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♪ They ask me how I knew ♪

♪ My true love was true ♪

♪ Oooh, oooh ♪

♪ I of course replied ♪

♪ Something here inside ♪

♪ Cannot be denied ♪

- Oh, hi!

- Bye!

- Oh, I gotta pass this test!

Look!

Hi, how are you?

♪ Oooh, oooh ♪

We interrupt this program

for a King News Flash.

Authorities at the Crestridge Institute

for the Criminally Insane have requested

an all-points bullet...

♪ Oooh, oooh ♪

- He's so dreamy!

Oh, he's just the most!

Who?

Ray?

They broke up.

Oh come on, Muffy, the guy's a cop.

He has no future.

I mean, wake up and smell the coffee, Muffy!

What?

Well, Pam told me, who else?

Sure, she's right here next to me.

We are roommates, you know.

It's another inbound

with the home of the hits.

Where?

No, that was Friday night!

You're such a Gomer sometimes!

Did you see plan...

♪ Put your head on my shoulder ♪

♪ Hold me in your arms ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Squeeze me oh so tight ♪

♪ Show me ♪

- Star light, star bright, first star I...

Say, which one is the brightest star?

- Hey, haven't you kids heard the radio?

Some nut bird on the loose so I su...

Pam?

- Hello, Ray.

- Just go home, will ya?

Just go home.

- You know that cop?

- He's just someone from my past.

What about the brightest start anyway?

♪ If there's a way I'll find it someday ♪

♪ Put your head on my shoulder ♪

- I will hunt that one.

I'm telling you, it went down right over there.

Oh no, John, this place gives me the creeps.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

- Ha ha.

Johnny.

- You stay here.

- You're kidding, right?

Another update from the King Newsroom.

Police continue the search for a 35-year-old escapee

from the Crestridge Mental Institute

who officials confirm killed four orderlies

in a brutal spree early tonight.

Crestridge Police warn the man is armed

with a large fire ax and is believed to be moving West

on Route 66 toward the Corman University area.

♪ I feel so good ♪

♪ Take me by my hand ♪

- Johnny?

Um.

Johnny?

Can we go back to The Point now?

I'll even let you fondle my breasts!

♪ Well I love ♪

Johnny, I'm getting lonely out here by myself!

- Johnny!

Johnny!

I'm depressed.

Will you cheer up?

Come on, this is college life.

Throwing toilet paper in the trees, spring is in the air.

A couple of bitching guys on the prowl

for major league babes.

Face it, JC, we're dorks.

We're lameoids.

My grandparents have sex more than we do.

Well, granted, but you talk like

that's a negative thing.

- Good point, I feel a lot better.

- Yeah, so do I.

- JC, do me a favor.

- Anything, dude, you got it, you know.

- Don't try and cheer me up.

- Look, Chris, when you're depressed, I'm depressed.

I don't like being depressed, it's...

Well, you know. - Depressing?

- Depressing, yeah.

So do me a favor, okay, bud?

Cut out this being depressed shit!

Chris, this is me talking here, I'm your bud.

I love you.

We have a bond of warmth, of communication.

- Who's that?

- Who's what?

- Her, the vision, the angel, the goddess.

Ah, the one with the hogans.

Yeah, who is she?

- I think that's the Morton Salt girl.

How the hell should I know?

Hey, you, honey, toots!

Yo, yeah, what's your name?

- JC, remind me to kill you sometime.

- Kill me sometime, huh.

- Great.

Now what do I do?

- Well, um, you could always just stand here like an idiot

and not do anything.

Kidding, joke, levity, humor!

- Shit, she's going in the Beta house!

- Oh, that bitch!

I hate the Betas.

- Look, do you wanna meet her or what?

- I wanna marry her.

I hate to break this to ya, bud.

It's gonna be quite a blow but

you're gonna have to meet her first.

I know it's a hassle, but, hey,

I don't make up the rules, pal.

