boys?
Rodriguez brothers.
Lagarto and Napoleon.
Two notorious delinquents,
currently responsible...
for at least 30 vehicles
in the field.
Scumbags.
They ain't scumbags.
They're car thieves,
just like us.
There's Ms. Magruder.
You wanna go for it?
Good gag.
You pull this one a lot?
Only on the women.
It never fails.
Excuse me.
Ms. Magruder?
I have something here for you.
How utterly charming.
[Screaming]
[Engine revving]
[Tires screeching]
Motherfucker!
Lite!
Lite, where are you, man?
Bruce I. Peason.
Brokerage consultant. Fucking millionaire.
Six payments behind.
I've never understood it.
What's that?
Fucking millionaires.
They never pay their bills.
See you at the yard.
Let me get this one.
No, I'll handle this one. Mr. Peason's
carrying a permit for a pistol.
Hey, give me that.
Don't underestimate me, Ace.
[Imitating gun firing]
(Peason)
And also, naturally...
I would like them to be
right next to each other.
In addition, I would
like them to be as close
to the window as possible...
so I can sit in my car
and watch them spin.
So all you have to do is take your
clothes out of here like this...
and put them into a machine
over there like that.
[Tires screeching]
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God. Stop!
##[Car stereo playing]
Hey.
Hey, you need a ride?
Hey, baby, you need a ride?
[Crashing]
Pick it up.
Look at you.
You pick it up.
You know yourself
you were wrong.
What were they doing out
in the middle of the street?
They weren't in the middle of the street.
That's not the middle of the street.
That's the corner.
Go on, you pick it up.
What?
[Laughs]
You pick it up.
No way.
You still want a ride
or what?
No, I don't.
My name's Otto.
Leila.
Is this your car?
Yeah, it's one of them.
[Scoffing]
One of them.
Think you're pretty slick,
don't you?
I bet you're
a used-car salesman.
Am not.
You dress like one.
I'm a repo man.
What's that?
It's a repossessor.
I take back cars from dildos that
don't pay their bills. Cool, huh?
No.
##[Car stereo playing]
What are you doing?
Those men in the car next to us.
Don't look at them.
Don't look at them. If they see me,
they'll kill me.
Really, why?
[Screams]
What the hell are you doing?
What's going on?
Take a look at this.
[Otto chuckling]
It looks like sausage.
It isn't sausage, Otto.
That's a picture
of four dead aliens.
[Snickering]
Laugh away, fuckface.
That picture's gonna be on the cover of
every major newspaper in two days' time.
How do you know that?
Part of a secret network.
A scientist who's also
in our secret sect...
smuggled the corpses
off this Air Force base.
Now he's got them in the trunk of his car.
It's a Chevy Malibu.
We've got to find him.
What are you gonna do with them,
put them on Johnny Carson?
Yes.
We're going to have a press conference
and tell the world.
[Snickering]
[Otto laughing]
"United Fruitcake Outlet".
My door doesn't work.
(man on radio) Look, it's curling up.
(woman) How cute!
Maybe we should
take it home.
Doesn't seem to have an owner.
Oh, yes, let's!
(radio announcer)
But no!
No matter how appealing, do not let
strange creatures in your house.
We all know strange creatures
are on the increase.
Many of them do seem
furry and adorable...
but beware!
We do not know from whence they came.
[Sighs]
Thanks for the ride.
Sure.
I don't know. What do you think?
You wanna go out with me again sometime?
I don't know. I'm gonna, kind of,
be busy with work...
and the Malibu
and everything.
Okay, great.
Terrific.
Here's your shit.
What's your problem? I mean,
girls might like you...
if you lightened up
a little bit.
Fuck, man. Girls pay
to go out with me, all right?
Wanna get back in the car?