malfunctioning.
- Stop the strobe!
Unstable rotation!
What if you could move your hand
between her legs
and she wasn't wearing any panties?
And you could feel the moist heat,
and she'd say,
"Oh, Loparino!"
Loparino!
"Touch my sex!" and you'd say, "Here?"
And she'd say, "Yes!"
My God, no!
We've exceeded the maximum rate.
What would you give for that?
My balls, both of them.
60 hertz.
We're on a 10-degree pitch angle!
- I'm concerned.
- The temperature control...
- Take cover!
- Look out!
We're losing it!
- Shit!
- Put it out!
- It didn't work.
- No, it didn't.
Well, anybody wanna get a margarita?
Loparino, you were supposed
to shut it down!
Could we have Maintenance
in here to collect the remains?
The DYP's dead,
the project's dead, we're dead.
- I'm going to lie to Laura about the test.
- Great! That'll fix everything.
- I gotta go.
- She introduces me as her husband,
the casualty of the defence industry.
I can't blame her,
after Houston, Boston, Charleston...
I've had a dozen jobs in ten years.
So, you're not an engineer,
you're a migrant worker.
I mean, Seal Beach?
A plant that used to be a bowling alley!
- I've hit bottom, Loparino.
- You and me both.
- Want a ride?
- No, I'll catch a bus.
See you maсana.
I heard you guys talking.
My name is Frank Holtzman.
I've been an engineer for 20 years.
- You're missing the crux of the problem.
- Really?
It's the company executives
who steal the prime of our lives, who
bask in luxury derived from our brains.
- And do I get credit?
- Right.
Do I get paid what I deserve?
- No!
- No.
And in ten years,
when I'm wrung out, they'll fire me.
Thanks.
Listen, I'm gonna find a table.
Nice talking to you.
- And you know what?
- No.
I found the right people who appreciate
me and will pay for my ideas.
Good for you. Listen...
Right now, tonight, I'm supposed to
deliver the encyclopaedias.
Check, please!
I don't want to look around.
Is there a big blond guy at the bar?
Well, no... I don't see...
There is a guy just coming in.
That's him!
Seven o'clock sharp.
In ten minutes,
I'm to meet that guy in the bathroom.
Check!
He says his name's Jeff and he has
a condo. But that's not his real name.
No?
His name's something else
and he's a captain in the KGB.
The KGB! Jesus Christ, in here?
That's amazing.
Listen, I'll just be a second,
I'm going to get my check.
No, don't go!
- I can't go through with this.
- It's late.
Have you ever got into something,
just screwing around,
and then realised
what the consequences are?
- Yeah, that's my life.
- Jesus Christ, what am I gonna do?
- What am I gonna do?
- There's the football game on the TV.
- I find that's always relaxing.
- Just remember one thing.
If something happens to me,
whatever you hear, it won't be true.
Hey, who listens to gossip?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Thanks.
- Hey! Thank your friend for me.
- Friend?
Somebody left the hospital door open,
I think.
- Look, I just wanna rap with you!
- Sorry, I changed my mind, Jeff.
Look, here we go, amigo...
- Get in the car!
- I don't have the disk...
Come on. In the car, buddy.
Get going!
More good news. Digical claim
their guidance system's almost ready.
- They'll get the tank contract!
- It's already in the paper?
Screwed by one goddam little DYP-Gyro.
Here's a classified ad for you:
"You've got a big future as
an avionics engineer in Saudi Arabia."
Can't be any worse than
Seal Beach, California.
- You want some coffee?
- They're taking the machine away.
Oh, God!
- Cream and sugar?
- Black.
Oh, your diet.
Jesus Christ!
Coffee doesn't belong
in this building any more!
- Give me another cup!
- Stop it!
- Take it away, it's rotten coffee anyway.
- What a putz!
- Wylie!
- You son of a bitch! You did it!
You saved us!
How long were you gonna hide it?
Buddy, I certainly misread you.
- Loparino, what's going on here?
- Wylie...
I want to say right off, I'm very sorry.
I always