yabba-dabba-do
time «
» A dabba-do time «
» You'll have
a gay old time «
Wilma!
My name's Del Griffith.
I'm with the American
Light and Fixture Company,
jewelry division.
I've got a great deal.
This is your Diane Sawyer
autographed earring.
Do you ever watch Sixty Minutes?
Thanks.
This is Czechoslovakian ivory.
That's it. It's $5.00.
Great.
This is your
Walter Cronkite moon ring.
Thank you.
They are filled
with helium,
so they're very light.
Thank you.
This is an autographed
Darryl Strawberry earring.
All right!
These are very
special earrings.
These were originally
handcrafted
for the Grand Wizard of China
back in the fourth century.
These aren't
the originals,
but they are replicas.
Very good replicas, too.
They're selling
for $5.00 a pair.
» Spring over the ground
like a hunting hound «
» For this
is Thanksgiving Day «
I'm Marti Page,
and I'm thankful
that my dad's coming home
for Thanksgiving.
You know something?
it makes you look
a little older, too.
You could pass
for 18 or 19.
Did you call the wife?
No one was home.
Probably at my daughter's
Thanksgiving pageant.
Ohh.
You missed it.
I'm sorry. Those...
those are the precious moments, too.
They don't come back again.
I've been spending too much time
away from home.
I haven't been home
in years.
What, seriously?
It's a figure of speech.
I'm away so much,
it's like not being there.
I called a friend of mine
at Eastern Airlines.
It doesn't look good.
I know.
I called all the airlines.
Well, at least we're
sitting on over 100 beans
from my brilliant idea.
You're a terrific salesman.
You know, uh...
I've been thinking that when we put
our heads together,
we really...
we've really gotten nowhere.
And, uh...
you know,
I think I'm holding you up.
Don't say that
about yourself.
That's not true, Neal.
I think we'll get
where we're going a lot faster
if, uh...
we were alone.
OK?
OK.
I see.
I think I'll just
take care of this
and get going.
I appreciate that.
It's just harder for two people
to travel.
Yeah, sure.
If you've got
reservations-
I understand.
Thanks for the meal.
Yeah, that's all right.
And I owe you
some of this, too.
No, no, no, no.
This is your cut.
Take the money.
Buy your kids
a chocolate turkey.
I'm just going
to leave it there.
Then leave it. Fine.
I'm done, OK?
I've got to go,
so if you'll excuse me,
uh, I got things
to do, uh...
so, uh...
good luck,
and I hope
you get home soon.
I'll see you.
Yeah, sure you will.
It's a white
Lincoln town car,
space v-5.
V-5.
V-5.
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
The car's not there!
I need a ride back!
You...
God!
Goddamn it!
» You're messin'
with the wrong guy «
A- a-aah!
Whoo!
» You're messin'
with the wrong guy «
Oh, gee, Marie,
you're a stitch.
No, mom's doing
the turkey.
Yeah, dad wants ambrosia,
so I guess we'll get
those miniature marshmallows.
I'll do the crescent rolls,
you do the cranberries.
You know I can't cook.
Ohh...
Ahem.
I'll see you
tomorrow then.
Gobble gobble.
Ohh... bye-bye.
Welcome to Marathon.
May I help you?
Yes.
How may I help you?
You can start by wiping
that fucking dumb-ass smile
off your rosy
fucking cheeks.
Then give me
a fucking automobile.
A fucking Datsun,
a fucking Toyota,
a fucking Buick.
Four fucking wheels
and a seat.
I don't care for the way
you're speaking.
I don't care for the way
your company left me
in fucking nowhere
with keys to a fucking car
that isn't fucking there.
I didn't care to fucking walk
down a fucking highway
and across a fucking runway
to get back here
to have you smile
at my fucking face.
I want a fucking car
right fucking now.
May I see your
rental agreement?
I threw it away.
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy, what?
You're fucked.
» You're messin'
with the wrong guy «
OK, 86, wake up.
You're going
to block the line.
Yeah, where you going?
Chicago.
Chicago?
Chicago.
You know you're
in St.