, where I can find
The only thing I need to give me peace of mind!

I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go Hot Rockin'

Where is the spark that kicks the air?
Where is the energy that charges everywhere?
I see the crowd, I hear the roar!
I feel my body to leave the ground and soar!

I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go Hot Rockin'!

I'm goin' out in search of the bright lights.
Somehow I feel that tonight is the right night!
I'm almost there, I've got the vibration.
It's coming strong from this generation.
My blood is hot, from now on I'm set free!
My pulse is hot, so don't try to stop me!
Cuz this is it, and I'm Hot Rockin'!

Don't let it stop, don't let it end,
Please let it carry on and on and on again.
I get so high. Knocked off my feet, yeah!
This is the only way I want, I want, I want

I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go Hot Rockin'!

It's all I want, it's all I crave.
I just do want to go Hot Rockin'!

[At the big conclave/street gang meeting, Cyrus, the boss of the street gang appears]

Cyrus: [yelling] Can you count, suckers? I say, the future is ours... if you can count!

[a couple of soldiers cheer for Cyrus]

Cyrus: Now, look what we have here before us. We got the Saracens sitting next to the Jones Street Boys. We've got the Moonrunners right by the Van Cortlandt Rangers. Nobody is wasting nobody. That... is a miracle. And miracles is the way things ought to be.

[Few more soldiers cheering for Cyrus]

Cyrus: You're standing right now with nine delegates from 100 gangs. And there's over a hundred more. That's 20,000 hardcore members. Forty-thousand, counting affiliates, and twenty-thousand more, not organized, but ready to fight: 60,000 soldiers! Now, there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town. Can you dig it?

Gang Members: Yeah.

Cyrus: Can you dig it?

Gang Members: Yeah!

Cyrus: Can you dig it?

Gang Members: YEAH!

[shouting and Cheering]

...

Cowboy: [winded, running from the Baseball Furies] I can't make it.

Ajax: Are you sure?

Cowboy: Yes, I'm sure...

Ajax: Well, good! I'm sick of runnin' from these wimps!

Scornful, relentless memory
Ripped of all but drive
Undressed by betrayal
Zero tolerance for the souldead
Wish I was the violence,
Inflicted upon you

Fuel for Hatred - air raid siren
Fuel for Hatred - to mankind

Little you,
Still like a claw in my eye
Pulsating organic rage
I should have let you off of the hook
Mind drifts
Into dynamic pain
Universal onslaught
I'm on my own (One soul, one hate)

Fuel for Hatred - air raid siren
Fuel for Hatred - to mankind

Damnation, holocaust
Devil horns for you to ride
Time for the angel
To spread his wings and fly
World opponent,
Wishmaster of gruesome pain
Stormtroops' frantic fury,
Demoniac spitfire!

Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot
I hate you
To a level of intoxication
Don't feel alone,
I've got enough
I wish you slow death,
Slow death by grinding

Fuel for Hatred - air raid siren
Fuel for Hatred - to mankind

[Batman gets a dose of the Scarecrow's nerve gas]

The Scarecrow: Having trouble?

[Batman falls onto a chair]

The Scarecrow: Take a seat.

[splashes Batman with alcohol]

The Scarecrow: Have a drink.

[nightmarish images of the Scarecrow, bats, and the shooting play in his mind]

The Scarecrow: You look like a man who takes himself too seriously.

[lights a lighter]

The Scarecrow: You want my opinion? You need to lighten up.

[Scarecrow sets Batman on fire]

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah

Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

[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.