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Multiplex Morons
Disc 2, Track 16
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Multiplex Morons is the thirty-seventh prank call in the Crotchety Old Man Call series.

TranscriptEdit

(ringback tone)

Woman: Good afternoon, (censored) Multiplex, how can I help you?

Milton: Oh, thank God you've answered! Is this the movieplex?

Woman: Yes it is!

Milton: I need to speak to the manager, not some minimum wage floor sweeper!

Woman: Hold on.

Milton: Get me the manager! I don't need some snack bar ho!

(line starts playing That Don't Impress Me Much by Shania Twain)

Man #1: Thank you for holding. How may I help you?

Milton: Yes, is this the manager?

Man #1: Yes, it is.

Milton: First of all, I had Shania Twain blaring in my ear while I was on hold. That is unacceptable- she dresses like a prostitute! Do you realize that?

Man #1: Yes, I'm sorry.

Milton: Now- I need to rent the theater.

Man #1: Okay...

Milton: I want to rent the entire theater for next Wednesday, three o'clock for Star Wars.

Man #1: Okay, um, all rentals have to go through our, um, home office-

Milton: (talking over the man) Da-da-da-da-da! Mmm-DA-da-da-da-da-da! Ba-ba-ba! No! I'm not dealing with a home office! It's time for you to step up to the plate and make a management decision.

Man #1: I'm sorry, it's just the way it's always been done.

Milton: I need the entire theater. My son Chauncey is 15 years old, 550 or 575 pounds now, and he cannot interact with other patrons.

Man #1: Alright. I understand that-

Milton: He's been expelled from school, he has a violent temper, anger management problems, he belches, passes gas, and he spits at people at will. He's on medication- doesn't work. In fact, I just had to go to the sporting goods store and we had to get him a hockey mask to prevent him from spitting at people.

Man #1: (laughing) Okay....

Milton: Oh, you think my dillema's funny, do you?

Man #1: No, I'm not. I'm sorry.

Milton: I have a living hell going on here and you're laughing at me!

Man #1: No, I'm not. I apologize.

Milton: Okay, get your pad and paper ready- you got three seconds.

Man #1: Okay.

Milton: One, two-

Man #1: Go, go, go...

Milton: Here are my demands for the theater. Write these down- number one: I need to rope off the entire theater with security guards...to make sure no one else goes in. I can't afford the liability in case he spits at somebody or bites them.

Man #1: Mm-hm.

Milton: Okay, number two: I need you to unbolt between twelve and sixteen seats in the center of the theater cause we're going to be bringing in our own couch.

Man #1: Okay, hold on please, I'm sorry.

(line moves to someone else)

Man #2: What can I help you with?

Milton: Who is this now?!

Man #2: Mr. (censored).

Milton: And what do you do?

Man #2: I'm a manager...

Milton: Well, who was the idiot I was just talking to?!

Man #2: I don't know...is there something I can help you with?

Milton: What's that racket in the background?!

Man #2: Uh...the projection booth.

Milton: Well, I can't hear a word you're saying! I got a list of demands cause I'm renting the theater next Wednesday for Star Wars!

Man #2: ....hold on a second, please.

Milton: Holy crap! How many people am I gonna speak to at this place?!

Man #3: Hello, it's (censored), can I help you?

Milton: Yes! How many people am I gonna speak to over there?!

Man #3: What do ya need?

Milton: I'm renting the theater next Wednesday for Star Wars!

Man #3: No, you aren't! We're not even rentin'!

Milton: I already have it all hooked up. It's all hooked up. I'm renting the theater for Wednesday at three o'clock for Star Wars! Where can I set up the barbecue grill?

Man #3: The barbecue-you can't barbecue inside the theater!

Milton: No, I was told I can barbecue inside the theater.

Man #3: No, you can't. That's against fire rules.

Milton: No, I was told by the main office, I'm bringing my big barbecue and all-

Man #3: You'll just have to take that up with the fire marshal, that's all I can say. We have to have clearance from him.

Milton: No! You can take it up with the fire marshal because your home office, your district ma-

Man #3: No, it's the customer's request, and that's your demand, and uh..you don't have to...clear that-

Milton: Bup! Bup! Bup! Bup! Listen here, film flunkie! I'm bringing in the barbecue grill, and what are you gonna do about it?!

Man #3: Well, I'm callin' the police!

Milton: Dooooooh! You're scaring me! Oh! I got the Darth Vader talking helmet!

Darth Vader helmet: (in distorted, cracking voice) "Luke, I am your father....May the force be with you...."

(distorted groovy rendition of Star Wars theme plays from helmet)

Milton: Listen to the high quality stereo audio! Okay, that's enough! Turn it down, turn- turning it down! Alright, plus the fact, we're bringing our pet monkey into the theater!

Man #3: No, you can't.

Milton: Oh yeah? Well, I'm bringing our pet monkey in the theater or else I'll take a lightsaber and jam it up your keister!

(man hangs up)

Milton: Hello? Hello! Hello!!!

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