Mystery Science Theater 3000 · Season 4
“City Limits” · Season 4
In this episode: Crow T. Robot (5), Tom Servo (4), Joel Robinson (3), Mick (2)
It's none other than British pop star, Morrissey!... He's a little depressed.
[Frank turns to Morrissey]
So Morrissey, uh, how ya' doin'?
[turns to Dr. Forrester] He hurt me with that remark. Did I mention that I cried?
Well, I mean, c'mon Morrissey. We're basically evil, granted, but a lot of what we say is just good-natured ribbing.
Well, it hurt me. Did I mention that I cried?
This is a song that I wrote in a time in my life when I was very, very, very sad. Breakfast, actually. It's called "Hairdresser in a Coma": I cried last night, I died a million deaths. Thinking of your sweet face, and the way you sing. I cried inside, we lied and died. And then I cried again. I must have weep for hours...
[Woody and Yogi (Rae Dawn Chong), two young ruffians, are mildly injured in a post-apocalyptic gang rumble.]
I lost a tooth.
Oh Jeez, I told you to floss!
[Woody spits his tooth out as Yogi giggles with unwarranted glee.]
Gee, I'll lose an arm and you'll really crack up.
This guy's just funny, you can't explain it...you can't explain it, he's just funny.
He'll pass a stone in a minute that'll make ya howl.
[Sammy, a spastic gang member, eats cat food from a can]
It's Pussy Nibbles! It's good!
Oh, this is so offensive on so many levels.
[Mick, a rival gang leader, admonishes Woody]
You're nothin'.
Oh yeah? Well you're a... dumb... head.
I mean, back where you came from you may be somethin', but--
Nope. Pretty much squat there, too.
We ain't stupid.
Nobody's calling anybody stupid, Mick.
Not on screen anyway.
[The Clippers gang approaches a house, only to have a gunshot hit the ground in front of them]
Oh, Austin City Limits!
[Albert (James Earl Jones) is carrying out an aerial attack on the villains' headquarters using explosive-laden R/C model aircraft.]
This is F.U.N.
[Behind a security blockade a line of people are being silently unloaded from a truck and led into a building.]
No acting beyond this point. Not allowed.
The illegal smuggling of mimes. Nobody ever talks about it.
[A flamboyantly dressed motorcyclist rides in, following a series of fiery explosions.]
Okay, wait, can we all just check our scripts, please? ...oh, I guess it does say that Boy George rides in flinging molotov cocktails.
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