Damien: Omen II

Politeness isn't
one of your strong points, Damien.

I'm sure you didn't come to say goodbye
on your own initiative.

I didn't know you were here.
But I was going to.

Were you really?
Goodbye, Aunt Marion.
- All set?
- We think so.

- I'll be right back.
- Let's go.

Now, uh... you boys have your allowance...
...so this is just a little something extra -
in case of emergency.

Hold it!
Did you say goodbye to Aunt Marion?

I did.
Aunt Marion?
Oh, Mark! I haven't seen enough of you.
- You should have come to my room to talk.
- I'm sorry, Aunt Marion.

I know, you've been so busy,
running after that cousin of yours.

You mustn't let him
drag you around the way he does.

He doesn't drag me around. I like him.
Give me a hug.
You be careful.
Yes, Aunt Marion. Goodbye.
Just a second! (giggles)
Goodbye, Dad.
Did you forget me? Are you sure?
Here, sweetheart, take some biscuits.
Have a good week.

- She's too much, Aunt Marion.
- She's awful! Why did they invite her?

So she could wag her finger,
generally ruin our weekend.

At least we don't have to have dinner
with her. God! And what's that smell?