Remember when they let airlines land in this town?
I don´t understand where we´re going...
...or why we´re bothering anyhow.
-It´s a good deed. -Give us a better reason.
A maniac hijacked a municipal bus with 30 passengers on it.
I got a hunch where those passengers are and who that maniac is.
Share it with us.
Phoenix.
Simon Phoenix.
Send a maniac to catch one.
Phoenix!
Don´t move, Phoenix.
You´re under arrest.
Arrest? Shit.
And you´re trespassing.
Where are the passengers?
Oh, yes, the passengers.
Well, they´re....
Fuck you.
The passengers are gone.
See, I told the city, ´´Look, nobody comes down here.´´
Postmen figured it out...
...policemen figured it out.
But the goddamn bus drivers just wouldn´t listen.
Last time, Phoenix.
Where are the hostages?
To hell with the hostages! This is between you and me!
What you got?
Do something.
Go ahead.
You´re up to your ass in gasoline.
I´ll set your ass on fire.
Is it cold in here?
Or is it just me?
Where are they, Phoenix?
Now, where did I put them?
I swear, l´d lose my head if it wasn´t attached.
I´ll keep that in mind.
Damn it, l´m tired of this demolition man shit!
You were not supposed to come down here!
You were not supposed to attempt the arrest of Phoenix alone...
...and to blow anything up!
It wasn´t me! He dumped the gas and rigged the place to blow!
Right, you weren´t involved.
I know you´ve tried to nail this psycho for years.
But remember a thing called...
...police procedure?
-Where are the hostages? -They´re not here.
What?!
He must´ve stashed them somewhere!
Are you sure they weren´t in there?!
I did a thermo check and there was eight of them, all in his gang.
Wrong again!
You got something to say?
Get him out of here!
Motherfucker!
We are going to have a chat.
Captain!
Over here! There´re bodies everywhere!
There must be 20 or 30.
They´re everywhere.
See that? I told him!
He said he didn´t care!
How could you sacrifice all those innocent people for me!
What kind of man are you?!
We´ll spend a lot of quality time together. ´Bye, sweetie!
Honey! Sugar!
You got a lawyer, better call him.
John Spartan, you´ve done great deeds for Los Angeles.
So it is with some regret that l, William Smithers...
...acting as Assistant Warden, hereby carry out this sentence.
Skip it.
You´ve been sentenced to 70 years...
...sub-zero re-habilitation in the California Cryo-Penitentiary...
...for the involuntary manslaughter of 30 civilians.
Skip it.
You´ll be in cryo-stasis throughout your sentence...
...and your behavior will be altered through synaptic suggestion.
You´ll be eligible for parole no earlier than 2046.
I´m sorry.
All personnel...
...the next scheduled parole hearing for prisoner Gilmour...
...takes place at 07:15.
Warden William Smithers, report to Level A, conference room.
Mellow greetings.
Be well, Lieutenant Lenina Huxley.
As it is a beautiful...
...Monday morning and as my duty log irrationally requires it...
...l´m querying you on the prison population.
Does the tedium continue?
Your question is amusing but irrelevant.
The prisoners are ice cubes. They never move.
I find this lack of stimulus to be truly disappointing.
-Don´t you think? -I try not to.
You´re young, think all you want.
Things don´t happen anymore, we´ve taken care of all that.
I´ll fiber-op you back after the parole hearings.
Have a peachy day.
Be well.
Vector 137.
Upcoming, Santa Monica Boulevard.
Retina coding accepted.
Warden Smithers, be well.
Go on.
Self-drive on.
Self-drive engaged.
Coding on.
No police presence is requested in the city at this time.
Report to the station.
Oh, boy, how exciting.
That´s it.
Food, glorious food.
There´ll be another in 12 hours.
These assholes are predictable.
God, I hate this place!
But we´re not ready, Friendly.
That doesn´t really matter anymore.
People are hungry.
We´ve nothing to lose.
Greetings.
Lovely Lenina.
Greetings, welcome to the emergency line of the SAPD.
If you prefer an automated response, press one now.
Be well.
Mellow greetings, Lenina Huxley.
Let me guess, all is serene?
On the contrary, it´s been a horrific a.m.
Public buildings were defaced.
Walls smudged with...
...scandalous graffiti.
Really?
Brutal. Why wasn´t an ´´all cars´´ notified?
Because there was no need to create widespread panic.
Lieutenant Huxley...
...l monitored your disheartening and distressing comments...
