Sally June Abigail May, This Is Just Too Much! (Vol. 1 Track 2)

Ray: Is it possible I can call 'em?

Peter: Oh shut up little man.

Ray: I want to call the police.

Peter: Do it!

Ray: 'Cause I don't wanna kill you!

Peter: Do it, call the police... please do!

Ray: I know, I tried and it doesn't work.

Peter: You didn't try...

Ray: I tried.

Peter: You did not pick up the phone...

Ray: I did try...

Peter: No you did not, now if you want to call the police, you call the police, and you're gonna be the one that they're gonna take away..... Shut up little man!

Ray: Don't holler at me you little fuckin' piece 'a shit! You ain't nothin' but a...

Peter: You're the one that said you wanted to call the cops, you wanna call 'em you call 'em. You wanna see what's gonna happen.... You try... You try, you're dead.

Ray: Good... I want to call 'em.

Peter: OK then call, you go ahead and call 'em. You're drunk! You just keep falling down. Now if you wanna hit me, you will be dead. You wanna call, you call. You have them come.

Ray: I'll call 'em, right now.

Peter: The telephone is here and the number is 911. You wanna call, right there, on the phone, it is 911.

Ray: Would you mind shuttin' yer fuckin' mouth, you fuckin' piece 'a shit...

Peter: Will you mind ah... will you mind doing it?

Ray: Shut yer fuckin' mouth!

Peter: Ah... the point is, will you mind doing it or shut up!

Ray: Shut yer fuckin' mouth you fuckin' piece 'a shit.

Peter: You're a weakling.

Ray: I'm not a weakling!

Peter: Then why don't you call 'em?

Ray: I'm, I'm a man!

Peter: Call 'em!

Ray: You're a fuckin' piece 'a shit...

Peter: Call 'em then... It's 911. Don't tell me that they aren't there, they are there.

Ray: Would you mind shuttin' yer fuckin' mouth.

Peter: It's 911. They'll be here right away....That's untrue and you know it.

Ray: Well you call 'em...

Peter: That is not true... you're too drunk to call 'em.

Ray: You're a lyin' son of a bitch...

Peter: Will you allow me to call them and put-

Ray: Fuck no you cocksucker! I don't want you to do anything... You are a fuckin' piece 'a shit and, and, and I despise you... You wanna fuck with me? Go ahead, fuck with me.

Peter: Nobody fucks with you because you're such a drunk...

Ray: Well don't fuck with me!

Peter: You're such a drunk and you're a weakling.

Ray: Good, shut yer fuckin' mouth...

Peter: You're a weakling little asshole...

Ray: I'm not an weakling you dirty fuckin' piece 'a shit!!

Peter: You sure as hell are. No, you wanna try? You wanna try?

Ray: I will kill you.

Peter: Oh no you won't, no you won't, you'll get to the hospital... You wanna try?

Ray: Don't fuck with me...

Peter: Don't you fuck with me sir! Now goddamn you, go get-

Ray: Don't fuck with me...

Peter: You said you were going to cook some- cook something, have some dinner and go to bed!

Ray: Good... Get, lost. Goodbye.

Peter: Don't you do this shit where you say... where you lie, when you're calling 911.

Ray: You're a lyin' fuckin' piece 'a shit!

Peter: I know how to call 911 and you're not doing it. You're lying.

Ray: You're a lying cocksucker...

Peter: You are a cheap little son of a bitch...

Ray: You're a lying fuckin' piece 'a shit...

Peter: Alright you little cheap son of a bitch. You wanna try? You wanna try?

Ray: You ain't nothin' but a fuckin'-

Peter: You wanna try?

Ray: You ain't nothing but a-

Peter: D'you wanna try?

Ray: Heh, you cocksucker you-

Peter: Whenever you're ready...

Ray: Go ahead!

Peter: Whenever you're ready... Oh no! You're the one that has to attack, not me.

Ray: No...

Peter: But I know I'll have you down.

Ray: I'll kill you...

Peter: No you won't, go ahead and try, go ahead and try... Go ahead and try!

Ray: Ata- attack me you fuckin' punk!

Peter: Try it!... Try it Mabel.

Ray: Try and attack me you fuckin' punk!

Peter: OK Mabel.. I don't attack... I don't attack Mabel.

Ray: I'll kill you...

Peter: OK Mabel, try...

Ray: You ain't nothin' but a fuckin' piece of shit!

Peter: Try Mabel, try Mabel...

Ray: You try and attack me and I'll kill you...

Peter: Try it Alice...

Ray: Don't call me Alice you-

Peter: Alright! What do you think of Mabel? You try...

Ray: Don't try to attack me...

Peter: You try and you're gonna be down on... I'm not gonna attack you...

Ray: Go ahead!

Peter: I am waiting for you-

Ray: I'm standin' here...!

Peter: Don't be a fool!...Don't be a fool little man.

Ray: Go ahead and attack me...

Peter: OK I don't attack you little man, I only attack when I have been attacked.

