matter is, you should have your piece too. Wow, hot! Oh-ho! - How are those tails? - Who's saying somethin' about my tails? They're killers. - They're $28 a pound. - Twenty-eight? Oh, my God. Chet and I haven't had lobster in an age, not since our anniversary. - Oh, my goodness! - Jumping lobster! - Save that one. That'll be for me. - I'll make sure of that. How 'bout the gourmet here? You know what he wanted? Hot dogs! You know what they make those things out of, Chet? Lips and assholes. Ha-ha-ha-ha. I guess I'm old-fashioned. I like assholes. And I like lips! If I could market lips like those, I'd make another million! Lobster turned out all right, huh? If I do say so myself. I think we should go into town tomorrow and pick up a ski boat. What do you say? Sound good, guys? Uncle Roman will blow some coin on a kick-ass drag boat. That's okay. We're renting a pontoon boat. Pontoon boat. What the hell you gonna do with a pontoon boat? - Retake Omaha Beach? - No, not at all. A pontoon boat, you go out and you cruise the lake. You swim from them, fish from them, even bring the barbecue out. You have a great time. You tour the lake in comfort. You guys wanna cruise the lake in comfort... or would you rather skim the waves with Uncle Roman in a jet boat? Jet boat! Sorry, Dad. Atta boy, Benny! All right, that's my man! Care to put it to a vote, Chester? We don't need a vote. If you guys want a jet boat, you get a jet boat. - Buck and I are getting a pontoon boat, right? - Sorry, dad. Directly from the mouths of babes, Chet. Are you gonna argue, or are you gonna enjoy yourselves? Hey, I'm enjoying! Chet's arguing. Hey, how 'bout if the kids go out and catch fireflies? We could play cards. Cara? Mara? - You little dolls wanna go outside and catch fireflies? - Honey, they don't like bugs. What do you mean? All kids like bugs. They're cute. Especially fireflies. Their butts light up. I am a killer Monopoly player. Roman taught me. He's vicious. Buddy Reiser died. - Oh, no! - The president of Energy Resources died in bed. - He was your mentor, wasn't he - One of the men I admired. Hey, I'm tryin' to read! Sorry, I think I have to tell you this story. A story that might save your lives... - since we're up here in the North Woods. - I know the heimlich maneuver. No, this is... a bear story. A true bear story. Connie and I honeymooned at this very same lake. Big spender! - We stayed at my uncle's cabin. - Uncle George? Yeah, that's right. One night we were getting ready for bed... and we heard this terrible noise out by the trash cans. You remember? And... I went downstairs to check it out, looked out the window. And there... was the biggest, baddest bear in the North Woods. - Sure, Dad. - No, it's true. It's true! This bear was over eight feet high. With big, white teeth. Fangs... stained pink... from whatever it killed before it got to our cabin. It was frightening. Frightening. The paws on this thing were immense, with big black claws, razor sharp... like Freddie Kruger. Only worse. Worse, worse. This wasn't a movie. This was happening now right in front of me. And all that separated me from that bear... was a pane of glass! - Honey, maybe we shouldn't tell this story right now. - Mom, it's fine. I'm thinking about nightmares. No, no. They have to hear this. Like I say... it might save their life one day. Now... I saw that bear, it saw me. And it was hungry! Hungry for blood! Human blood. You see... once a bear gets a taste for blood, it craves it, it needs it. It will do anything it can to get it. That bear had become a man-eater! Our eyes locked. My heart was pumpin'. Pump, pump, pump, pump. Pump! I ran into the living room. I grabbed the shotgun off the mantle. Turned around and there was that bear right in the window. Its breath was foggin' up the glass. And suddenly... it ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Живой на английском - текст Рокки Бальбоа на английском - текст Патруль времени на английском - текст Лисы на английском - текст Муми-тролль и комета: Путь домой на английском |