♪ What's been happening to me ♪

♪ You're the one that holds the key ♪

♪ I'm just choosing doors again ♪

♪ And every one's a new dead end ♪

♪ Every time I'm in this place ♪

♪ Every time I see your face ♪

♪ Every time I turn around ♪

♪ You're keeping secrets ♪

♪ You're telling lies ♪

- Bingo.

- Where?

- One o'clock.

♪ God knows I tried ♪

♪ You're in my nightmare ♪

- Great, she's with a guy!

- Yeah, but look at him, I mean.

The guy's a bozo, he's the missing link.

Chris, the man has one continuous eyebrow.

- Yeah, well, he's also got her.

- It's all positive thinking.

Now watch this, JC's going in for the main event.

Final countdown, third and 10.

This is gonna be beautiful, you'll love this.

So you're gonna come to the game with me sometime?

Um, maybe.

- Sure, it's gonna be great.

You can sent on the bench, you know, and watch me play.

It'd be great, love to have you there.

- Sounds like fun.

Yeah.

- Tiger.

Excuse me, what's his name?

- Uh, it's Steve.

- Steve, bud, how's it goin'?

Listen, I think there was a telephone call for you inside.

- Whoa, thanks, dude!

- Later, Cindy.

- Bye.

- No problem.

- Cindy, Cindy what?

- There isn't really a phone call for him, is there?

- Cynthia, my time is limited,

much like the intellect of Steve.

Now you see that attractive gentleman over there?

By the dispenser?

Well, I'm his agent and it is vital

that I obtain this information.

You see, the fate of the entire free world

hangs in the balance.

- Cynthia Cronenberg.

And why didn't he ask me himself?

- Tell him that!

- I would.

- But you have a boyfriend.

- Hey, you're cruising, man.

There's no call for me.

- Silly me, I don't understand how that coulda happened.

What was your name again?

Chad?

Biff?

Rick?

- Steve.

And I don't think you're very funny.

- Don't tell me, about as funny as a crutch?

Get it.

♪ Why does it have to be such a good kiss ♪

Give me thoughts!

- I will! - Spill the beans!

- Chill out, all right.

Gosh, okay, she knows her name for starters.

Which for a sorority girl is pretty impressive.

- Cut to the chase!

Does she have a boyfriend?

- She didn't say, but I don't think so.

- I think I could possibly be in love here.

- Course you do realize there's only one way this girl

is ever gonna take you seriously.

- Right.

If I belong to a frat, preferably this one.

- I was thinking more along the lines of talking to her.

- JC.

Bud, you're so naive!

- Eh.

- Now let me get this straight.

You guys want to pledge the Betas?

- Mm-hmm, that's right.

- Well now.

What makes you guys think you're Beta material?

Hm?

I mean, we've pretty much found

most of the guys we need to fill the roster this semester.

You'd have to have something special to offer.

- How 'bout money?

Moola, dough, the old green stuff.

Fun ticket.

Cabbage, the old dollar sign.

Come on, killeroo, I'm talking about dinars, yens, ru...

- All right already.

- Gentlemen...

The brothers and I can't make any

promises at this point, dude.

But I do have a proposal.

If you guys were...

willing to perform a little act of devotion,

some task that would prove the sincerity of your feelings

toward this organization.

- We don't have to have sex with a farm animal, do we?

- Interesting suggestion, but no.

We had something a little more...

Challenging in mind.

- Look, at least we don't have to have sex

with a farm animal.

- Hey, you might like it.

Then you wouldn't want Cynthia anymore.

- That's not funny.

- Dude, I'm serious.

- Shut up.

- So brother Brad, these guys pull this off

are we really gonna let 'em in?

- Get serious!

♪ Looked like salt water, had to get out fast ♪

♪ Leave the woman by the fire escape ♪

- Babe, where you been?

- Oh, rush stuff.

- Goddammit.

Great, I know that number.

Rudy, hi, how you doin'?

Listen, I can't remember that last digit

to the stupid security code.

Well you need the digit to get in the door.

Rudy, could you just, could you look for it?

I think it's in my notebook.

Yeah.

Yeah, on the desk, yeah, I'll wait.

