Mayor Frizzoli:
[Frizzoli shows up at his sister's farmhouse frantically looking for her]
Anna-Marie! Anna-Marie! Anna-Marie!
Anna-Marie Biddlecoff:
[gathering eggs from a chicken coop]
What?
Mayor Frizzoli:
Where the hell are you?
Anna-Marie Biddlecoff:
What is it now, Mario?
Mayor Frizzoli:
You left the front door open, again. Where the hell is he?
Anna-Marie Biddlecoff:
He's out back.
Mayor Frizzoli:
I told you to keep him in the HOUSE!
Anna-Marie Biddlecoff:
Well, he's helping me. I got to do all the work myself, you know, since you made me fire everybody.
Mayor Frizzoli:
I had to fire everybody so they wouldn't know he was here!
[Lane appears from behind playing with a toy airplane]
Lane Biddlecoff:
Hello, Uncle Mario.
Mayor Frizzoli:
Shut up. All right, now, listen to me, the two of you. There's a train arriving here in a couple hours.
Lane Biddlecoff:
What train?
Mayor Frizzoli:
And on that train is Lane Biddlecoff's body.
Lane Biddlecoff:
But I'm Lane Biddlecoff.
Mayor Frizzoli:
[slaps Lane across the face]
Didn't I say shut up?
Anna-Marie Biddlecoff:
What are you talking about?
Mayor Frizzoli:
There's a stiff showing up here with your idiot son's name on it.
Anna-Marie Biddlecoff:
What?
Mayor Frizzoli:
That's right. He's no longer a living deserter. Now, he's a dead hero.
Anna-Marie Biddlecoff:
There must be some mistake.
Mayor Frizzoli:
Of course, it's a mistake, but the point is, we're the only ones who know it! Now look, when the stiff shows up, we do a bit at the railroad station, have a five-minute parade, then zap, it goes in the ground, zap, we cover it up, then we stick the moron here on the first banana boat to Venezuela.
Lane Biddlecoff:
How come I got to go to Venezuela?
Mayor Frizzoli:
Because you didn't have the sense to get killed!
Anna-Marie Biddlecoff:
That is your nephew that you're talking about! Your own sister's son!
Lane Biddlecoff:
I don't want to go to Venezuela!
Mayor Frizzoli:
You should have thought of that before you deserted!
Lane Biddlecoff:
I wouldn't have deserted if you would've kept me out of the draft.
Mayor Frizzoli:
[angrily]
WHAT DRAFT? YOU'RE ENLISTED!
Lane Biddlecoff:
[chuckles]
Oh, yeah. That's right.
Mayor Frizzoli:
Jesus, what a NITWIT!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:32