...to the warden this morning.
Do you really long for chaos and disharmony?
Your fascination with the 20th century affects your judgment.
You realize you´re setting a bad example for other officers and personnel.
Thank you for the attitude readjustment.
Info assimilated.
Sanctimonious asshole.
Lenina Huxley, you are fined 1/2 credit...
...for a ´sotto voce´ violation of the verbal morality statute.
Thank you.
That was tense.
That was tense?!
Tell me, Garcia....
Don´t you get bored code tracing perps who break curfew and tell dirty jokes?
I find my job deeply fulfilling.
I just can´t get over the reality of this office, Lenina.
You´re still addicted to the 20th century.
High from its harshness. Buzzed by its brutality.
Holy smokes!
Is there anything in this office which doesn´t violate Contraband Ordinance 22?
Only you.
Don´t you ever want something to happen?
Goodness, no.
I knew you´d say that.
What I wouldn´t give for some action.
Mr. Simon Phoenix.
One of our first and most illustrious members.
Allow me...
...to welcome you to your parole hearing.
Let´s get this over quickly.
Twenty-nine years ago, the parole system, as you know it...
...was rendered obsolete.
Federal Statute 537-29....
Stop it!
Do you have anything fresh to say on your behalf?
I thought not.
Yeah, I do.
Teddy bear.
How´d you know the password?
I wish I knew.
Simon says, die.
Warden...
...let´s get this over quickly.
Retina coding accepted, Warden William Smithers.
Be well.
Yeah, you too.
187. 187.
Northwest quadrant. 187.
Oh, my!
I don´t believe it!
Northwest quadrant. 187.
What´s a 187?
I don´t know.
Cryo-prison.
Level 6.
Identify code 187.
MDK.
MurderDeathKill.
MurderDeathKill!
Last recorded offense, September 25, 2010.
Initiate search, confirming location.
Cryo-prison, Level 6.
Two code 187´s. Officer John D´Argent, guard.
Officer Alfred Pamela, guard.
Tracking.
Live transmission diagnostic check, Warden William Smithers.
Injuries: severe eye trauma, ruptured spleen...
...punctured lung...
...broken rib, internal bleeding.
Condition critical.
Vital signs failing.
Imminent death.
Subject deceased.
187, Warden William Smithers...
...born February 14th, 1967...
...died August 4th, 2032.
-What´s the matter with all of you? -The cryo-prison, sir.
Three non-sanctioned life terminations.
Do you wish to assign a coroner?
MurderDeathKills?!
Three MDKs!
Access cryo-pen´s hearing schedule.
Display a list of people interviewed for parole.
Accessing cryo-prison processing. Restricted information.
Cocteau Cryo-prison, morning hearing schedule.
August 4th, active file.
7:00 a.m., Hyde, Quentin.
8:15, Peterson, Scott.
-7:30, Phoenix. -It´s Phoenix!
-7:45.... -Who?
Simon Phoenix.
I knew him.
He´s evil in a way you´ve never read about.
He´s a criminal the likes of which you have never seen.
Hold that thought.
Simon Phoenix´s code, now.
Access code for Phoenix, Simon.
-No code found. -L-7, are you getting a virus?
-Of course not. -You don´t get it.
Phoenix isn´t coded.
He was chilled in the 20th...
...before they started lo-jacking everybody.
Declared his own kingdom in South Central L.A.
In a bad time...
-...he was the worst. -Emergency, code 187.
Emergency, code 187.
Locating stopped code.
MurderDeathKill. MurderDeathKill.
Location...
...Cryo-prison, parking area. Cryo-prison, Level 6....
Cryo-prison parking zone.
Enhancing image.
Tracking Dr. Mostow.
187, deceased.
Do you wish to assign a coroner?
Is the doctor´s car still in the lot?
The answer is no. Car missing.
Doctor´s conveyance is not in parking zone. It is in motion.
Locate precise code-fix on doctor´s conveyance.
Fixing location. Beverly Hills.
Robertson.
Doheny.
Beverly Drive.
Vehicle has been code-fixed.
Approaching the corner of Wilshire and Santa Monica Boulevard.
Glorious.
Fine work.
All nearby units, ProtectServe...
...Wilshire and Santa Monica.
-Unit 12 ProtectServe. -Apprehend fugitive.
Proceed with extreme assertiveness.
Doctor´s vehicle has been code-fixed.
Approaching the corner of Wilshire and Santa Monica Boulevard.
