Parallel Time: We must free the Great White Crow

We must free the Great White Crow.

Sleeps with the fishes

Oh. You're back. What happened to "the package"?

Delivered.

Do I want to know the details?

You do not. ... Let's just say the package sleeps with the fishes and leave it at that.

Are you my virgins?

I just wish he would pull up his zipper

I am deeply ashamed of my terrible actions. I came here to accept the full responsibility for what I've done.

I think he's telling the truth. What do you think, Arnold?

These things happen sometimes, Dominique. Too much is made of it. I blame the media.

Yes, the media! The media are pigs. They blow everything out of proportion.


The media should be terminated. Rep. Weiner seems very sincere to me. He's taking responsibility. I think he should be rewarded for his courage.


I was thinking the same thing. He deserves a medal! He was just having a little fun. ... Hey, say "I'll be back."
I'll be baaack.

I love that! Let's send Rep. Weiner a text offering our support. Say something like "Hang in there, buddy. You'll be baaaack."

That's a good idea. His apology was very impressive. ... I just wish he would pull up his zipper.

This is where you get off

It's very kind of you to offer me a ride to my heaven, Santa.

Any time, friend. It's hectic up here. Things get mixed up all the time.

I guess they weren't expecting me.

No, I'm sure they weren't. But I called over there myself and straightened everything out. They're rounding up your virgins as we speak.

Excellent. I can hardly wait. Are we almost there?

We're very close.

That looks like the ocean down there.

Doesn't it though?

Are you sure we're going the right way?

Absolutely. In fact, this is where you get off, asshole.

So far, I don't care much for heaven.

That's why you have me

Bubbles, please tell the gentleman that he has come to the wrong gate. The heaven he is looking for is down the road a ways.


Tell him to turn left at Cloud 9.

Cloud 9. Good one.


Sir? He says he was already there and they turned him away.

Turned away? Hmm. Then he probably doesn't belong up here at all. Tell him to stay put and we'll look into it. Where is St. Peter?


He's in Allentown with St. Michael.

Marge again. ... Did you get this guy's name?


Yes. ... A Mr. Bin Laden.


Son of a bitch!

No way! Just tell him to go away. He's definitely come to the wrong place.


How did that bastard even get to the pearly gates?

Burial at sea. Screws everything up.


We have to kill him.

He's already dead.


So what? We kill him again.

I don't kill people, Santa -- dead or otherwise -- no matter how evil they are. Remember the 6th Commandment?


That's why you have me.