Fresh Kill

We're sorry, your call could not be completed as dialed.

Oh no, not another one.

Been an accident.

Picked up the telephone.

Dialed the number of my equal opportunity employer

to inform him I will not be in to work today.

"Are you feeling sick?" The boss asked me.

"No, sir," I replied.

"I am feeling too good to report to work today.

If I feel sick tomorrow, I will come in early."

- Yo, Mother Mary! - Stop following me!

Stop calling me mom! You're walking too close.

You're whistling too loud!

Garbage: nobody wants it.

The barge without a heads for Equatorial Guinea,

Zimbabwe, Nigeria--

Guinea-Bissau says no...

Don't get on the ship! It's a cook book!

The barge, condemned to sail forever--

Don't bother.

It only gets channel eight when it's good and ready.

You would like that wouldn't you?

If you could spend the night here...

You'd like that wouldn't you?

Why wouldn't anyone?

Here, have some sushi.

It always used to be your favorite.

Another day, another dollar...

Is it paranoia?

Could I have one of those crab-avocado things while I wait?

California roll.

I hate waiting.

I mean New York City is all about waiting if you ask me.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is Pamela... Pamela Mandel.

But my friends call me "Pam."

What's your name?

Jiannbin, but... you can call me Eddie.

Manhattan, perhaps another?

Uh-huh. Didn't say. I think bigger next. You need to incorporate indigenous rhythm.

It's simply...

Then we got a long-term winner, baby.

World music...

One-nine-nine, what a bitch!

I mean, it started out as a two-two-seven.

Down to a point minus three, then, boom! Back up again.

All in a day's work.

Absolutely. Up the wazoo.

Your special.

Ah, Yamakazu, arigato.

The structure from the top never changes so it's never going to be any different.

Still, let me tell you, babe, okay?

There's a perfect time, and then there's a perfect time, right?

Am I? What?

- What? - What--

I mean, what's that?

There is never a perfect time.

It's a contradiction, a predilection...

a presumption, and fuck it.

It couldn't have been handled any better or worse.

Of times, best of times.

Oh, Jesus, one-nine-nine, think of it Pam.

One-nine-nine...

Started out as a two-two-seven!

Absolutely.

I'm with you all the way Brad, my man.

Check it out, Circus Magurkus is in town.

You know, those guys that wear fezzes?

Los fez de los tres. Los fez de los tristes.

They'll be there.

Piano bar, dinner, the works.

Not the same old roast beef and army-ration mashed potatoes...

You mean, it's the works?

Absolutely.

- Now, would he lie to you? - Hm, nope.

I never know what exactly I'm eating.

It's getting harder and harder to get this special, boss.

My regulars pay top dollars.

I pay you top dollars.

It's the lips.

Yamakazu. The fish that live to kiss.

It can get cold like this in Okinawa.

Mist and grayness from the ocean.

My mother made me drink plenty of tea in the morning.

Price will keep going up.

I gotta warn ya.

What's the big deal anyway?

It's the concept: lips.

Maybe not for you and me, but as long someone is willing to pay--

Suck your heart out.

More yama--

Ka-- Yama...

Say what?

- Uh... - Do you want water?

...kazu!

Bless you.

This thing the con-- the-- the-- concept high--

A fusion of fashion.

A jigsaw of music und chaos.

First, Berlin.

East, West, London calling.

Soccer stadiums raging with fans.

Yours, all. Androgynous fascists, all.

Green curry, Yorkshire pudding.

Taboo desire--

Verboten is the key!

And you're not even paying attention.

You're pigging out on sucking fish!

So are you.

That's exactly it, you know.

A bewildering befuddlement,

brimming and brewing, just beneath the surface...

the subtle sweetness...

the luscious texture of... flesh.

I got a Yamakazu for Honey... extra wasabi.

She'll love you for it.

Kid's got expensive taste.

You sure you won't get into trouble for this?

You should try it sometime.

Suck your heart out.

Aren't we lucky we're both allergic?

Whoa, baby!

Whoa, there goes the sucking fish.

Whoa, baby-baby.

Well, how do you like it?

My new look.

I did it myself. The tinting and everything.

You should let me do your hair.

What do you think?

Are you dating?

No one performs like Al.

Pa's dead!

No kidding.

Your show was fun last week.

I'm getting better.

I actually get fan mail on a regular basis.

How's work?

Play for me, Claire.

Momma needs some theme music.

Forget it, Ma!

I know when to quit.

How's Shirley and Honey?

Shareen is just fine, Ma.

Anytime you want to move back in--

We love that garage.

If not, we would've moved to Manhattan ages ago.

Well, excuse me for living.

Isn't that something?

Seventeen thousand tons a day.

Is Shirley picking you up?

Don't forget to turn me on and tune me in.

Yeah.

Yours truly, Mimi. You're on the air.

Three thousand acres, 150 feet. How high can it go?

Five hundred feet, 1000 feet?

Two hundred million-dollar clean up, my ass.

You can't deodorize Staten Island.

What are we, the armpit of Manhattan?

I'd just had a baby.

That's all I knew, Momma's a lesbian.

Oh, did Uncle Jianni put in too much wasabi?

You know, I wish Jiannbin's mom would stop sending us these toys.

She know we can buy this stuff on Canal Street?

Oh, it makes her feel good.

Fresh off the assembly line.

Are you coming with me to the memorial?

I don't know if I can take another one.

Sweetheart can you please turn that thing off?

Mimi wants us to go to dinner this weekend.

Roast beef! Canned string beans and Jello surprise!

...Investigated the possible radiation leak

from an American hydrogen bomb

that disappeared off the coast of Okinawa 24 years ago.

The Pentagon reports confirm that--

You're on the air.

This one acts like a sexual enhancer...

with little rubber nubs protruding on the head.

We're talking about big business and politics,

about the big boys in City Hall.

Little rubber what?

Nubs... for extra pleasure.

We... care.

Pentagon reports confirm that the bomb has dissolved

harmlessly on the ocean floor.

Yours Truly, Mimi. You're on the air.

I think Mrs. Cherryhome is being naive

when she suggests a fare hike.

A fare hike is an immediate answer to Staten Island's problem.

Sovereignty? We're tired of being treated like second-class citizens.

Let's cut the umbilical cord.

We needed the money, we got the dump.

The world's biggest dump.

They call it a landfill.

Fresh Kill Landfill.

I also have this for you.

It's very important.

It's lubricant...

which makes moist heat for the rubber that--

Can we get a close-up of this?

We were promised a mountain park.