Lately I just don´t feel like there´s anything special about me.
You are an incredibly sensitive man...
...who inspires joy-joy feelings in all those around you.
-Get out of here! -Excuse me.
I´m sorry.
Greetings, Citizen. How are you on this glorious day?
You look great today!
I feel good too.
Angeles lnformation Network. Automated banking.
Damn, l´m possessed.
I wonder if I can play the accordion too.
File code accepted.
Friendly, Edgar. Code level 60.
Listed offenses: civil unrest....
Don´t you hear a thought repeating in that barbaric brain of yours?
The name Friendly, Edgar?
Edgar Friendly.
Don´t you have a job to do?
Don´t you have someone to kill?
Someone to kill.
´´Gun,´´ noun. Portable firearm.
This device was widely utilized in the urban wars of the late 20th century.
Referred to as a ´´pistol.´´
I don´t need a history lesson. Where are the goddamn guns?
You are fined one credit for a violation of the verbal morality statute.
Fuck you.
Your repeated violation has caused me to notify the police.
Please remain where you are for your reprimand.
Yeah, right.
Fuckers are fast too.
You are fined one credit for violation of the verbal morality statute.
ProtectServe in place.
4 minutes, 15 seconds lapse.
Maniac is imminent. Request advice.
With a firm tone of voice...
...demand maniac lie down with hands behind back.
Simon Phoenix!
Lie down with your hands behind your back!
What´s this?
Six of you. Such nice tidy uniforms.
Oh, l´m so scared.
You don´t have sarcasm any more?
Maniac responded scornfully.
Approach and repeat ultimatum in an even firmer tone of voice.
Add the words, ´´or else.´´
Lie down on the ground...
...or else!
Anti-Graffiti Activation Program...
...activated.
Aborted.
Human presence detected.
Safety override code accepted.
Lucky number seven.
We´re police officers!
We´re not trained to handle violence!
Wait for me!
Stupid.
Simon says, everybody sing!
´´And the home
´´Of the brave´´
Play ball!
We´ve lost cameras for six blocks.
Go to Century City, 1200 millimeters.
He´s going for the vehicle´s battery coil.
It´s pure capacitance gel.
The problem is not the defacement of public buildings or...
...the noise pollution caused by the exploding devices.
Allow me to explain.
The real problem lies in the man whose initials...
...mark the detonating graffiti...
...on the streets of our peaceful city.
The man behind the ´´E.F.´´...
...Mr. Edgar Friendly.
For a sadly extended period of time...
...we in San Angeles...
...have been plagued by a pack of subterranean hooligans.
You will come to know them as ´´scraps.´´
Men and women who have left the comfort of our society...
...only to spew hostility...
...at the very bottom they have relinquished.
There was a time when we used to look upon these scraps...
...as rather pathetic and relatively harmless.
Now they have a leader.
Mr. Friendly seems relentless in his ambition...
...to infect our harmony with his venom.
He must, of course...
...be stopped.
This radical terrorist behavior, led by Mr. Friendly...
...must not be allowed to undermine our safety.
Safety Above All.
I expect your trust, confidence and certitude.
Excuse me.
Dr. Cocteau...
...a cryo-con has effected self-release from the penitentiary.
It´s quite horrific. MurderDeathKills, all categories of chaos.
Enhance your calm.
Be well them for me.
Get me Captain George Earle immediately.
It was just....
It was so....
How can a man be so blatantly sadistic?
It was fun for him.
Do everything in your power to snare this agent of destruction.
You have my utmost confidence.
It will be done, Dr. Cocteau.
Be well.
´´Utmost confidence.´´
´´Everything in our power.´´
What else is there?
Zachary Lamb...
...how was the fiendish Phoenix apprehended back in the 20th?
Twelve-state manhunt.
Satellite surveillance.
A video bite on ´´Unsolved Mysteries.´´
None of them worked.
In the end, it took just one man.
One cop.
John Spartan.
John Spartan?
That´s right.
They called him the ´´Demolition Man.´´
Spartan file 98345, LAPD.
Spartan file 98761C, LAPD.
Are you sure this is real life?
Barely.
Spartan´s a legend.
I´ve been doing a historical study. Over 1,000 arrests over three years.
All authentic criminals.
There was a lot more business back then.
How do you justify destroying a $7 million mini mall...
...to rescue a girl whose ransom is only $25,000?
Fuck you, lady.
Good answer.
This is your recommendation?!
The Demolition Man´s an animal.
