the debut of the Chipettes. - Thank you. - Thank you. Thank you. So? They were splendid, but as I said before, I have made my decision. - Brit? - No! I see. You've made your decision. I don't mean to speak out of school, Doctor, but in the true spirit of democracy, which our great, wonderful country was founded upon, I say let the people vote. Let them choose! One person, one vote. I say, let us vote! - Let us vote! Let us vote! - Let us vote! Let us vote! - Let us vote! Let us vote! - Let us vote! Let us vote! Please, don't be afascist granny. Let freedom ring, Doctor. - Let us vote! - Let us vote! - Let us vote! - Let us vote! You make a persuasive case, Mr. Hawke. All right, here's what I'm going to do. This Friday, each group will perform one song in front of the student body. - Yes! - All right! Whoever gets the most applause will represent the school. What? - Thank you! - Yes! We did it! In yourface! It is on like Donkey Kong. The meerkats huddle together at the end of a traumatic day to reaffirm their family bond. The Whiskers are gonna have to rely one ach other more than ever. Guys, I am so happy that Ms. Ortega can rehearse with us every day after school. Every day? - But Ryan and I have... - Alvin, stop right there, okay? We're a team. We need you. Would you relax? We're not gonna lose. We'll talk about this in the morning. Not much to talk about. I will see you at rehearsal. - Stop hogging. - I'm not hogging. You might as well be rooting out truffles in the French countryside, because you are, infact, hogging! - I'm not! - Are so! - Not! Am not! Not! Not! - So! So! So! So! Forget it! I think I'll sleep in my own bed tonight. - Ditto for me. - I'm so glad I'm not a meerkat! - Really? Why is that? - Because as cold as I am, - I would never huddle with you! - Good! - You hear me? I won't huddle! - Fine! Toby? Can I sleep with you? - What? - Dave lets me. My brothers are fighting. Well... I'm... Okay. Oh, man! Dutch oven! Not the Dutch oven! Anything but the Dutch oven! Must find fresh air before it's too late! It's too late! It burns. Mama, it burns! Let's see. What else am I in the mood for? How about a side order of friendly advice? Courtesy of me. No, thanks. Grapes, please. - Excuse me. - Yeah, well, I just wanted to warn you about Ian. What? You should be grateful to Ian. He did everything for you, Alvin, and you broke his heart. Really? How do I put this gently? He's the devil. He doesn't have a heart. And one of the things he did for us was put us in a cage. Alvin, he would never do that. Yeah, 'cause you were there. I forgot. - Brittany, you'd better watch out. - I don't need advice from you. - But... - But nothing, Alvin. Ian's taking us straight to the top! Got it. Straight to the top. - Ironic. - Yeah, funny. We are so going to destroy those Chipmunks. - I don't wanna destroy them. - Me, neither. I just wanna hang out with them. All right, all right, all right. Hold... All right, look. You know, if you feel that way, maybe we should just withdraw from the contest. - What? - Then I'll put you in a FedEx package and mail you back to whatever tree you came from. Sound good? - No. - Okay, then. Take it from the top. Let's go! All right. Wait. Stop! Short one in the green dress. - What's your name again? - Eleanor. Yeah, look, I'm losing you there, you know. - Have you always been that short? - I... I guess. Well, you got to work on that. Okay? All right, let me try something here. Brittany. Here, come up here. No, you two stay back. Little further. Oh, yeah. Now, that I like. And it's not just because Brittany's more of a mega, ultra superstar than you guys. Good, good. Okay, you know what? Let's get a little more separation. Brittany, stay there. Let's get a little more separation from you guys. Yeah, let's give her some room. Give her some ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Величайшее шоу мира на английском - текст Тайна третьей планеты на английском - текст Перестройка на английском - текст Агония на английском - текст Дети капитана Гранта на английском |