St. Peter: Name?
MJ: Ummmm. Michael.
St. Peter: Michaelllllllllll?
MJ: Ummmm. Jackson.
St. Peter: You’re the one who liked to have little kids over for “sleepover parties” where they’d sleep in your bed with you right?
MJ: Well….ummm…you see….ummmm…
St. Peter: Beat it. Just beat it. Beat it-beat it!
MJ: But…I love the children…with a child’s heart!
St. Peter: You’re bad. You’re bad. You know it!
MJ: Nothing happened!
St. Peter: [chuckling] who do you think you’re talking to here kid?
St. Peter: I’m sure as hell not the man in the mirror, I can tell you that.
MJ: This is because I’m black isn’t it?
St. Peter: [laughing] Black huh? You really think so? No kid, it don’t matter if you’re black or white.
MJ: Please let me in?
St. Peter: You should have stopped before you got enough.
MJ: It wasn’t my fault!
St. Peter: Well whose fault is it? It’s not human nature!
MJ: I’m….I’m….I’m gonna kick your ass!
St. Peter: Oh yeah? You wanna be startin something?
MJ: I…I…I just….wanna be where you are!
St. Peter: You should have thought of that before you played hide the pickle with those little kids
MJ: That was never proven!
St. Peter: Say, say, say what you want, but you’re no smooth criminal, we know EVERYTHING up here.
MJ: Can’t I just have one more chance? What more can I give?
St. Peter: Don’t cry kid. We just have a very strict rule up here about kiddie diddlers.
MJ: Then where do I go?
St. Peter: [shrugs shoulders] You could go haunt O.J.
MJ: I think that guy is creepy.
St. Peter: You are not alone.
MJ: Can I go haunt MacCaulay?
St. Peter: If you ever want in here…that would be….dangerous.
MJ: So there’s still a chance for me?
St. Peter: You know the Big Guy. He just can’t stop loving you.