thinks he can handle her
cos she's a woman.
Perfect. She's a chick.
- Licence and registration.
- Darlin', what did I do wrong?
It's Sheriff Dempsey. Licence.
Well, you got to hope he doesn't
start out by calling her honey.
Honey, we can work this out.
Sweet thing like you.
Ow, ow, ow!
It's a takedown! Oh, yeah!
Eurgh!
Don't you scratch an itch
until I tell you to.
Yes, sir. Ma'am! I mean ma'am.
Ow!
No, Beethoven, you do not
want to mess with the sheriff.
See that right there? That's her dad.
The Equaliser!
He was the greatest wrestler to ever mash
your face into the mat. The Equaliser!
Uncle Freddy.
(laughs) What are you doing?
(car zooms past)
A little wrestling talk
between the guys. Sports fans.
- So. What's up?
- (siren)
Me and Beethoven wanted to
go check out some stores nearby.
Good, fine. Well, have fun.
And behave yourself.
- We will.
- So long, Beethoven.
Come on, Beethoven.
Come on, let's check this place out.
It looks friendly.
- Get that Big Foot out of here.
- I'm sorry.
Come on, boy. Come on.
Did that big elephant
scare you, Babycakes?
You stay here, OK? I won't be long.
Come back here, Babycakes.
Listen to Mommy.
You know, little girl, this is a local store.
And you're no local.
- What are you doing in Quicksilver?
- I'm visiting my uncle Freddy.
- Freddy Kablinski.
- The grease monkey?
He's a mechanic. A certified mechanic.
(Beethoven growls)
(more growling)
Do you have any samples?
What does this look like,
Saks Fifth Avenue?
I've got surveillance cameras all over,
so don't think about stuffing your pockets.
I guess I can charge you
the local price. 7.41.
(cash register pings)
- Do you think I was born yesterday?
- What?
Oh, I see. The big-city folk are coming to
Quicksilver to make the yokels look silly.
This is phoney. Counterfeit. Funny money.
- Really, I didn't know.
- Didn't know? Hmm.
Everyone knows Hamilton is on the tens
and Andrew Jackson is on the twenties.
There it is. Andrew Jackson clear as day.
Issued in 1920.
Um...
I'm sorry. I'd better be going now.
I'll bring back real money. Bye.
1920?
Come on, boy. Let's get out of here.
(farts)
(farts)
You say Alexander Hamilton's
supposed to be on the ten?
Uh-huh. And Andrew Jackson's
on the twenty.
We'll see about that.
You have to have money
before you can spot counterfeit bills.
- We'd better go to the bank.
- Wait.
- Here you go.
- Oh! Thank you, Mr Gates.
I won it from Mr Dobson.
It pains me to admit Evie Kling might be
right about anything, but guess what?
- She is right.
- It was so humiliating.
- Maybe we should turn it in to the sheriff.
- I say ignore law enforcement.
- Let's keep it.
- Yeah.
No. No, we'd better go to the sheriff.
As long as Beethoven doesn't
get in trouble for passing funny money.
I don't think they have room
for him in the big house.
Let's go.
- Hey, Jim, is the sheriff in?
- She's right there.
Thanks.
- Hey.
- Hey, Freddy.
- This must be the counterfeiter.
- I didn't know, honest.
- Sara, this is Sheriff Dempsey.
- Call me Julie.
- Hey, who's the thief?
- (Sara) Beethoven!
- Partners in crime, huh?
- Sorry.
- He's kind of a bottomless pit.
- (burps)
You can relax, Sara.
You were paying with real money.
- But look.
- I know. Looks strange.
But come here.
Check this out.
I did a little web-surfing. You see?
There were Andrew Jackson
ten-dollar bills.
It says here the first ones
rolled off the press in 1914
and they stopped in the late '20s.
- Did you say 1920?
- Mm-hm.
This bill is very rare. Collectors will pay
anywhere from 50 to $200 a bill.
Let me see that.
Oh, yeah. There it is.
- "1920" in black and white.
- (Garrett) Whoa.
I don't get it. What's the big deal
about the 1920s anyway?
- Is it really Rita and Moe money?
- That money is mine!
She snatched it out of my hand after l
agreed to sell her my