Appreciate it, Rudy.

- Why can't they just have a sign?

- Oh, a sign, that's good.

What do you want it to say?

"Corpses for use in wacky fraternity pranks?"

- The morgue or something.

- Morgue, you're pretty clever.

A little arrow or something.

Come on, it's gotta be around here some...

What the hell are you doing?

What the hell did you do?

- I don't know.

Come on.

- You're kidding, right?

- All right.

No, not the blue notebook, the red one.

- This gives me the creeps.

Hey, how 'bout looking for the lights?

- How can I look for the lights, I can't see anything.

Use your hand.

Hey, better yet, use your whale radar.

You are so weird.

- Oh my God!

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!

Do you think it's taking the Lord's name in vain

to say "oh my God" a whole bunch of times

really fast like that?

- I believe you're allowed to break the commandments

in certain situations.

- How about getting the shit scared out of you

by a creepy, scary dead guy in a refrigerated coffin?

- Are you sure he's dead?

- Well, I mean, I'm pretty sure we could safely say

he's not well, Chris.

I wonder who he is.

- Walt Disney, how the hell should I know?

Let's get outta here.

- How long has he been here?

- What am I, a tour guide?

The guy's sealed up, let's go!

Wait a minute.

- For what, the cops?

JC, our stupid mission is to find a cadaver

and dump him on the front steps of the POG house.

I mean, now this guy's obviously part of some experiment

so let's just get outta here.

- I don't see any other handy takeout corpses

around here, do you?

Wait a second.

Cryogenic stasis system.

- Will you come on?

Wow.

- Ah, you really didn't do that.

- Cryogenics.

Cryogenics, Chris, do you realize what this is?

You heard of freeze-dried coffee, right?

Well this is like a freeze-dried human.

A corpsicle!

- You mean like suspended animation?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's like you take someone while they're alive

and you freeze them, and then you thaw them out 100 years

later like a TV dinner.

We are talking total science fiction here.

Ah, disengage.

- No, wait!

- That's it, yes, bingo.

I love you, Rudy, thank you.

- Is he heavy?

- Uh, yeah.

- Is he cold?

- Mm-hmm.

You gonna be able to carry him all the way back?

- Hey!

Oh my God!

- Great.

Now what?

- Okay, how about we get a couple of machine guns, right,

and we blow the windows out of the joint

and we yell, "come on in and get me, you dirty coppers!"

- I mean, everything's a joke to you tonight!

- Hey, fuck you, Chris!

Look, every single day I put up with your moaning

about what's her name and how you wish you could

fall in love again, but you're too chicken shit

to do anything about it.

And then this Cynthia girl comes along, dream girl 2001.

And I say to myself, what the hell?

I'm sure are hell never gonna get laid

so I might as well help out my best friend, right?

And then you say, "JC, help, we gotta join a fraternity

"so she'll give me the time of day."

And I say what the hell, you gotta do it, you gotta do it.

And what do I do?

I bust my ass to help you and you get chicken shit again.

And I push, and I push, and I don't give up,

and why, why?

You don't even know, you don't even care.

Because it's important to me that you're happy.

Is that so crazy?

And if we gotta act like jerks and get in trouble

in order to do that then what the hell.

I mean, it's better than acting like jerks

for no reason, right?

So, yeah, everything is a joke.

It's hilarious because if you take it seriously

you just get depressed all the time, like you are.

So fuck you!

- Yeah, well, fuck you too.

- You try it.

- You'd let me.

- You'd want me to.

- You wish.

- We done?

- I'm sorry I was an asshole.

- If you weren't such an asshole even girls might like you.

- Hey, throw me that pillow, will you?

- Freeze!

Oh God.

Thrill me.

Detective Cameron?

- No, Bozo the Clown.

- We had a call from University Med Center.

Some experimental lab has been broken into.

- Detective Cameron?

- No, Bullwinkle Moose.

Thrill me.

- Hey, Ray.

You're looking at your actual cryogenics lab.

They've had some kid's body on ice here since 1959.

- What is this a homicide or a bad B movie?

