MAX :
Adulation is a cross to bear.
God knows I know.
But someone's got to supplant our
standing in the way
of progress, Mayor.
And don't deny it,
Mr. Cobblepot, you've
got the magic.
Your charisma's bigger than
both of us. Come on down.
Oswald :
Mayor?
MAX :
Mayor.
Oswald :
Max — Elections happen
in November.
Is this not late December?
MAX :
Don't worry about it.
I want you to meet Jen and Josh,
my image consultants.
Here — Reclaim
your birthright.
Jen :
I'm Jen. Okay, let's see.
What I'd like to do first is
put these gloves on you.
Our research tells us that
voters like fingers.
So if we were to just lose this...
( disgusting sexual grunting )
We'll do it another time.
Josh :
Not a lot of reflective
surfaces in The Sewer, huh?
Oswald :
Still, it could be worse.
My nose could be gushing blood.
Josh :
What do you mean by that?
[ he BITES The Fucker’s nose
off, Iron-Mike Style ]
MAX :
Everybody, back to work!
Let's make...
...A Mayor!
[ Double-Nixon Salute ]
You're right, we missed
the regular election —
but elected officials can
be recalled, impeached...
given the boot.
Look at Nixon, Agnew.
Then think of you...
Oswald Cobblepot,
filling the void.
Oswald :
…..I'd like to fill her void.
MAX :
We'll need signatures
to overturn the ballot.
I can supply those.
Oswald :
……teach her my French
flipper trick.
MAX :
We need one more thing.
Oswald :
A platform?
“Stop global warming.
Start global cooling.
Make The World an icebox.”
MAX :
I like it. But to get The Mayor
recalled, we must
have a catalyst.
Oswald :
( lost in Delusions of Grandeur )
"You're doing great,
Mayor Cobblepot."
"Your table is ready,
Mayor Cobblepot."
"I need you, Oswald.
I need you now! "
"That's the biggest parasol
I've ever seen."
Oswald :
So we need an incident like
The Gulf of Tonkin, or
The Reichstag fire...
….You want my old friends up there
to drive The Mayor into
a foaming frenzy?
MAX :
Exactly.
Oswald :
Sounds fun. But...
...I mustn't get sidetracked, Maxie.
I have my own
things to tend to.
MAX :
"Sidetracked?" This is your chance
to fulfil your destiny
that your parents
carelessly discarded.
Oswald :
Reclaim my birthright, you mean?
MAX :
Imagine, as Mayor, you have
the ear of the media,
access to the captains of industry
unlimited poontang.
Oswald :
(gross sexual grunt )
…..You drive a hard
bargain, Maxie.
Alright, I'll be Mayor.
Burn, baby, burn!
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