Ray: You ain't nothin' but a fuckin'-

Peter: You were the one that attacked me here! Ya dirty, dirty little cocksucker.

Ray: You ain't nothin' but a fuckin'- piece 'a shit..

Peter: Shut up little man, you've lost...

Ray: You're nothin'...

Peter: You've lost... you know you've lost.

Ray: I ain't lost nothin'.

Peter: Really?

Ray: I've showed you that you are-

Peter: OK, OK Alice, OK Julie, go back in there.

Ray: You ain't nothin' but a fuckin' piece 'a shit.

Peter: Bye Julie.

Ray: You ain't got no guts...

Peter: Hahahahahahahahaha... You're the one that won't attack...

Ray: OK

Peter: 'Cause you know you're dead if you do attack.

Ray: I have already proved that, I'm-

Peter: No you haven't proven anything Sally.

Ray: You ain't nothin'

Peter: Sally June! Abigail May! This is just too much!

Ray: You fuckin' piece 'a shit.

Peter: You try...

Ray: All you are is a piece 'a shit.

Peter: You try... you try

Ray: I despise you-

Peter: You try...

Ray: We all despise you-

Peter: You try...

Ray: Why should we? You ain't nothin' but a fuckin' piece 'a shit.

Peter: You're a dirty fighter, ya don't play right... and I can kill you. And you know it... You wanna try? You try it.

Ray: Goodbye, Peter.

Peter: If you wanna try... If you wanna try, you try it! Otherwise go into the kitchen and do your shit!

Ray: You ain't nothin' but a-

Peter: Nobody wants to listen to you don't you understand that?

Ray: I'll kill you you cocksucker.

Peter: You're a little man, shut up!

Ray: Don't fuck with me you fuckin' piece 'a shit!

Peter: Oh shut up little man, you don't have.. You don't have the willpower to do anything...

Ray: You're ain't nothin but a fuckin' piece 'a shit.

Peter: You're a sick little old man.

Ray: I've already told you that-

Peter: You're an old man...

Ray: I've already told-

Peter: I don't care what you told anybody...

Ray: Ive already showed you I can take you any fuckin' time!

Peter: I do... you can't though and you know it.

Ray: I'll take you any fuckin' time.

Peter: I k- a you can't, because you know you cannot... You wanna try? I'm ready! You can't take nobody, you're a sick little man.

Ray: I am healthy.

Peter: You're a sick little man, that is dying, from the same thing that you're brother died from.

Ray: Bullshit! I'm not.... I am a healthy man, you're a fuckin' piece 'a shit!

Peter: HAHAHAAAAA...

Ray: You ain't nothin' but a piece 'a shit.

Peter: HAHAHAAAA.. Why don't you shut up little man.

Ray: You wanna fuck with me go ahead! Go ahead! I'm ready for you fuckin' piece 'a shit!

Peter: No, if you wanna attack, you attack.

Ray: I'm ready to go now you-

Peter: You wanna do- a you're not doin' it... You aren't doin' it.

Ray: Why should I attack you you fuckin' piece 'a shit?

Peter: Because that's what you do you're a dirty little man-

Ray: You ain't nothin'

Peter: You kicked in the balls... you did this, up here... it's always you attacking. This time I'm saying I attack.

Ray: You asshole motherfucker...

Peter: No not an asshole motherfucker and you know it! You're a weak little, bastard that is old.. and isn't able to do anything anymore.

Ray: Not, true I-

Peter: You wanna, you wanna attack?

Ray: I'm attacked but I can kill you any fuckin' time you attack.

Peter: You wanna attack? You attack me, I don't! I am a decent man!

Ray: You're not a decent man you're a fuckin' piece 'a shit!

Peter: [cough/laugh x7]

Ray: You're a piece 'a shit! You ain't nothin', you fuckin' piece 'a shit, I could kick the shit outta you any time I feel like it.

Peter: Why don't you go to bed, why don't you go to bed, you couldn't-

Ray: OK I'm, I'm sorry you [?] tonight. I, I will-

Peter: You couldn't attack if you wanted to-

Ray: Eh! I am going to-

Peter: You're a drunk-

Ray: I am going to insist that you go out here for the night.

Peter: OK call the police.

Ray: I will.

Peter: Do it, that's what I keep telling you do it. I want you to do it, because I know what'll happen.

Ray: Well, I, I'm afraid to do it-

Peter: You keep saying what you're gonna do, why don't you do it. Look! If you think that you're right, you do it. If you don't think you're right, then quit saying-

Ray: I'm afraid to go to sleep for God sakes! 'Cause you're a crazy son of a bitch!

Peter: Really? If you feel so, there's the phone.

Ray: Fine... I'll do it.

Peter: Then you do it.

Ray: You're nothin' but a fuckin piece a shit-

Peter: You do it! E- look! You keep saying, now goddammit, you stop-

Ray: It doesn't matter!!

Peter: Stop this! No!

Ray: I know you-

Peter: No! You're saying what you can do-

Ray: No I can kill you!

Peter: Alright do it! Do it! Do it little man!

Ray: I can kill you any fuckin' time.

