Preacher

Ahhh!

There he is!

My latest creation.

...right.

Double rainbow!

Ahh!

No.

No, no. I said "no," haven't I?

I've told you not to...

Unh...

Argh!

You were tested...

and you...

have...

failed!

I dunno, must've been the KY or somethin',

but the thing just flew outta my hand

and straight into the Jacuzzi...

I electrocuted two of my co-stars...

That was when I realized

it was time to get out of the porn industry...

Airport, huh?

Where you goin'?

I'm gonna talk to God and save the world.

It's a bit late for that, don'tcha think?

Come on, seriously. Where you headed?

To this... penis?

It's a mountain...

or rock.

I think.

You think?

Seriously?

You up and leave me and you don't know where you're going?

These people.

Always cryin' over somethin'.

You're not gonna stop?

Hell no.

Don't you worry, Father.

That boy's either a leper, or thief or terrorist.

- Or he's just a little kid. - If you say so.

I'll tell you one thing; he damn sure ain't no Christia...

Stop the truck!

You go on, Father,

you save the world for us.

Hey...

My dog... Mister.

He dead!

What happened?

Whatcha you doin'?

Give me your shit, bitch!

Kid, you know...

I'm dead-ass right now.

Drop the gun.

Oh, no!

My dog...

Mister.

He's dead!

Hey.

Well, what now?

No, you're not getting the boots.

Patrol just reported a Custer sighting.

Send in the choppers and an assault unit

now or after the meet and greet?

Hm?

Custer's on the run, sir.

That vagina's not gonna carve itself.

Yes, yes... but for now, we have something else in mind...

We do, sir...?

Of course. Tulip.

She'll still come for the vampire...

- I wonder... - The girl's the key.

She's his weakness.

- She's always been his... - Is Frankie around?

Toscani, sir?

I may need some, uh...

surgical assistance.

So, what, you come all the way out here just for me, did you?

Is there no local torture work going down?

Globalization.

Used t'be a guy could work hard, support his family,

never leave the five boroughs.

Now?

It ain't the same.

I miss the old New York days.

'70s...

'80s.

Christ, I miss the really old New York days.

Puking behind the back of McSorley's

with Babe Ruth and Owney Madden. Ah.

No shit, you knew "Killer" Madden?

Yeah, I did. Yeah. Well...

You know, I once watched him... he put a gun up a man's arse

and just blew his brains all over the ceiling, like.

Oh, man.

That's classic.

D'you like that?

What's funny is that's exactly how I'm gonna kill you.

Attention all Grail personnel,

please update your authorization...

Tell me somethin', tough guy.

Yer friend got you all the way to the exit.

What happened?

No, I'm curious.

Why didn't you just...

leave?

Well...

You know us Irish.

Never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity.

All right, kids.

We're back.

Now.

Who wants a go?

Oh, come on.

Unh!

Oh, he's a mean one.

Hello?

Friend?

What are you doing?

Hey, in there!

Where the hell did he go?

What the hell?

Oh!

My goodness... he's a wild one!

Oh, yeah? Well, you better keep looking!

'Cause if this guy gets out

it'll be somebody else's dick on the knife.

Attention all Grail personnel,

the car wash will be open regular hours

during the Festival of Homogenous Bloodline.

W-who are you?

I am the walrus.

What do you want?!

I want you... Huh?

Proud die the Soldiers of the Grail!

Trumpet the men and the glorious fight they made.

Gunner, Pigeon Foot,

- K-Paso... - To the Grail.

Looking for someone.

Terrorist, criminal.

Been checking the local establishments.

You seen her?

She looks very scary, huh?

But no... I would, uh, remember her.

Huh.

This exactly the sort of piss pot shit hole she's drawn to.

Are you sure?

Very sure.

If I see a scary muhtal such as this?

I will say so.

Yeah...

I believe you will.

Otherwise?

This will happen.

Put down the beer and grab some Kleenex,

you babies.

I want that bitch's head on a pike!

They are looking for you now.

Um-hmm.

I mean they are really looking for you.

Good.

Damn.

Uh, a crowsfoot with a breaker bar is maybe better, huh?

You gotta crowsfoot, Kamal?

Gotta tweak the mixture on the carb.

If we lower the air/fuel ratio

we'll get more power this time round.

Won't get another chance.

Is bad job, Nissa.

To take on Masada, huh?

And very bad husband to leave with such a job.

Why not wait for him to come back?

I told you, Kamal.

He ain't my husband...

...and he ain't comin' back.

Son of bitch.

What's the problem?

Ahmad. Filthy Muslim.

Aren't you Muslim?

Me?

I am Coptic!

Guys.

All right...

Come on.

Stop fighting.

Good...

Now be friends.

What the hell happened?

I told him to "stop fighting"!

He does not speak English.

What is wrong with you people?

If I walked out on the only good thing in my life

for this bullshit,

I'm gonna be so, so...

So...

The Allfather is Dead!

Long live the Allfather!

Hear! Hear!

Are you well, Allfather?

We heard about the terrorist attack?

I'm fine.