Hey, I baked cookies
for his entire class.
- Oh, no.
- Could you see me baking?
Icing these little happy faces
on every one of'em?
I paid $5,000 to study
with the KGB. The KGB!
- Oh, my God!
- He trashed me much worse
than he trashed you.
- Oh!
- Really, "Hamlet"!
How am I gonna know "Hamlet"?
You really should
if you're going to be an actress.
[Deep Sighing]
Oh, pardon me.
But we can't all of us study...
at the London School
of Shakespearean Weirdness.
Some of us had to schlepp
drinks for a living.
I'm sorry, Sandy.
Oh, God.
So where you
wanna go now?
I don't know.
They'll be after us.
But I was thinking.
Yeah, so was I.
- What?
- That we go find Michael
and rip his face off.
That,
and get the toxin back.
Oh, the hell with the toxin.
I just wanna rip his face off!
No! We need the toxin. We don't want
the C.I.A. On our backs all our lives.
Just so I get
to rip his face off.
I promise, we'll
rip his face off.
After we get the toxin.
Hey! Hello,
honey! Hello!
No! No!
You idiot!
[Atkins]
Hey, Stan.
What?
Looks like you're gonna be
facing KGB tribunals.
Unless, of course, you'd like
to make an arrangement?
Would such an
arrangement include...
unlimited
expense account?
Condo on the Potomac?
Redskins
season tickets?
Huh?
[Barking]
Ah, nuts!
Thanks, Humphrey.
It was sweet of you.
[Humphrey]
It was my pleasure, Lauren.
Well,
what should we
do first?
Get a little sushi?
Take in a show?
[Men Hooting]
Now why do they do that?
Has there ever been one woman
in the history of the world...
who actually said,
"Yes, fellows, please take me now."
For a bed and a bath
I'd consider it.
Bite your tongue.
[Man]
Hey, turista! Welcome!
Hey, you're looking
for a guide, right?
A native Indian to show you
the hidden wonders of this
great Chicatacawa nation.
Well, ladies,
you have found him.
Special price.
Today only.
20 dollars.
I don't want to be the first
to break this to you.
You are not an Indian.
That's a technicality.
I been a blood brother
to the Chicatacawa since 1968.
I got a tan.
What do you want
for $20?
Honey, I'm an actress.
I love to dress up
and pretend,
and the hat is fabulous,
but what we need right now
is to find a man.
Well, okay.
Not gonna be that great.
I'm a little bombed.
- What?
- And it's still $20.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
We're looking
for a specific man.
So we can kill him.
Oh, then you need a witness.
I'll stand up for you in court.
I saw the whole thing.
It was an accident.
The ax slipped outta your hand.
It's a wonderful scenario. When we
find the guy, we're gonna let you know.
- Thanks.
- Find him? Find as in locate?
Track down?
Hey, now we are rollin'.
We have hit the nail
right on the hammer.
I'm a tracker.
That's my vocation: A tracker.
A guy who tracks down
other guys.
That's my main gig.
Genuine Indian shit.
What do you think?
- He's a bum!
- But he might have good instincts.
Hey, you wanna find
this guy or not?
[Lauren]
Aha! Ancient Indian techniques.
Those could be
anybody's.
Yeah, they could.
Anybody about 185 pounds,
dragging his right leg...
a little like
it's injured, and...
smoking one hand-rolled
Colton's...
every three minutes.
Admit it.
The man is cool.
Oh, my God!
Wow! That is some major
ill repute happening there.
- Come on, let's go.
- No! You'll never get past Gert.
[Tracker]
It's customers only.
Come on,
let's get outta here.
Come on!
Hey, let's go, will ya?
Customers?
Customers!
You get his shirt,
I'll get his pants.
Come on, you had
your chance at me!
- Ah, relax.
- Oh, I want the hat.
[Woman Laughing]
Who you think
you're kiddin', huh?
How old are you boys?
13? 14?
Hell, you're just babies.
Why, you can't even shave yet.
Your daddy know you're here?
Hell, yes. He told us where to come.
"Come." Get it?
Oh! First time.
Oh... No way!
It's his first time.
What'd ya
tell her that fer?
- You chickenshit, huh?
- I ain'