大麻狂热 (2005) 6.0

Sally DeBains: So, how tall are you, Jimmy? Jimmy: Five feet, nine inches. Sally DeBains: Let's forget the five feet and concentrate on the nine inches. Jack Stone: Quit squawkin'. You got more static than the radio. Mary Lane: Bunnies? I don't know what you're talking about but I like the sound of it! Mary Lane: I think I've been shot! [collapses, Sally screams] Sally DeBains: She fell down! Mary Lane: Say, is this a fraternity sweater? Is Jimmy hanging out with college boys? Ralph Wiley: Why, yes, yes, he is. We at Phi Beta Cannabis were so taken with Jimmy, we decided to pledge him... early... while he's still in high school... to avoid the rush. Mary Lane: Well, that's the bee's knees! Wait 'til that Suzy Mayberry hears about this! Ralph Wiley: Let's celebrate... with a smoke! Mary Lane: Hold on! This isn't that reefer I've read about, is it? Ralph Wiley: Oh, no, of course not. This is a special cigarette. All the rage with the college girls... in Paris. Mary Lane: Paris? Ralph Wiley: Oh, yes. Mary Lane: Well, if I'm going to be dating a fraternity man... [Ralph shoves a reefer stick in her mouth] Lecturer: A little orphan girl once told me that the sun would come out tomorrow. Her adopted father was a powerful billionaire so I suppressed the urge to laugh in her face, but now, by gum, I think she may have been on to something! [last lines] Parents: It's time for parents to take a stand / For the preservation of this great land / 'Till the things that scare us are burned or banned, / Or smashed to smithereens! / And once the reefer has been destroyed, / We'll start on Darwin and Sigmund Freud, / And sex depicted on celluloid, / And communists and queens! Lecturer: When danger's near, exploit their fear! Parents: The end will justify the means! [Ralph, hallucinating, opens a closet door and sees Satan sodomizing Mary] Mary Lane: Remember me, Ralph? I've been sent to hell! A pubescent edition of Jezebel. It hurts a lot to bend! But, at least, I've made a friend. Ralph Wiley: Shut up! Satan: You murdered her, Ralph! Mary Lane: Murdered me! Ralph Wiley: Murdered you! Jimmy: Murdered me! Ralph Wiley: Murdered them! Jack Stone: [to Mae] What's eating him? Ralph Wiley:

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Jack! I saw Satan! And the kid. And Satan! And the girl. And *Satan*!

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Jimmy: Mary Jane, oh Mary Jane. You conquered me like Charlemagne. Sally DeBains: Yes, I'm waiting for your business in this carnal carnivale. Take a one-way ticket to the Bacchanal. So come on Jimmy, come on give me, *reefer love*! Jimmy Harper: There's blood on my hands, and mud on my name. My id threw a party and everyone came. My innocence ravished, my virtue devoured, I can't count the strangers with whom I have showered! Mary Lane: [singing after smoking a joint] I feel a little naughty. Ralph Wiley: Baby I'll help you relax! [giggles] Mary Lane: I'll tie you up with phone cord. We'll play with whips and nipple clips and candle wax! Ralph Wiley: Now hold on, Mary Sunshine. Let's not get carried away! Mary Lane: Just call me Mary Juana and Mary's got some scary little games to play! I'll lather you up... Ralph Wiley: Who, me? Mary Lane: And give you a shave... Ralph Wiley: *Shave*? Mary Lane: I'll paddle you while straddling my little slave! Ralph Wiley: Hey, now! Mary Lane: Down on your knees! It's pointless to fight! Save your strength, it's gonna be a lengthy night! Ralph Wiley: Help! This crazy tomato's raping me! Ralph Wiley: [shouting at the radio's report of Jimmy being executed] Shut up! Mae Coleman: We can't just let Jimmy die. Ralph Wiley: Shut up! Shut up! Sally DeBains: Look, the kid's yesterday's headlines, and there's nothing we can do about it. When's Jack bringing some more boys home? Ralph Wiley: [overturning the table] Shut up! Shut up! Sally DeBains: You shut up! What're you? Nuts? Ralph Wiley: [crazy look] I'm... *fine* Perfectly... in... control. Mr. Paul Kochinski: You can't believe everything you read and that don't make me a commie! Lecturer: Mr. Kochinski, Mr. Hearst is a fine American businessman and a graduate of Harvard University. Where did you matriculate? Mr. Paul Kochinski: Huh? Lecturer: Ma.tric.u.late. It means where did you go to college? Mr. Paul Kochinski: Well... I... I didn't. Jesus: Jimmy. Take a hit of God instead, you think you can handle the high? Eh eh eh. Mary Lane: Jimmy, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? It's almost nine p.m.! Sally DeBains: Join the wonder dance. Lose the underpants! Jimmy: No! <

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a name="qt0234691"> Ralph Wiley: Help! This crazy tomato is raping me! Mae Coleman: Though the fun sometimes escapes me when Jack gets stoned and rapes me! Jimmy: I've got a new god now! Mary Lane: Don't you run! I'm not done! Can't you tell we've just begun? What's your rush? You're not having fun? Ralph Wiley: No, I'm really not! Mae Coleman: Aww Jack, this kid can't be more than 15. Jimmy: Oh 16, madam. Mae Coleman: The name's Mae. And a madam runs a different kind of house. Sally DeBains: What a night. I was in more laps than a napkin. Sally DeBains: Tonight you and me are gonna break out like the measles! Lecturer: Do your children enjoy jazz music? For I am here to tell you that Cab Calloway, Dizzy Gillespie, Duke Ellington, and the whole weed-blowing ginger-colored lot are merely masquerading as musicians and are, in fact, agents of evil. Reefer slows down the smoker's sense of time, allowing him to squeeze in unnecessary grace notes, giving this voodoo music the power to hypnotize white women into indulging in acts of unspeakable degradation. Mary Lane: Is your finger swollen? Are you putting on weight? Jimmy: Maybe. Lately, I seem to be hungry all the time. Mary Lane: A moment on the lips, forever on the hips! Mae Coleman: You once had all the brains now they're just carpet stains! Mae Coleman: The kid's a goner! They're gonna make him pay for the stuff! Jack Stone: Here! [hands Mae a joint] Jack Stone: Simmer down, will ya? Mae Coleman: I've seen my honor rolled up and burned away with the stuff! Well, it's gotta stop! [Jack grabs her breasts from behind] Mae Coleman: Let go of me! Jack Stone: What? I'm trying to comfort you here. Mae Coleman: I said, let go! [yanks Jack's hands off her] Mae Coleman: I should show him the door. He treats me like a whore! I don't need Jack no more or the stuff! [throws the joint to the ground and stomps on it] Jack Stone: [slaps her] Dumb slut, that was a half a jay of good mooter you just wasted! Mae Coleman: I know. [picks up a garden hoe and starts twirling it] Jack Stone: Hey, what are you doing with that garden hoe? Mae Coleman: Taking care of a big... fat... weed! Jack Stone: Alright, that's it. [takes out a gun]