I want 20 and 20.
- Nobody gets 20 and...
- Dan Torrance does!
- 20 bucks a day, 20 cents a mile.
- OK, you got it.
- When do we start?
- Yesterday.
Good. That means
I already made myself 20.
Do you have a bigger umbrella?
I could catch cold.
I don't care if you get pneumonia.
I told you, you can't be moved.
- Nuclear reactor indicator.
- Upper right console, amber light.
Right.
- Nuclear reactor shut-off?
- Overhead control box, red switch.
Right. Nuclear... cigarette lighter?
Above the nuclear windshield wipers.
No! There isn't one.
Either you know this or you don't.
I've been up for four nights with this.
- You wanted 20 and 20. Start earning it.
- I'm taking a break.
- Dan!
- Shoulders!
Look up there! Whoo! Got you!
Come here and meet a swell dame.
This is the guy I told you about.
Shoulders O'Brien, Kitty Baxter.
- How do you do?
- Nice to meet you.
So, this is Coyote.
Can't thank you enough, Dan.
- I want him to be my co-driver.
- We can't take just anybody.
No offence, but Ed Collins was our
co-driver and he's tough to replace.
- Shoulders can fill his shoes.
- But can he fit into his uniform?
- Can you wear a 42 long?
- Well, I...
- Can you?
- Yes or no?
- Answer the woman.
- I usually take a 44.
I'm sorry. Thanks for dropping by.
- Dan, I tried.
- All right, Kitty.
He gets into Collins' pants,
or I'm walking outta Briggs' shoes.
Take it or leave it.
All right, I'll risk it.
Welcome aboard, Shoulders.
Look up there.
- You got the...
- Now, please...
We'll blame it on Mother Nature and
hit them with an electronic earthquake.
I'm sick of earthquakes.
That's the wrong move.
- But it'll stop 'em. We'll destroy the bus.
- Anybody can.
- Our job is to discredit it forever.
- But...
- No wonder Father had no faith in you.
- He never gave me a chance.
He gave you everything.
You got the skates, the sled.
He even gave you the iron lung!
You got it, not me.
Because I was the sick one.
Now go plant a bomb on Cyclops.
You should all be proud
to be part of a team
that has brought buses out of the
Dark Ages of mass transportation.
Tonight, Cyclops opens its mighty eye.
It's the dawn of a new day in bus travel.
Ladies and gentlemen...
...Cyclops!
OK, let's kill the light!
Lock it up for tonight!
There's more champagne
for anybody who wants it,
and nothing for those who don't.
You're still the same.
Your dough's always rising.
That's right.
So, why don't you heat up the oven?
It's over for us, Dan.
The pilot light's out
and the kitchen's closed.
Sure it is.
Dan. Dan! Dan!
- Daddy...
- I'm sorry, I didn't know my foot was...
It's all right. Listen, it's been
a lovely party, but I'm worried.
If someone could get in once
to plant a bomb, they could do it again.
We'll be ready for 'em this time.
When we finished tonight,
I locked up the lab and left the lights on.
- They'll think someone's still working.
- Right.
Yes. It just might work.
Anybody working in here?
The commuter run to Trenton will be
leaving in five minutes.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Get the trunks. No questions. Absolutely.
- Will you hold it right there?
- No questions, just pictures.
No more.
Trailways departs for Tucson,
Boarding Area 3.
But, Joseph,
dating isn't the answer either.
I don't know what I wanna do.
But I know I wanna do it.
We all want to do it.
But we must think of God.
Ah, here we are.
The commuter run to Trenton
will be leaving in five minutes.
Move! Camille Levy,
non-stop to Denver.
What on earth are those dogs doing?
That's my new fall line.
They're trained to sniff out explosives,
marijuana, contraband,
and contraceptives.
I like you.
- Where can we go to be alone?
- What?
You heard me. Alone.
You and me. Together. La due.
- Er...
- Comprends? No?
I'm on duty... There's
a janitor's closet by the men's room.
That's good enough. If it's not you,
it'll be some other tacky