The Trouble with Angels
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:34:00
What?
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I've got the most scathingly brilliant idea.
:34:08
I think it's a stinking idea!
:34:11
- We only want to do a mask of you.
- Just your head.

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Honestly, it's like being immortalized.
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When you grow old,
you can look at your head...

:34:19
and remember yourself
in all your youthful beauty.

:34:22
Suppose somebody comes in?
:34:23
It's Saturday. Sister Elizabeth
has gone to town for art supplies.

:34:27
- Are you sure you know how to do it?
- Sure.

:34:30
And you know what, we can sell
statues of you. We'll split fifty-fifty.

:34:34
Sixty-forty, or you can go immortalize
somebody else.

:34:37
It's a deal.
:34:39
You slobs better not try anything funny.
:34:42
Me, your own flesh and blood? Really!
:34:46
Now, put the cap on, Marvel-Ann.
Shut your eyes.

:34:51
Lovely.
:34:58
- Hey, it feels awful!
- Quiet please, or we'll crack.

:35:03
Straws.
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Stick the straws up your nose, Marvel-Ann.
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We're going to look simply marvelous.
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Yeah, I can't wait for us to harden.
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Give me the hammer.
:35:36
- I'd better get Sister Elizabeth.
- I told you she won't be back until tonight.

:35:53
Large cast cutters.
:35:57
Now, Marvel-Ann, I won't hurt you.
Turn your head there a bit, dear.


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