“That’s concentrated evil…”
And now my story:
When I was in High School. I was using the lavatory facilities in the locker room and created something fierce. I left the stall and announced, “Be very careful. That’s concentrated evil.” There was a muffled spattering of chuckles.
A contract with God.
Be sure to read those.
There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.
Just as there are now. 
Any worse or better than one with the devil?
“Sunday joint? It’s Thursday!”
I hope his parent’s had life insurance.
Kevin is an orphan under God’s protection, of course.
“Mom, Dad! It’s Evil! Don’t touch it!”
And so, of course, what’s the first thing they do?" :rolleyes:
His parents aren’t dead.
They’re hermit crabs. 
George Harrison!!
I forgot he plays out the credits.
Yeah, see. I didn’t know who Gilliam was. What Monty Python was. That ending just sucked to me. d:
Nice tidy little ending… NOT!
No you see their smoldering remains as the camera backs away…
It’s about the journey, not the destination. :rolleyes:
Tomorrow or the 26th?
Nvm. 26th. d:
God: Suffering first, Joy evermore
Devil: Joy first, Suffering forever
Definitely worse.
The Devil is bound by the contract.
God, like Darth Vader, often alters the deal. You have to pray he doesn’t alter it further.
I always imagined Connery adopting Kevin again, it seemed the perfectly symmetrical ending to me.
I thought that tonight when I saw him as the fireman.
I SAID… they’re hermit crabs.
La la la, not listening. :rolleyes:
And he can be raised as the prince of the fire department. 