Peter: Do it little man!

Ray: You're nothin' but a fuckin piece a shit.

Peter: Do it little man!

Ray: I can kill you...

Peter: Do it little man!

Ray: Any fuckin' time-

Peter: No you can't!

Ray: Oh yes I-

Peter: No you cannot!

Ray: I can kill you.

Peter: You can, if you cheat.

Ray: I don't have to cheat.

Peter: You cannot, in a regular fight, you cannot.

Ray: I'm a.. I'm a pretty-

Peter: You cannot.

Ray: I'm a pretty tough man.

Peter: If you're going to call, call 'em...

Ray: OK

Peter:  If you wanna fight, let's have a fight, but you attack me, I don't attack you.

Ray: I'll call 'em then... Huh, that's terrible... shame, think that.. we're a-

Peter: Oh s- goddamn you're so drunk, will ya stop it.

Ray: I'm not drunk.

Peter: You are, you're staggering, you've been falling, staggering...

Ray: I'm not drunk at all. I'm, I am normal, you're not normal, you're fucked up.

Peter: Call the police, tell them I'm fucked up.

Ray: No...

Peter: That's right I will move out of your way, but if you try to push me, you're gonna be down.

Ray: I won't touch you... but I'm going through [?]

Peter: You do whatever you want to, I will not attack you, I do not attack a person first, and I will not, but if you try to attack-

Ray: I am going... I am going to the ahh... phone, call, shit

Peter: Very good, and I will sit and watch you do it.

Ray: Good... [?].

Peter: I will not...

Ray: I'm not going to touch you.

Peter: That's fine, but if you rub up against me-

Ray: [?].

Peter: OK, alright, very good.... The number is 911.

Ray: 911....

Peter: And if you're to drunk to call it, call the operator.

Ray: [?]

Peter: Don't tell me they don't answer because they do answer... And you tell 'em you want 'em here.

[Ray's discussion with the police is indecipherable, Peter taunts him throughout his conversation]

Peter: You know what they're getting from you? A drunk, a complete drunk. The number is 9-3-7 Steiner Street. You weren't supposed to do that when you can't even talk, that's stupid, that is stupid. You're being attacked... 9-3-7, Steiner Street, apartment three, and the drunk is calling!! He can't even talk! You can tell that lady or man, he can't even talk! He's staggering in his drunk! Nobody's going to come tah, see what you have.. Hah, my God... Nobody's going to come don't you understand that? You're a drunken fool! They don't wanna come! They have important things, where people are killed! They don't want this crap! That's fine, if they wanna come that's fine... They'll take you away. You know they have more things to worry about about than a drunk like you? .............     Oh God, I love this! If you want me to make the call to 911 I will. You bayy.. bayyka, you don't come past me. You've made a fool of yourself. They come in they're gonna hear you talking.

Ray: They know me.

Peter: Oh nobody knows you, you're a nothing. You're a nobody.

Ray: Godammit I ain't ever been-

Peter: You're a nobody, you're a nobody.

Ray: Don't say that you-

Peter: You're a nobody...

Ray: Don't say that.

Peter: You are a nobody.

Ray: Go ahead and say that-

Peter: That is what you are is a nobody.

Ray: Say that you fuckin' piece 'a shit!!

Peter: I've already said it five times you're a nobody.

Ray: Say that shit.

Peter: I've already said it five times. How many more times do I, they don't know you, the problem is the police don't know you.

Ray: Eh! You fuckin' asshole.

Peter: Oh you're fulla' shit.

Ray: Hell no...

Peter: You, i- that is not true, you know it and I know it.

Ray: I don't care what you know.

Peter: Oh shut up little man. Nobody knows you in the police department, I know it, and you know it.

Ray: Try it.

Peter: You try it... Nobody knows you, now godammit alright let's ask them, at the door. When they come, do they know you.

Ray: [?]

Peter: Let us ask them that. You say you're so important, you're a fuckin' piece of shit. I know, the people that I know, in the police department, and in the telephone company-

Ray: The only people-

Peter: And in the-

Ray: The only people that you know are fuckin' queers.

Peter: That is not true...

Ray: Fuck you you-

Peter: Alright! I will bring that to them too.

Ray: You're a god damn motherfucker...

Peter: No I'm not!!! Shut up little man!

Ray: You're a lyin' fuckin' piece 'a shit

Peter: Shut up- no I'm not.

Ray: Fuck you you cocksucker. I despise you...

Peter: You wait for till the police get here, they know-

Ray: I will wait, no fuckin' problem...

Peter: Do it.

Ray: Do it- do it yerself you fuckin' piece 'a shit.

Peter: Shut up little man.

Ray: I know what'll happen...

Peter: Shut up.

Ray: They know me!

Peter: Shut up! The do not know you! Shut up!

Ray: You god damn [?].

Peter: Shut up!

Ray: I have been there before.

Peter: Shut up!

Ray: Shut yer fuckin' mouth!

Peter: Shut up!!!!

Ray: Shut yer mouth you cocksucker.

Peter: Shut up!