- What the- Come on!
- You're not gonna do this to me now.
- No. Okay, I'm resetting.
- Light speed. Impressive.
I put a tank of nitrous in this thing.
It's not firing.
- Hutch, please do something.
- Hutch!
- Damn it.
- Whoo!
- Oh, my God!
It's working!
Whoo!
- Stay on target! Stay on target!
- Oh, God!
Oh, shit!
I probably shouldn't
have called that cop a fag.
I think he took it the wrong way.
Breakfast.
- Oh, God.
- Ow!
-Jesus!
- Oh, God.
Ham and cheese.
Well, look on the bright side, you guys.
This trip can't get any worse.
It just did, boys.
- What?.
- I got to drop a sewer pickle.
- Yeah, I got to throw her into reverse.
Bottler, give me your sandwich, bro.
Hook me up.
Another one.
- What's the sandwich for?.
- I don't know.
I'm not gonna sit on this.
- Oh, Hutch!
-Jesus.
- It's crawling with criminal ass germs.
- Just hover, man.
- Okay, listen up, pre-pubes.
You got a visitor-
Sweet can of corn.
What are you doing with that ham sandwich,
boy?. It's not right what you're doing.
Hutch, you owe me a sock.
I had to wipe with something.
You pussies owe me, big time.
- Oh, Zoe, thank God.
- We weren't sure if you'd gotten our message.
If by message you mean Windows shrieking
into my answering machine like a little girl...
- then yes, message received.
- You don't know
what we've been through.
Hutch just took a dump in front of us.
Yeah. That's life inside the big house.
Zoe, promise me you brought the money.
I cleared out every cent
Windows had in the comic store.
- You what?.
- Oh! Don't even speak.
I took two taxis, an airplane
and an all-night bus ride...
next to an old man that I am
pretty sure had a full diaper.
Hey, hey, okay.
Okay, visiting time's over.
The judge wants to see y'all
in his private chambers.
Oh, yeah.
Just one more thing.
Whatever you do,
do not make fun of his name.
Let me see ifl got this right.
Now, you tried to outrun
an officer ofthe law...
because you obtained a bag of peyote
from a Mexican Indian chief...
who thought it would help
treat your friend's terminal illness?
- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.
- I'm gonna let you boys go.
- Not because I believe you.
- Because I believe your father.
- My father?.
- Mm-hmm.
- You actually spoke with my dad?.
Sure did.
He wanted me to give you this message.
Approach the bench.
Have a nice day, son.
Yeah. Man's gone
carbonite freeze on us.
We got to be in Vegas
in less than 24 hours.
All right. I 'm gonna go smack
some sense into the boy.
Whoa. Cut him some slack.
Okay.
I just mapped out our route to Vegas
on myToughbook...
and the closest airport's
about a hundred miles north ofhere.
So all we got to do
is drop the ol' Zoe off...
and then it's a straight shot
to Sin City.
Ho! Hold on.
You haul my ass
out into the middle of nowhere...
and expect me to just jump
on the first plane back?.
Sorry. It's not gonna happen.
Come on. You know this trip is men only.
I tell you what.
I'll get on the plane
if any one of you can take me down.
Listen, Princess.
No one wants to see you get hurt.
I'm gonna get Botts.
- Get off of me!
- Oh, my God!
- Be a man, Hutch.
- Get her off of me!
- Hutch, say ""time-out"'
- Don't just stand there!
Shoot her!
Somebody shoot her!
- Help me, for God sake! God help me!
- Gentlemen.
- Get the jaws of life!
- I'm good.
- Welcome aboard.
- Now go get Eric.
- Yes, sir!
- And be nice.
You're lucky I have a crush on you.
Yo, Botts, you okay?.
You know, I could do this-
start a life here.
Clean slate.
Fresh air.
No pressure, no responsibility.
Yeah, it seems nice, man.
In theory it sounds nice.
I bet there's not even like a BlockbusterVideo
within 500 miles ofhere.
Or like a Falafel Hut or-
Guys, shut up.
I just figured ifl...
worked hard and...
sold enough cars and impressed my dad
enough times, I'd-
I'd feel something.
You gotta find your Death Star.
Okay, I'll bite.
Greatest deed Luke Skywalker ever