What's that?

- It was a grad student, lab technician.

He was scheduled to work here this evening.

- Looks like he worked a little too hard, huh?

I suppose Rip Van Winkle will be the other body.

Where is it?

- The other body isn't here, sir.

- What, do you have a date?

What do you mean it isn't here?

The coroner...

Jake, did you take it?

- I just got here.

- I'm confused, I was told there were two bodies.

Raimi. - Yes, sir.

- First, knock off the "yes, sir" shit.

Second, since when does a desk sergeant show up on a call?

And third, you told me there were two bodies

and I only see the one.

You do know the difference, don't you?

I know it wasn't on the sergeant exam or anything,

but if you use your little fingers it's real easy.

See, one, two!

Piece of cake.

- Yes, sir, well there were two bodies

but there was a dispatch problem and you know.

- Where were you guys?

- Well, uh, sir...

- There was a dispatch problem, sir.

- Dispatch problem.

- Anyway, look, I came down and met the night janitor.

- And got a statement, of course.

This shit is getting old real fast.

You know, I was awakened out of a real pleasant dream

to come down here.

You gonna straighten it out, Raimi,

or am I gonna play poop patrol with your nightstick?

- I screwed up.

I sent two rookies down here on a case like this,

and at some point they both went to the...

They went to the bathroom.

- All right, that's fine, fine.

Candy ass, but fine, there's just one minor problem.

Corpses that have been dead for 27 years

do not get up and go for a walk by themselves!

- Sorry we had to make it an early night, babe,

but we got some serious pledge humiliation to deal with.

♪ It was something I smelled before ♪

♪ When you wore red like you were out of your migraine ♪

♪ I feel it's something ♪

Pam, come back here now!

- Pres?

Lori told me to ask you if I could store these

in the house till Monday, is that okay?

- Well, what are they?

- Well, they're kind of brains...

For our bio class, we have to dissect 'em.

- Wait.

Human brains?

- How 'bout the basement?

- Sure.

I just don't want 'em up here.

♪ I've been strung out of love, babe ♪

♪ I never seem to get far ♪

- Hi, Gordon.

Hi, sweetie, did you come to hep me study or what?

Huh?

Where have you been, huh?

Let's go, let's go!

- Caucasian.

Unusual pallor to the complexion, what's left of it.

This that body you were looking for, Detective?

- Thrill me.

Jesus Christ.

What's this supposed to be?

- It's supposed to be the house mother's cottage.

- I know what you're thinking, man.

Knock it off.

- That look to you like it coulda been done with an ax?

- I said stop it.

That psycho disappeared 27 years ago.

You know it.

You get off on living in the past?

- Let's get him up. - Ready.

Yeah, all right.

- Now stay back, girls.

You don't wanna see this.

- She was checking me out.

- Oh, right.

- She was, she was, she was blond.

She had on a blue sweater, you didn't see her.

- Are you serious?

- Yes, she was checking me out.

- That was not too cool, bros.

- Brad.

- Okay, so we put you up to it.

But we said the Phi Omega Gamma house

not the Kappa Delta sorority.

Do you know the difference?

- It's all Greek to me.

That was a little joke, I was kidding.

- A lotta girls were seriously freaked out last night

because of you!

- Wait a second, okay.

Listen, brother Brad Skeller.

A: that whole stunt was your Nobel Prize-winning idea,

we didn't even pull it off.

We chickened out, okay?

So why don't you just get off our case

and go practice goose-stepping or something?

- Brad, stop!

What a jerk!

- Sorry, dorks.

Don't take it personal.

Comin', babe?

- I got it.

- I'm really sorry.

It's not your fault.

- We didn't do it.

We really didn't.

- I believe you.

- For the record, this is Cynthia Cronenberg.

And we're...

- Christopher Romero and James Carpenter-Hooper?

Landis, homicide.

- Well, well, well, well.

If it isn't Spanky and Alfalfa.

Either of you guys recognize Mr. Miner here?

Well, he recognizes you.

