our personal beliefs lift us to a higher place. 'sides, halloween is nothing but the devil's work.
i'm sorry but we don't take no part in halloween.
we're jehovah's witness. superman locks eyes with phillip.
go eat your supper, phillip.
thank you, phillip. go wake up your sisters. phillip dutifully steps down and returns to the living room. gladys works to adjust her slip, then grabs plates and silverware and takes them to the table.
it's all right, honey. phone continues to ring. cummings can't decide what to do with the gun he's pointing at butch.
nooooo!!! jerry tosses gladys aside. she collapses onto the floor. the twins instantly start to cry. phillip winds up and hits butch as hard as he can. butch picks him up, directs cummings into the kitchen with the gun and nods for jerry to lead.
phillip!!!!.  butch flips jerry the gun, tosses phillip into the passenger seat, leaps over the hood and into the driver's seat. the car starts and squeals away. neighbors, aroused by the noise, exit their homes clad in robes, nighties and curlers.
hullo.  hullo. please, sir, he's my only son. i'll give you money, whatever i can. please, i want to take my boy home! i want to.  the megaphone squalks one final dying time and shorts out. red hands it to bradley, who immediately sets it on the trunk and starts taking it apart.
phillip knows those things are against our beliefs.
i promise!
run, phillip! come here, phillip!