- So you choose to have nothing to do with him. - No, that's not true.
- You don't see him. - W-well...
- uh... not very much. - But you'd like to see him?
- Not very much. - Then I was right.
You don't want to have--
again from the same spot?
"Boonlar bana Savache Gange met Leryina
Ghostyaseen Diyearma."
- What does it mean? - "May these always point me
toward the spoils of war."
This is an it--
let's try that again.
"Boonlar bana Savache Gange met Leryina
Ghostyaseen Diyearma."
What does it mean?
"May these always point me to the spoils of war."
No, this isn't a thimble--
you're gonna love it when it comes.
I hate going to these things, oops.
- I'm sorry you're so judgmental. - Well, I'm sorry.
I'm leaving.
- Wait, wait, wait. - No, I'm not.
Can't you just go over there and talk to her?
You don't have to go alone. I'm sure neither-- w-w-w--
I had a birthday, I should be happy.
Eh, but--
what is the line?
It's too late in the evening.
Stanford's in California, not Denver.
Well, that explains it. They lost my records in the mid-mm-m--
- in the mi-mm--
oh, finally. Did you get them?
- Yes. Permission to Sp-speak freely, sir? - Yeah, sure.
- You and I have flown-- yeah. - Shouldn't we do it again?
I'm sorry.
Oh, August sure left early.
Yeah, I think after you dumped coffee on her, she got the hint.
Hey, she made a rude comment about my cello with cheese!
Jell-o with cheese?!
- Come on. - I'm sorry.
I said "cello with cheese."
The whole place crawling with crazed ne'er-do-wells,
and arsenate jackanapes!
Well, I don't l-l-like it!
- Lieutenant! - Yes, sir?
This "panet hlas clost" crime--
- I knew you'd-- - That-- Terry!
- Get out! - No excuse for laughing at me.
And you almost killed him!
- Oh yeah, big loss! - Hey, I almost--
I als-- almost killed him too!
- Man: that was really good. - Good-- good try, Harry.
I need a little bit of room here.
And you almost killed him!
I thought it was worth a try.
One of them right over there!
- Oh my god! - Man: hold on a second.
Do it again.
No, no, right there, right there.
You see, he has-- he's--
He is mighty and they are sucky.
"He is mighty"?
That's not about art class, is it?
Art class? No, I don't care about art.
Let's not forget what one of the great--
what one of the great stinkers of the 20th century--
that can't be right.
Man: let's go back to one, please.
Don't worry about that. I found something else for you to do.
You're coh-ming with me--
let's take it back, shall we?
What'd I miss?
Man: no, no, no, do it again.
She asked for it.
That's so gross.
Okay.
Man: action.
Ooh-Kay!
Uh... resume normal functions in three...
two, one.
Dick: so how was school today?
The best ever. I had my very first make-out session.
- Good for you. - It was Dina, my math-- oh, shoot.
Let's hear it for joey! Yay!
We've been up all night.
We could use a command decision here.
Okay, I'm ready. Read back the list of options.
"Two of us go out and look for him
and one of us stay home by the phone."
Uh-huh, and the second?
"One of us go out and Stoohai--"
- "Stoohai" here. - Man: still rolling.
Don't sweat it, Dick. You know, the big giant head never reads these things anyway.
All right, perhaps I have been remiss,
but mark my words.
By the week's end, I will have established
and emotional "beeshah."
Get me some of that oatmeal.
Uh, uh...
- uh-- - Man: and...
- Dick: shh! - Action!
And Mr. Lott throws him in the fountain! Oh, shoot.
- Um, missed a line-- okay, all right. - Guys, shh.
Oh, why do we have to answer
to that pencil-pushing desk jock-jockey
any--
oh, what is that stuff?
- It's oatmeal.
No, it's all right.
I didn't cook it, okay?
- I don't know.