It seems Mr. Miner here is the night janitor

down at the University Med Center.

Says he saw you guys running outta there last night.

40 miles an hour.

Screaming like banshees.

Care to comment?

Okay.

Seems we also found a headless body

out in front of the Kappa Delta house last night.

A body that came from a lab in the basement

of the very medical center that Mr. Miner

saw you running out of at 40 miles an hour.

- Don't forget screaming like banshees!

- Sounds like a pledge prank to me.

A sick, twisted, psychotic, demented, deranged pledge prank,

but still possibly, just possibly in the ball park

of what you might call your collegiate tomfoolery.

You guys care to comment?

- Captain.

Detective.

I mean, we're not your fraternity types.

I personally would rather have my brains invaded

by creatures from space than pledge a fraternity.

- He's lying, we did it.

The Betas.

- Ah, the Betas.

Betas, well, that explains everything.

The Betas told us to find a body

and dump it on the steps of another fraternity.

Well, we got into the lab and we got the body

out of this, out of this thing,

and then we chickened out and ran away.

- At 40 miles an hour.

- Screaming like banshees?

- It was a nervous response.

- He means the body.

It twitched, its eyes opened.

I don't know.

It spazzed out. - Spazzed out totally.

- But I swear to God we did not move it from that lab.

And we sure as hell, I mean heck,

didn't damage it in any way.

And even if we did, Mr. Miner here woulda seen us,

wouldn't he?

Screaming like banshees.

- Hey, I'll see you tomorrow.

Screaming like banshees.

- Kappa Delta.

Hey, is Cindy Cronenberg there, please?

- Just a minute.

Cindy!

- Karen?

- Mm-hmm.

- Has anybody told her about the cat?

- It would break her heart.

- Hi.

Thanks, cutie.

Hello.

- Hey, babe, it's the Bradster.

- Brad, I don't think I wanna talk to you right now.

- Hey, hey, lighten up.

It's about those chuckleheads, isn't it?

- I mean, it would be one thing if you planned

to pledge them...

- Have a cow about it, why don't you?

If I knew you were gonna pull a downer like this

I never even woulda told you.

But that's what I get for going

with a fucking psych major, isn't it?

- Gordon!

Hi, sweetie.

Hi, Gordon.

Thrill me.

Wonderful.

- You know you love me, but you're better all day.

I want a love beast, yeah!

Oh yeah, oh yeah!

I know what you need, oh yeah!

I know that you are the one for me, oh yeah.

Anyone...

- Hi.

Hi, hi.

- I looked you guys up in the student directory.

I hope you don't mind.

- Oh, not at all 'cause we were just doing.

I was about to take a shower and the dishes home.

How's it goin'?

Wanna come in or just?

- Actually, um, would a walk be out of the question?

♪ I've been learning my ways ♪

- I know they buried it.

I saw the grave myself.

- This is excellent, Night of the Living Dead Cat!

- Look, maybe the girl was on drugs.

You know studying can get to you after a while.

- Sounds like there's a dance tonight at the student union.

- And that guy's body, the one from the lab,

it came to my window, you guys.

I swear to God.

I thought you'd understand!

I mean...

I didn't know who else to come and talk to about it.

- I do understand, I do understand.

- I'm so confused.

- Um, listen, you guys.

I really have to use the nearest facility so

I'll be right back, okay?

All right, go for it, partner.

She's misplaced her marble collection.

Definitely go for it.

- Chris, if I tell you something you promise to believe me?

- Of course.

- I think it was a zombie...

and its head exploded.

And things like slugs or something spilled out.

- Okay.

Maybe I should walk you home.

- What about JC?

- I have a feeling he went back to the dorms.

- Oh my God!

Oh shit.

Oh my God.

Ah, ow, shit!

Oh.

What the hell was that?

Help.

Light!

Come on.

Oh my God.

Ah!

- I feel really stupid.

I don't know, maybe I'm going crazy or something.

Listen, um...

There's a formal tomorrow night and um...

Will you go with me?

- What?

Really?

Yeah, but what about Brad?

- Brad's an asshole.

