1:03:05
It ain't much of a home
1:03:08
but it's all I got
1:03:14
Well, goddamnit.
1:03:17
I'll be damned if I let some foreign,
graffiti-writin', soul-suckin',
1:03:22
son of a bitch in an oversized
cowboy hat and boots
1:03:25
take my friends' souls and shit 'em
down the visitors toilet!
1:03:35
In the movies.
I always played heroic types
1:03:38
But when the stage lights went out.
1:03:39
It was time fordrugs and stupidity
and the coveting of women
1:03:43
Now it's time
1:03:45
Time to be a little of what I
had always fantasized bein'...
1:03:49
a hero
1:04:02
Hello?
1:04:04
Mr. Kennedy?
1:04:06
Ask not what your rest home
can do for you.
1:04:09
Ask what you can do
for your rest home.
1:04:11
Hey, you're copying my best lines.
1:04:15
Then let me paraphrase
one of my own.
1:04:18
Let's take care of business.
1:04:20
Just what are you
getting at, Elvis?
1:04:23
I think you know
what I'm gettin' at, Mr. President.
1:04:27
We're gonna kill us a mummy.
1:04:40
Two bottles of rubbing alcohol.
1:04:44
Check.
Don't even have to toss 'em.
1:04:46
Look here.
1:04:48
Found this in the storage room.
1:04:51
I thought they kept it locked.
1:04:52
They do. I stole a hairpin
and picked the lock, baby.
1:04:55
Great.
1:04:56
Matches.
1:04:58
Check. Even scrounged up
a cigarette lighter.