He´s clearly the man for a job such as this. You could reinstate him.
He´s a muscle-bound grotesque...
...who hasn´t worn a shield in 40 years.
Simon Phoenix is an old-fashioned criminal.
We need an old-fashioned cop.
Biofax 312-618 is ready for regular routine inspection.
John Spartan, 5864.
Pulmonary activity approaching normal.
Biolink engaged.
Laser defibrillation sequence started.
Plasma transfer in 15 seconds.
Plasma transfer, 10 seconds...
...8 seconds...
...6 seconds....
Plasma transfer complete.
MTL complete.
Hunting down an escaped cryo-con...
...by releasing another one?
I am unconvinced.
It´s within the powers of the police.
He can be released on limited parole and reinstated to active duty.
It´s not enough to collect the ´90s?
Cocteau said everything in our power.
I can´t think of a better idea.
That doesn´t mean it´s a good one.
This man comes from a dissimilar method of law enforcement.
I´m not sure he´s any different than Simon Phoenix himself.
Detective?
I am Lieutenant Lenina Huxley.
The year is 2032.
The reason you have been released is--
How long have I been under?
36 years.
I had a wife.
What happened to my wife?
Her life was extinguished in the Big One of 2010.
She died.
In an earthquake.
The earthquake.
I had a daughter.
What happened to her?
John Spartan.
I am Chief of Police George Earle.
We didn´t thaw you out for a family reunion.
Consider it fortunate that the lieutenant did a probe on your wife.
This is about you and the cryo-con Simon Phoenix.
What?
Today Simon Phoenix escaped from this cryo-facility. We´ve had 1 1 murders...
...so far.
You see, we´ve become a society of peace-loving...
...and understanding and we are, quite frankly, not equipped...
...to deal with this situation.
There´s been no deaths of unnatural causes in San Angeles for 16 years.
Where?
The Santa Barbara, Los Angeles, San Diego Metroplex merged in 2011 .
You are in what used to be L.A.
That´s great.
-You, get me a Marlboro. -Yes, of course.
What´s a Marlboro?
It´s a cigarette. Any cigarette.
Smoking is not good for you. Anything not good for you is bad.
Hence, illegal. Alcohol, caffeine, contact sports, meat--
You´re shitting me.
You are fined one credit for violation of the verbal morality statute.
What the hell is that?
-You are fined one credit.... -Bad language...
...chocolate, gasoline, uneducational toys and spicy food.
Abortion is illegal, so is pregnancy if you don´t have a license.
Caveman...
...let´s finish with the Rip Van Winkle and get moving.
Our Mr. Phoenix has risen from the ashes.
I tracked that dirtbag for two years...
...and when I finally bring him down you turn me into an ice cube.
Thanks, but no thanks.
The conditions of your parole are full reinstatement into the SAPD...
...and immediate assignment to the apprehension of Phoenix.
Or...
...you can go back into cryo-stasis.
Not many people get a second chance, John Spartan.
Any new inforama on Simon Phoenix?
There is nothing, Lenina Huxley.
Where´s Spartan?
He went to the bathroom. I guess he got all thawed out.
I formally convey my presence.
How are you doing?
They´re not used to physical greetings.
I don´t know...
...if you guys know it but...
...you´re out of toilet paper.
Did you say toilet paper?
They used handfuls of wadded paper...
...back in the 20th.
I´m happy you´re happy, but in place of toilet paper...
...you´ve got a shelf with three sea shells.
He doesn´t know how to use the sea shells.
I can see how that´d be confusing.
I don´t believe it. Is that you, Spartan?
Zach Lamb?
What happened to you?
I got older.
My God, I remember when you were...
...a rookie pilot.
They finally grounded me.
Shit, you were a damn good flyer.
You´re fined two credits for violation of the verbal morality statute.
I´ll be right back.
They seem to be friends, yet...
...he speaks to him in the most profane manner.
If you´d read my study, you´d know this is how heterosexual men bonded.
I knew that.
Thanks a lot you shit-brained, fuck-faced, duck-fucking...
-...pain in the ass. -You´re fined five credits...
...for repeated violations of the verbal morality statute.
So much for the sea shells.
See you in a few minutes.
Unfortunately Simon Phoenix was not coded.
While you´re sleeping on everyone was installed code.
It was a brilliant idea by Dr. Cocteau. An organic microchip...
...is sewn into the skin.
Sensors all over the city can zero in on anyone at any time.
