little Mexican trip. - Tequila? - Here you go. Coming up. Is this a good combo or what? No. Probably not. Me, I'm going back to, uh, Jamaica. (Bad Jamaican accent) Jamaica, man. Have some rum, man. Dig it. Iree, iree, man. Oh, shit. You know, when I'm dead and buried, all I'll have to prove I was here was some shower curtain rings that didn't fall down. Great legacy, huh? At the very least, at the absolute minimum, you've got a woman you love to grow old with, right? You love her, don't you? Love is not a big enough word. It's not a big enough word for how I feel about my wife. - To the wives. - To the wives. Wow. Well, let me just close this conversation by saying you are one unique individual. What is unique? Latin for "asshole"? - Grab the vodka or I'll kick 'em. - Yeah. Well, I'll tell you... As much trouble as I've had, one day I'll look back and laugh. (Chuckling) You think so? Oh, I'm laughing already. (Del) Oh, God. When that car blew up. Was that seat hot or what? I felt like a big Whopper. Turn me over. I'm done on this side. I'm afraid to look at my ass, I'll have griddle marks on my ass... (Pop) (Laughing) What is that? (Laughing) Potato chips. They're everywhere! Ahh! (Laughing) This feels like summer camp. (Laughing) Ahh! (Groaning with laughter) Now, how the hell does this turn off? Oh! (Laughing) - (Buzzing) - (Del yells) (Neal) Just a minute. - Give it a good push. - All right. - All right. - Oh, jeez. (Engine revs) - Push! Push! - I am! I am! (Del) Push, for Christ's sake! - We have to rock it. - All right. OK. (Del) Up and down. Here we go. Ready? - Yeah. - Here we go. Reverse! - Aww! - Huh. Get in! Go! (Both) # Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shinir # Shine on the one who's gone and proved untrue # Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shinir # Shine on the one who's gone and left me blue # It was on a moonlit night # Stars shinir bright # They whispered from on high # Your love has said goodbye # Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shinir... # (Beeps) (Siren wails) (Neal) Oh. Oh, great. Great. A cop. Watch it! How fast are you going? I can't tell. The speedometer's melted. (Del) Top of the morning, Officer. (Neal) Hi. (Del) Is there something I can help you with? - What the hell you driving? - We had a small fire last night. You know how fast you were going? I was just talking to my friend about that. Our speedometer's melted so it's very hard to say how fast we were going. 78 miles an hour. (Whistles) 78, huh? Well, yeah. I could buy that. Sure. You'd know better than us, specially since we got a melted speedometer. Do you feel this vehicle is safe for highway travel? Yes, I do. I really do. I believe that... It's not pretty but it'll get you where you want to go. - You got no outside mirror. - We lost that. - You have no functioning gauges. - No, not a one. However, the radio still works, funny as that may seem. The radio's the only thing that's working. It's clear as a bell. Don't ask me how. - I can't let you go in this vehicle. - Can't what? It's not fit for the road. It'll be impounded until it can be made safe for travel. OK, Officer, I admit I broke the law, and for that I'm really sorry. You got me there and I won't argue one iota, I swear. However, um... if you impound our car, I'm gonna be unable to get my friend home for his Thanksgiving dinner. (Lorry horn honking) (Honking) Well, our ship has come in. It's free, and it's non-stop. - I said I'd get you home. - So long as the heater works. The driver's a little freaky about people riding in his cab. - So we can't sit there. - Then where are we supposed to ride? Beats walking, huh? You're gonna be in Chicago in less than three hours, around there. If we don't hit any traffic, and I don't think we should. It's Thanksgiving. We're moving now. You believe this? - It's been a hell of a trip. - Sure has. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Святой Ральф на английском - текст Марафонец на английском - текст Смертельное влечение на английском - текст Стукнутый на английском - текст Муми-тролль и комета на английском |