Question is, you got sense?
I'm serious.
Do you have sense?
Hmm? Hmm?
- I think so. Sometimes.
- I think so too.
So you'll know this
is no private academy.
Now, you go to a school
like this you need a bodyguard.
You know, we got Ricky Linderman
in our Homeroom?
You know about Linderman?
He's a psychopath.
He just went berserk.
Wasted some kid.
- Shot him in the head.
- [Banging Noise]
- Blew his brain out.
- Why'd he do that?
Probably he was
a pain in the ass.
Guys like Linderman
lose control after a while.
Yah!
Like that, you know?
That's when you come to us.
We're bodyguards. Interested?
- I don't know.
- For you, it's cheap, uh...
- Buck a day.
- Buck a day?
Yeah, buck a day.
We give everyone the same deal.
You can work it out day to day,
or week to week.
Any way you want
to work it out, man.
Where am I gonna get
a dollar a day?
Lunch money. You don't
wanna eat that crap, anyway.
50 cents for Godzilla feed.
It's a rip-off.
Sixty, if you want two milks.
So, for that same 60 cents...
we're talking two milks...
you got us almost paid for.
Now all you got to do is...
scrape up another 40.
I'm not gonna give you my lunch money.
I have to eat.
Got to eat, huh?
Come here.
Come here.
Tell you what,
eat this.
Suddenly he changes his mind, eh?
Downstairs!
[Music][music] [Piano]
- Cut him off!
- Got you now, Peachy.
Get him!
Come on!
[All Shouting]
Come on, hit it!
Where you going, Peachy?
Go!
- Bye, Peachy!
- Good-bye, Peachy!
What's going on?
Who were those guys?
Just some kids
who want to kill me.
I'd like to speak
to Mr. Dobbs, please.
Mm-hmm.
Chief of operations, yes.
This is Mr. Griffith,
assistant manager of
the Ambassador East.
He'll want to speak to me
once he knows what it's about.
Tell him it's quite important.
Yes, I'll wait.
Not near the fire!
Watch the ribs over there!
Don't burn the ribs!
Medium rare on the steak,
medium rare.
Okay!
Put some butter!
[Chattering, Indistinct]
- [French]
- Yes.
Yeah.
- Bon appetit.
- Thanks.
Ciro.
Ciro...
I thought you'd
like to know...
my soup was cold.
How cold was it?
Very funny.
[Granma]
Very neat. Very neat.
He's a...
Oh, wait a minute.
Have you any ideas who'll come in
good in the fourth tomorrow?
I don't know.
Lucky Lew, I guess.
Handicapping is a science.
- Not guesswork. How about Cousin Ed?
- Yeah.
I've got an idea.
Why don't we
pack our things and leave?
- Have a mint.
- Mother.
Where were you
today at 5:00?
At 5:00, let me see,
I had a little drink.
The guy you tried
to lure into the bar
is a television evangelist.
- No wonder he looked so sour.
- You think he was sour?
You should've seen Griffith's face
when he heard about it.
Mother we cannot have this kind
of thing going on... Oh, wow!
This isn't the one
we saw last night, is it?
- The red sweater.
- No sweater.
- Let me see...
- Clifford, you're too young.
- You're 14.
- I'm 15. Let me see.
You're 15.
That's one...
- You're 15?
- Yep.
I should know that, shouldn't I?
It's this damn job,
24 hours a day. I'm sorry.
- I heard you got in trouble today.
- Yeah.
Aw, quit worrying.
Your dad called up
and raised hell about those boys.
You called the school? Great.
Now I'll really get slaughtered.
Clifford,
you're not going
to get slaughtered.
They already think I'm a fruit.
The principal's going
to talk to those boys...
and straighten this whole thing out.
And if they try anything,
you go right for the eyes.
Hit them hard as you can.
Blind them!
Takes the fight out of them.
I don't think blinding fists
is the answer to this problem.
Well then, kick 'em in the cojones!
That's the thing.
No! No!
- I'm older. I need this more.
- [Chuckles]
How would you know that?
- He can't take a joke.
- I don't see the humor in extortion...
- Real or pretended!
- [Mutters]
Well, maybe, I guess...
- it could have backfired a little bit.
- It backfired on you.
I ought to