I can´t even conceive what you police officers did before it was developed.
We worked. This fascist crap makes me want to puke.
What do you think you´re scratching?
You really think we´d let you go without control?
Your code was implanted when you thawed.
Why not just shove a leash up my ass?
You dirty meat-eater!
No matter how Viking your era was...
...l cannot digest how you ever wore a badge!
You´re going back, John Spartan, you´re going back!
Could you two please dump some hormones?!
We need every cortex we can get here.
We don´t need the Neanderthal.
Our computer has already examined every scenario...
...resulting from the appearance of Simon Phoenix.
It´s determined he´ll try to set up a drug lab and form a crime syndicate.
That is correct.
I hate to interrupt you two...
...but that´s fucking stupid.
You think he wants to start a business?
Phoenix is going for a gun.
Plain and simple.
Trust me.
He´s going for a gun.
Who cares what this primate thinks?
Resonate some understanding.
The only place a person can even view a gun in this city...
...is at a museum.
Welcome to the San Angeles Museum of Art and History.
Beneath you is an excavation...
...of an actual 20th century street scene...
...of Los Angeles, preserved since the earthquake of 2010.
For specific information on objects featured in the exhibit....
Firearms are displayed in the Armory...
...located on Level A.
You are entering the Hall of Violence...
...a visual representation of the primitive behavior prevalent...
...during the late 20th century.
Home, sweet home.
John Spartan, even if Simon Phoenix was able to locate the cache of firearms...
...it´d be impossible to remove them.
She´s right. They´re located in a maximum security exhibit.
It´s just a hunch. Trust me on this.
It´s a cop thing.
And what am l, a frog?
Excuse me.
I´ll drive.
Resetting all bio-links for new driver.
Weight, height, peripheral vision set.
If you would like...
...to commence transportation, John Spartan, initialize sequence now.
You drive.
Welcome, Lenina Huxley.
You seem very much alone, John Spartan, but...
...things aren´t all that different.
Perhaps you´d like to hear an oldies station?
Oh, what a relief it is.
This is the town´s most popular station.
Wall to wall mini-tunes. You called them ´´commercials.´´
The classic you´ve been waiting for.
The number one request: ´´Armour Hot Dogs.´´
´´Kids eat Armour Hot Dogs....´´
This is my fave!
´´Skinny kids, kids who climb on rocks
´´Tall kids, sissy kids, even kids with...
´´...chicken pox love hot dogs
´´Armour Hot Dogs
´´The dogs kids love to bite.´´
Someone put me back in the fridge.
You are entering the armory exhibit.
Here you will find displays in the cabinets and walls....
So sorry. Didn´t see you there.
Sweet baby.
Oh, shit.
This is what l´m talking about.
How do I get in here?
Is there a 15 day waiting period? Or can I just take one now?
Motherfucker.
Oh, fuck it.
Mellow greetings.
What seems to be your boggle?
My boggle?
How much do you weigh?
I weigh--
Please vacate the museum, patrons.
Be calm.
Please vacate...
...the museum, patrons. Be calm.
Wait a minute, this is the future.
Where are all the phaser guns?
Mellow greetings, sir.
What´s your boggle?
Warning, please exit rapidly.
The magnetic accelerator gun, the last hand-held weapon...
...of this millennium, displaced the flow of neutrons...
...through a nonlinear cycloid electromagnetic accumulator.
So, what? It needs batteries?
What size? Where the fuck do you find batteries?
Is there a battery store around?
Excuse me, patron. Can l--
Where´s Radio Shack?
Sweet music to my ears.
The magnetic accelerator gun will achieve fusion in 2.6 minutes.
I was thinking about leaving quickly. Patience is not one of my virtues.
Did you see that?
What?
Never mind. I give up trying to figure this place out.
Excuse me, Rambo. I need to borrow this.
Access and correlate procedure.
Establish communication with intruder.
Wrong.
-Luke Skywalker, use the Force. -Oh, dear.
-What the hell is this? -It´s a glow-rod. It´s what we got.
Does it work?
Guess so.
He´s trapped in section 8.
Make sure the building´s clear.
Done. I want a visual.
Every corridor of the museum, I want full sensors routed to me.
You guys wait here. Give me 10 minutes.
Museum patron, you are now confined to the armory.
Museum patron, you are now confined to the Armory.
The armory exhibit is now sealed.
All museum patrons still in the facility should remain calm.
Help is imminent.
This museum is no longer sealed.
What can I say? l´m a blast from the past.
