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It belonged to my dad. |
I don't know no Buzz Fazeli. |
Look Sid, a Buzz Burger. The Faz's favorite lunch. Sid reaches for the plate. Buzz walks over to the booth and pulls his burger away from Sid. |
Hey, cut it out Sid, that tickles. I'm serious! You guys are related, right? |
He's my dad. |
Heh, heh, heh. |
You said it would be unethical to help me. You call dwarf bowling ethical! |
Sorry about your loss. |
I should've pegged you guys for bowling dicks from day one. |
After we ID, we bury the body. Case and casket closed. |
You tried to make it look like Junior trashed his place. Junior's underground in that coffin you dicks put him in. |
It's splitsville for you. |
You a minigolfer? |
Nope. |
Paradise, huh? Might be one of the new puttputts off route 99. Theo turns to leave. |
Can I get you something for the road? |
You have orange whips? |
Orange who? Not from 'round here, are ya? |
No. I'm from Akron. |
I'm an addict. I can't go through a day without the stuff. Theo reaches over and pours for him with a steady hand. |
You're not from around here, are you? |
I'm from Akron. |
I'm looking for a man. |
What kind of man? |
A bowler. |
99 years, 241 days, 15 hours, and 20 minutes of no bowling. Alfie shuffles up to the selfserve island and begins wiping it down. |
Find your bowler? |
Yeah, but it didn't go so good. He wasn't the man I thought he'd be. Theo is trying to affix the lid on his cup, but his hands are trembling, spilling some of the coffee. |
My father used to say to me "Never..." no, hmmm. "Always..." No, no... Ah! Love and hate are blood relations. |
Maybe I should have left the ball in the car. |
Did you hear about that bowler who got smeared? I saw them pull a body bag out of the alley. I heard he was kacked but good. They had to take apart the pin machine to get him out. |
The pin machine? |
Just like Junior did the last time; lane six. All's I know is it's gonna be a closed coffin. My advice to you is to lay low. He puts on a pair of dark 7Eleven shades, flips up his collar and skulks away. |
Officer Taylor, how are you this evening? |
Mac. What's shaking? |
Mac, I have a favor to ask you. Mac looks at Taylor |
Certainly. If you need anything, please feel free to ask me. Just a reminder we have fabulous cuisine available |
Yes I know all that. Mac, I need you to help us out with a little technical problem. |
Certainly. I have a full working knowledge of the ships operations. |
Right, I understand that... |
I need you to actually do something for me. I need to access your CPU, directly. |
That will not be necessary. You can simply speak to me. I understand most languages fluently. |
Yeah but the ship's mainframe doesn't. I need you to tell it something. |
Alteration of my central processing unit should be done only by an authorized service dealer. |
I know but we're in a bind. |
Now Mac, can you tell me the status of this deck? |
One moment please... one moment please... |
But the corridor outside this door is open, correct? |
Yes. You can enjoy some wonderful views from there. |
Mac, what about the suit compartments on this level? Can they be accessed? |
I'm sorry. The suit compartments are in a nonoxygenated, zero gravity atmosphere. I'm afraid that's off limits to all passengers. |
Ok Mac... I'll talk to you on this. I want to find a way to get to the bridge, then I want you to come back. |
Certainly. Anything I can do to be of service. |
How is it looking, Mac? |
I would recommend a maintenance crew in this sector. |
Is it safe for human transport? |
That's affirmative. |
Look. We're talking about life and death here. I don't know why we're even having this conversation. |
Well what would you know about it? You don't have anything to lose. |
You're gonna give him those bank codes, you know why? Because I'm telling you to, that's why. I'm not losing my life over some greedy pig. |
Who are you calling a pig, rummy? |
I haven't quite made up my mind yet. |
I'll tell you what you're gonna do. You're gonna stay put like Taylor said. |
Again with the orders from you! You got a Napoleon complex chief, and I'm getting sick of it! |
What are you going to do about it? |
I tell you, something's not right here. How do we know they're not going to use the pod for themselves? |
Because, Taylor wouldn't do that, that's why. |
What makes you so sure? |
What the hell is that? |
The engines! |
I'm homesick. |
Homesick? It's only been two days! |
We should have gone to Nassau. At least we could go swimming, lie on the beach. |
Ah hell we can always do that. Listen believe me, once we get to the moon, your tone is going to change. |
How is it going to be different from this? Go see some boring footprint under glass? |
Look you were the one who wanted to do something different, something to tell all your friends. Any chump can go to Nassau. |
Look around you baby, we're rubbing elbows with royalty, oil sheiks, this is class. You'll be envied by everyone. |
I guess so. |
Besides I can't wait to tee off on the sea of tranquillity. That should shore up that prick Hank Drexler. |
Oh no...I think there's carrots in here... |
Send it back if you don't want it. |
Well now what are we gonna do! |
How am I supposed to know? |
You're Delbert Miles! You have more clout than some whacked out pilot! Talk to him! |
Talk to him...Jesus... |
It's getting too cold in here. I can't stand this anymore! |
Baby, take it easy. |
How can you sit there with your fat stomach and tell me to take it easy! I want to go home! I want to be warm! I want to get out of here! |
What is happening around here!!! |
There's no time to explain. Get everyone together! We found a way to the pods! |
Where's Taylor? |
He's up on the bridge! He's going to be OK. Now who's missing? |
Carlo! |
He's in the bathroom. |
I'm going back for Taylor! |
Are you nuts! It's too risky! |
I'm fine. |
Congratulations on your...recent award. |
Thank you. |
Is there anything I can help you with? |
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