- I know that, but aren't you guys...

- Tomorrow night, okay?

No more weird stuff.

Thanks, Chris.

Good night.

- Zombies, exploding heads,

creepy crawlies, and a date for the formal.

This is classic, Spanky.

Tell me something, Spanky.

Do you have a high school sweetheart?

- Maybe.

- Well, whatever happened to her?

- I don't know, I blew it.

She decided we didn't ever need to talk again

and went on with her life, I guess.

Why?

- I had a high school sweetheart.

- So what happened to her?

- I blew it.

She decided we didn't ever need to talk again.

Me, I became a cop.

I'd been a rookie about two weeks when we got the call.

Highway patrol, they saw a car on the side of the road.

They called it in, we responded.

It was a couple.

Guy's body was in the woods 20 yards from the car.

My partner found him.

I found the girl.

I find her in the car, and on the road.

And in the woods.

Your high school sweetheart went on with her life.

Mine got hacked up by a nutcase with an ax.

But that's not the fun part.

The fun part's what happened next.

- What happened next?

Guess.

- The police found him?

- Close.

I found him.

It wasn't what you'd call your routine police work either.

- What would you call it?

- Revenge.

See, I tracked him during my off hours.

- By yourself?

- Oh, no no no no.

I took my 12 gauge with me.

I tracked him and I found him.

And when I found him I leveled off that shotgun

right at his chest.

Spanky, guess what happened next?

- Should you be telling me this?

- Close.

I pulled the trigger.

- That's all real exciting and everything but,

listen, I've got a midterm to study...

- I wrapped his body in a plastic bag.

I buried him in a vacant lot,

the lot right behind your girlfriend's sorority.

Of course, it isn't a vacant lot anymore.

Now the house mother's cottage is sitting

right on top of it.

- Look, detective, I don't mean to be rude or anything

but other than just kinda wanting to confess to a murder

is there a point to this story?

- Spanky, that's exactly what I'm trying to figure out.

The old man left that home

never to return again.

- As long as they can think we'll have our problems,

but those whom we're using cannot think.

They are the dead brought to a simulated life...

by our electrode guns.

You know, it's an interesting thing when you consider

the Earth people who can...

are so frightened by those who cannot.

Well, our ship should be regenerated.

We better get started.

- Thrill me!

Cameron to dispatch, where the hell are my backups?

What the?

Nevermind.

Check the neighborhood, go ahead!

- She had a dog, but it took off

the second we kicked the door in.

- We used a different stretcher for every piece

we'd be here all night.

- Forget it, give it up.

I don't see anything.

- A bit more.

- We checked the garage, we checked next door.

We checked next door.

We checked that whole side.

- And? - Nothing.

- Then check somewhere else and don't came back to me

until you find something!

- You're right, this is stupid, go.

I said go not stop!

- Still nothing, sir.

- Wonderful.

- Wallace and Teague are in the patrol car.

Dante and Di Palma are...

- Detective! - Relax, relax!

Reach out for Hoffman,

Burnett, get 'em down here. - Detective!

I thought...

Sighted the suspect.

In direct pursuit, request immediate backup.

Repeat, we have the sucker.

We got 'em!

We got 'em!

- Get the 12 gauge out of my car.

Now!

Freeze!

I already killed you.

You son of a bitch, I already killed you.

- What's going on?

- Oh, Paul, have you seen JC?

He never came home last night.

- Last time I saw him you guys took off with that babe.

- Hey, Chris, what's the tux for, huh?

- Chris.

There's one inside me.

It got in through my mouth.

I can feel it.

It's in my brain.

I don't have a pulse or a heartbeat.

I think I'm dead.

I killed one.

I lit a match to it.

It seems fire will kill them.

I'm going to the furnace room in the basement.

If I don't come back, heat will kill them.

I walked, Chris, all by myself, I walked.

I love you.

Good luck with Cynthia.

- Let's go, bros!

- Hey, Cunningham, where's Brad, man?

- I think he's bagging the formal action.

I think Cindy blew him off.

