>INTERROGATE JERRY
FERN:
So..."Jerry"...let's try that again. What do you know about the "Parliament of The Old Flesh?"
So..."Jerry"...let's try that again. What do you know about the "Parliament of The Old Flesh?"
JERRY:
I know you're not clever enough to stop them...and that's really saying something.
I know you're not clever enough to stop them...and that's really saying something.
FERN:
Stop them from what? Sucking everyone and everything into one big monstrosity, right? How? Why?
Stop them from what? Sucking everyone and everything into one big monstrosity, right? How? Why?
JERRY:
Because it's how things are supposed to be, you bloated twit. If you only wanted me to state the obvious, I've already called you a bloated twit.
Because it's how things are supposed to be, you bloated twit. If you only wanted me to state the obvious, I've already called you a bloated twit.
FERN:
Not the answer I wanted, Jerry.
Not the answer I wanted, Jerry.
JERRY:
Indeed.
Indeed.
MAGDOLENE:
C'mon, Jerry, yer bosses ain't listenin, are they? Reckon ya wouldn't keep callin' em a buncha knuckleheads if they were.
You can tell us anything...we ain't gonna tattle.
C'mon, Jerry, yer bosses ain't listenin, are they? Reckon ya wouldn't keep callin' em a buncha knuckleheads if they were.
You can tell us anything...we ain't gonna tattle.
JERRY:
Sighh. If they've ever checked their bloody suggestion box, they already know bloody well how I feel.
We have nothing to discuss. Anything you need to know so badly, you'll technically know once we're all finally the same bloody thing.
Sighh. If they've ever checked their bloody suggestion box, they already know bloody well how I feel.
We have nothing to discuss. Anything you need to know so badly, you'll technically know once we're all finally the same bloody thing.
FERN:
Jerry, I am not screwing around here. I don't think you want to find out what I'd do to get some straight answers.
Jerry, I am not screwing around here. I don't think you want to find out what I'd do to get some straight answers.
JERRY:
Oh, by all means, knock yourself out. Why not hurl me into the abyss? You could get out all your little frustrations and I could get out of having to smell you.
Oh, by all means, knock yourself out. Why not hurl me into the abyss? You could get out all your little frustrations and I could get out of having to smell you.
MAGDOLENE:
Aw, shucks, Fern! Go easy on the lil' fella! He's got it hard enough...don't ya Jerr-jerr? Bein' yer own thing's just the worst for ya, ain't it?
Aw, shucks, Fern! Go easy on the lil' fella! He's got it hard enough...don't ya Jerr-jerr? Bein' yer own thing's just the worst for ya, ain't it?
JERRY:
Don't patronize me, sleazy. You have, sincerely, NO idea. NO idea. You have no context. You cannot possibly imagine the obnoxiousness of having to watch while most of what you ought to be is being borrowed by a near infinite continuum of bumbling morons. Please, don't try...I can't stand the sound of an ENTIRE brain cell firing.
Don't patronize me, sleazy. You have, sincerely, NO idea. NO idea. You have no context. You cannot possibly imagine the obnoxiousness of having to watch while most of what you ought to be is being borrowed by a near infinite continuum of bumbling morons. Please, don't try...I can't stand the sound of an ENTIRE brain cell firing.
FERN:
Sounds pretty rough, Jerry.
I'd hate to leave you existing even harder if, say, your Parliament failed.
Sounds pretty rough, Jerry.
I'd hate to leave you existing even harder if, say, your Parliament failed.
JERRY:
What's that even supposed to mean? You're out of your element, grey-mammal. Shouldn't you be mashing rocks together in some dirty hole, somewhere?
What's that even supposed to mean? You're out of your element, grey-mammal. Shouldn't you be mashing rocks together in some dirty hole, somewhere?
FERN:
I have friends here, Jerry. I schroded the entire computer system. I turned a guy into a coffee cup. Who's to say I couldn't have them plop you into...sssomething....something that'll REALLY suck!
I have friends here, Jerry. I schroded the entire computer system. I turned a guy into a coffee cup. Who's to say I couldn't have them plop you into...sssomething....something that'll REALLY suck!
MAGDOLENE:
A SPLEEN!
A SPLEEN!
JERRY:
*HRK*
*HRK*
FERN:
Um...y-yeah!! Maybe, uh...maybe BUNCHES of them!
Um...y-yeah!! Maybe, uh...maybe BUNCHES of them!
JERRY:
*GUK*....you....you wouldn't even have the guts for it. You're soft.
*GUK*....you....you wouldn't even have the guts for it. You're soft.
FERN:
Oh?
I literally have -NO- idea what it would mean for you...which makes it literally impossible for me to care .
I'm too stupid to even dream of how hard your poor, pitiful existence is, aren't I?
Oh?
I literally have -NO- idea what it would mean for you...which makes it literally impossible for me to care .
I'm too stupid to even dream of how hard your poor, pitiful existence is, aren't I?
JERRY:
I...I don't care. It doesn't matter at all, since they won't fail.
In fact, I've just remembered that there's SO little hope of you halting the Parliament's inevitable success, that I may as well tell you whatever you like for my amusement. I would almost feel sorry for you, if this all wasn't so terribly, terribly funny, of course.
I...I don't care. It doesn't matter at all, since they won't fail.
In fact, I've just remembered that there's SO little hope of you halting the Parliament's inevitable success, that I may as well tell you whatever you like for my amusement. I would almost feel sorry for you, if this all wasn't so terribly, terribly funny, of course.
