kiss! the devil's music!
jeremiah! jeremiah bruce! you get out here this instant!
now!
the devil's body count, that's what's up! don't you know what kiss stands for? "knights in satan's service!"
jeremiah, what are you doing?
you're going to be late if you don't hurry up and change soon.
it's dirty laundry for one thing and for another, you still haven't worn the clothes i bought you. you're skating on thin ice already, young man, so i wouldn't push my luck. now get out of those rags.
besides, those jeans are so tight i can see your penis.
someday you'll see the futility in forging a musical career with those idiots.
now don't forget you're on the honor system tonight. i'll be home a little after one and if you've been partying or playing that satanic kiss music.  well, need i remind you of the consequences?
you're a smart boy, jeremiah. and so handsome.
i made an appointment with father phillip mcnulty at st. bernard's. we're to see him directly where he will register you on the spot.
what else can i do? oh, records and magazines and comic books are one thing, but tickets? tickets? jeremiah, do you realize what this means? that you're no longer content merely hearing their awful songs or looking at photos of their horrific faces! now you want to see the devil in the flesh. you want to reach out and touch pure evil.  and in detroit no less!
and if the "guys" have parents who truly love them, they will elevate me to sainthood for getting rid of these blasted things.
it's been a long time coming, son, but you're finally going to get the kind of discipline you deserve.
someday you'll have a son just like you, jeremiah. a boy who lies through his teeth, buys demonic records, and smokes the dope just like you.
what?!
if you truly are sorry, son, then you better pray like you've never prayed before. god willed me to find those tickets because he wanted to hear from you. he knows you need help and he wants you to ask him for it.
again, many thanks and praise to you for seeing jeremiah on such short notice.
god bless you, father mcnulty.
i don't know how you got here tonight and i don't want to know either. all i know is you're going to pay dearly for this one, young man!
just keep your lying, heathenous trap shut, jeremiah.
can we talk, father? i'm desperate. my son was about to defy god by going to that blasphemous kiss concert.
now it's been a while since my boy had holy confession. could you?
it's about time you gave up on that stupid dream once and for all. no son of mine is going to be a career musician.
thank you, father. i'll be back for him before you know it; after i take care of some unfinished business.
drumsticks are the least of your worries, young man. you are in a world of.
jeremiah.  what's gotten into you?