You should´ve stayed there.
That voice sounds familiar. Who is that?
Bad aim, blondie.
John Spartan?
They let anybody into this century! What´re you doing here?
Simon says, bleed!
Great. Just great.
You´re making it too easy.
Come on, you piece of shit!
Let me get this right.
They defrosted you just so you could lasso my piddly ass?
I´ve dreamed about killing you for 40 years.
Keep dreamin´!
Magnetic accelerator activated.
About time.
Past is over!
Time for something new and improved!
Oh, hell.
Shit! I love this gun!
How do you like the future?
Come on!
That must hurt!
Huh, soldier boy?
You´re on TV!
Oh, shit!
You´re dead!
Forgot to say, ´´Simon says.´´
Oh, shit.
Good one.
Sorry you must go!
Shit!
Our noble facility has been desecrated by hooligans.
Someone will pay dearly for this.
Sir, the stress breeder is inside being demobilized as we speak.
Shit. Being frozen must have thrown my aim off.
I´ll get you with the next shot.
I don´t think so.
No kiss-kiss, no bang-bang.
You were doing so well.
Don´t you have a job to do?
Isn´t there a thought repeating in your barbaric brain?
The name Friendly.
Mr. Edgar Friendly.
Don´t you have someone to kill?
-Yeah, I do. -Excellent.
Then go and do your job.
Shit.
Saved by the bell.
Shit!
Damn!
You´re lucky he didn´t whack you.
I must say that whacking, whatever it is, sounds most disagreeable.
You scared him away.
I don´t know how to thank you. You saved my life.
No problem.
Not bad for a 74-year-old.
Simon Phoenix knows he has some competition.
He´s finally matched his meat.
You really licked his ass.
That´s ´´met his match´´...
...and ´´kicked his ass.´´
´´Met his match and kicked his ass.´´
Captain Earle....
Who is this man?
John Spartan, temporarily reinstated to the San Angeles Police Department...
...to pursue the cryo-con Simon Phoenix.
You told us to do everything in our power to capture him.
Yes, I did. I did.
Yes, I do recall the exploits of Mr. John Spartan.
Yes, of course. The Demolition Man.
That´s quite all right.
Unexpected. Creative.
But quite all right.
John Spartan, welcome.
In honor of your arrival and your...
...protection of the sanctity of life...
...namely my own...
...l would like to invite you to join me for dinner tonight.
Both of you.
Please, I insist.
I would like you to accompany me...
...to Taco Bell.
Look forward to it. Thanks.
Taco Bell?
So let me get this right:
Spacely Sprockets here, who´s now the man in charge, the Mayor/Gov...
...who wants to take me to Taco Bell...
...and I wouldn´t mind a burrito...
...has also built the damn cryo-prison?
John Spartan, you are fined....
Dr. Cocteau is the most important man in town.
He practically created our new way of life...
...savage.
He can have it.
Phoenix could be anywhere...
...but not being coded can limit him.
Correct. Money is outmoded.
All transactions are through codes.
So he can´t buy food or a place to stay for the night.
It´d be a waste of time to mug someone.
Unless he rips off someone´s hand.
But with officers patrolling...
...it should be just a matter of tick-tocks before--
We already have a backup plan.
We can wait for another code to go red.
When Phoenix performs another MurderDeathKill...
...we´ll know exactly where to pounce.
Thank you.
I´ve been an enthusiast of your escapades for quite some time.
In fact, I perused some visuals from the Schwarzenegger Library.
Hold it.
The Schwarzenegger Library?
Yes, the Schwarzenegger Presidential Library.
Wasn´t he an actor?
He was President?
Even though he wasn´t a native, his popularity caused the 61 Amendment.
I don´t want to know.
President.
What´s this? No welcome mat?
What is this?
How do they expect you to kill somebody?
Oh, shit, I love that smell. Reminds me of biscuits and gravy.
All right. A job is a job.
Edgar Friendly, whoever the fuck you´re, prepare for Simon Phoenix.
What´s with Cocteau?
He says I saved his life, though l´m not sure of it.
My reward is dinner and dancing at Taco Bell?
I like Mexican food, but....
Your tone is quasi-facetious.
Taco Bell is the only restaurant to survive the Franchise Wars.
So?
Now all restaurants are Taco Bell.
No way.
Welcome to Taco Bell.
Enjoy your meal.
´´Valley of the Jolly Green Giant
´´Good things from the garden
´´Garden in the valley