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He's dead, honey, because Mommy killed him.
You heard me.
You go downstairs.
Hold it right there!
Maybe we're going to have a big earthquake.
Did you get a look at him?
Hi, everybody.
Or maybe I should grab that bottle and veg out with you.
Just a minute.
so I could get some peace and quiet.
Rod is not a lunatic, Dad.
Her hair.
What happened, baby?
I got him.
He's a musician type.
As a matter of fact...
and made a trail of it out the door...
I thought I'd see how you were.
I will, Mom.
You're the jock.
when I bring him out, OK?
Not from what, from whom.
That's just not reality, Nancy.
His name's Rod Lane.
She's going into deep sleep now.
She said she grabbed it off his head in her dream.
but I've never seen anything like this before in my life.
Meanwhile?
Hi, Daddy.
I don't know who he is...
It's OK.
I'll go even crazier?
I'm cool!
Then how do you know that somebody else was there?
Morality sucks.
What did you do to your arm?
You're nothing.
that's all it is right while you're having it.
Maybe a funeral, dickhead.
Don't look at me like I'm some fucking fruitcake!
You won't need a stretcher up there.
First day back to school after Winter Break Just 40 days until Spring Break!
The door was locked from your side!
You shouldn't talk that way about that poor child.
Mother's in Vegas with a boyfriend.
who happens to have gone through two days of hell.
It's Rod Lane bringing Lantz down...
Come on, Freddy.
Time enough for me to fall asleep and find him.
and Nancy acting so nervous lately.
Just move away from her, son.
I've heated up some warm milk for you, honey.
I heard something.
Jesus!
What the hell are dreams anyway?