- Oh, bogus, man.

He must be bummed!

Really.

- Bitch!

What the fuck?

Hey, dog.

Did you see that thing?

- Let's go, come on.

Let's go!

We're outta here!

Let's blow this pop stand!

We're going to get done, dudes!

- What?

- They got Alfalfa.

They get in through your mouth

and they lay eggs in your brain.

And you walk around while they incubate.

You walk around even if you're dead.

Wonderful.

- Come on, you guys, settle down or I'll take your beers

away from you.

- Hi, Walt.

- Well, well, well, Detective Ray Cameron, son of a gun.

Is that really you?

- Yeah, it's me all right, Walt.

How's about you?

- Hey, can't complain, cannot complain, Raymond.

Hiya, Sport.

That's a pretty fancy set of duds you got on there.

What is it, Halloween or something, Ray?

Did I miss something?

Hey, kiddo, only kidding.

So what can I do you for?

- Well, the thing is, Walter, what I need is...

I need your basic flamethrower.

- Flamethrower?

Flamethrower?

Yeah.

- Flamethrower, Jesus.

What's the matter?

The old snub nose ain't good enough for ya anymore?

- Oh, I know, I know.

Just bring out the old heavy artillery, will you, Walt?

- I'll set you up with one bee bee gun and one flamethrower.

There you go.

By the way, you gotta watch out for this baby.

Once you light the pilot it goes out

and it plays hard to get like a son of a bitch.

Thanks.

- So, uh, if you just let me have the requisition.

Oh, well.

The thing is...

Oh, the thing is, Walter.

I, um...

I don't have a requisition form, is the thing.

- Oh, you don't.

Well, uh, geez, to tell you the truth, Ray,

that could be a little problem.

- Yeah.

It could be a little problem.

- Well, I'm so sure.

Don't everybody run to answer the door at once.

Guys.

I'm so sure.

Very hilarious, Brad.

Cindy!

Brad's here!

♪ They asked me how I knew ♪

♪ My true love was true ♪

♪ Oooh, oooh ♪

♪ I of course replied ♪

- I was gonna call you.

Look.

I'm sorry things didn't work out.

We're just two different people.

That doesn't mean it's over forever.

We just need time to think.

- Cynthia, get away from it!

Sorry, Brad.

Don't take it personal.

Hey, who are you?

I'm gonna call the police!

- You do that!

Now!

- I'm sorry.

I didn't know that it was...

Here, hold this, you'll feel better.

- Oh, I got good news and bad news, girls.

The good news is your dates are here.

- What's the bad news?

- They're dead.

- Shit.

Oh shit!

Cynthia, look, look, you squeeze this thing to fire, okay?

Jesus, Cynthia!

Try and fire it!

Do something damn it!

- Oh, don't go out there!

- So fire when I do, okay?

Are you ready?

Now!

- You, lock those doors!

Duck!

It's Miller time.

- Don't these creeps take no for an answer?

- How many of them are there?

- Come on, come on, shoot 'em!

- It's jammed!

Give me a fucking break.

- In here, come on!

- Real good, plan.

- Now what?

Brad!

Brad!

Brad!

Brad!

Get outta there!

Go!

Later, dude.

Holy shit, the basement!

What's in the basement?

- Storage, boxes.

One of the girl's science projects.

Oh my...

- Get out of the house.

Get out of the house.

Get out of the house, now!

- No, no, get out!

Get out, get outta here!

Great time to get out!

Get the hell outta here!

- Wonderful.

- Don't even think about it, you little son of a bitch.

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- 1.

Detective...

Thrill me.

- Woo! - Woo!

- Nice tux.

♪ Come let's stroll ♪

♪ Stroll across the floor ♪

♪ Come let's stroll ♪

♪ Stroll across the floor ♪

♪ Now turn around baby, let's stroll once more ♪

♪ It feels so good ♪

♪ Take me by my hand ♪

♪ Now it feels so good ♪

♪ Take me by my hand ♪

♪ And let's go strolling in wonder land ♪

♪ Stroll ♪