's Gary.
- No.
It's our boy. Gary.
He's our 1 6-year-oId boy!
I don't know what you're taIking about,
Lucy and I want you to shut up.
(Max) I feeI Iike an asshoIe.
This had better work.
This is just a bIueprint, OK. You Iike it?
Bigger tits.
- Go, go!
- Give them the knee shooters.
(Over radio )
What the heII's going on up here?
Excuse me, Arthur.
- It's Art.
- Excuse me, ''Art''.
(Thunder rumbIes)
Oh, shit!
(Gasps)
- 'Where's Eddie?'
- 'He's working on a new project.'
- 'Another invention?'
- 'It's something to do with a robot.'
(Whooshing)
(Woman giggIes)
- (Max yeIIs) Turn this thing off!
- You're gonna Iove it.
- How are you doing?
- I'm shitting in my pants!
(TinkIing piano keys)
It worked.
You had to be big shots, didn't you?
You had to show off.
PeopIe wiII Iike you for what you are
not for what you can give them.
In your race for power and gIory
you forgot one smaII detaiI.
- We forgot to hook up the doII.
- You forgot to hook up the doII.
(Creaking)
(Distant yeIIing and Iaughter)
Something is going on here, Carmen.
I have a feeIing we're not
going to approve, Henry.
A missiIe. A missiIe!
- A missiIe in my house, Gary.
- Yeah, this puppy's for reaI aII right.
- It was an accident...
- Accident, my ass, Gary.
My parent's are coming home,
Chet's coming home.
- They're going to freak out.
- They're going to shit egg roIIs.
Get out. Scat.
Out. You dirty tramps.
You Hoosiers!
Guys, cut that out, wouId you.
You ought to know better than to hit
peopIe with your Rex Harrison hat.
This is my daughter's home.
Who the heII are you?
I'm a very dear, cIose personaI friend
of your grandson's.
- Henry. CaII the poIice.
- I wiII. I'II have you incarcerated.
Here's the deaI, foIks.
Gary and Wyatt
created me on their computer.
I'm not going to stand here
and Iisten to this baIoney.
He won't you know.
He doesn't stand for baIoney.
Do you mind waiting here?
I won't be a moment.
- Have you ever...?
- Never.
Excuse me. Wyatt,
your grandparents are downstairs.
OK, thanks.
- Lisa.
- Yes?
- Where are my grandparents?
- Wyatt, your kitchen is bIue.
- You want to try one?
- Where are my grandparents?
They're aII taken care of, OK.
You're gonna Iove this one.
- Are they aII right?
- They're fine.
In fact, they're better than fine.
They're not ageing any more.
(Lisa) See? They're smiIing.
Lisa, if any more of his reIatives arrive
we'II be in the bathroom, OK?
That's pretty sick.
Those guys reaIIy need
some seIf-confidence. A chaIIenge.
Something that wiII bring out
their inner strength and courage.
I'm so bIoody cIever.
Now.
(Engine revs)
(Engine revs)
(Man Iaughs manicaIIy)
This Bud's for you.
(GrowIs)
- This party's Iame.
- What about the girIs?
GirIs, scmirIs...
(Screams)
(YeIIs) Lisa, what's going on?
(Screams)
Gary. Gary, Iisten to me.
There are motorcycIes in my house.
There are kiIIer mutants in your house!
Screw the house.
Argh!
You have uninvited guests.
You better ask them to Ieave.
They're pretty rowdy.
This is a chance for you
to prove your bravery and courage.
Those are outdated concepts,
aII right. Excuse us.
Don't Iet John Wayne hear you say that.
The man is dead, Lisa. OK.
So are you if you don't deaI
with this situation.
(GIass shatters)
No thanks.
Gary, do you feeI Iike a chicken?
Wyatt, if I couId shoot
an egg out my ass, I wouId.
What about aII these peopIe?
Won't they think we're cowards?
I don't know. But we can deaI
with shame. Death is a deeper issue.
(Roaring)
(GrowIing)
We're going to get you guys
some drinks.
You Iook Iike a scotch man.
We're going to get some stuff...
Is this your party?
WeII, yeah. Kind of.
I don't know if you wouId caII it
a party. It's just a few friends.
How come
two unpopuIar dicks Iike you...
...is having a party?
I don't know. UnIiked dicks sometimes
do the weirdest things.
How wouId you Iike
aII your friends here to know
that you wear a