Cheech and Chong's The Corsican Brothers Page #3

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but have you seen...

my Poofter? No?

Oh, my God!

No, no, no!

Don't come back!

Look for my Poofter!

There's a lot of meat...

on one of these

little suckers, huh?

Wonder if he wants any?

Here, puppy! Come on!

Come on.

Here we go.

Hey, you like it?

That taste good?

Guy's a vicious little dog, man,

goes right for the throat, huh?

What a hunter.

We ought to keep him

around all the time.

He belongs to Fuckaire.

No wonder he's so vicious.

That reminds me, we'd

better keep our eye out.

Fuckaire's men will be

out here looking for him.

Hey, puppy.

I'm sorry, my brother...

I should have known better.

Hey, don't worry.

We just got their dog.

What's the most

they can do to us?

Hey, man, this is not gonna be

so bad after all.

Wow, this is like

a country club.

Must be some of

the other inmates.

Hey, brother, let's

not get into a gang.

You know, that only

complicates things.

Now let's keep our noses clean,

do our good time, and get out.

Oh, wow, coed!

Hey, this is not...

gonna be so bad after all.

Man, this ain't

one of those prisons...

where they cut your hair?

Did you see that?!

Un guillotine!

-Easy, my brother.

-What?

Look at these people,

they envy us.

Do you want to be me?

I'll trade places

with you right now.

We're about the same size.

Hey, come on, come on,

look, let's--look, I'm sorry.

Hey, look, this is

all a big mistake.

Come on, man, we can--

we can work something out.

Fuckaire!

Fuckaire, we thank you...

for allowing us

the opportunity...

to show our people

how real men die.

You may kill us, Fuckaire...

but you will never

kill the revolution.

I am Corsican!

I am not afraid to die.

Allons!

Allez, allez!

Bravo, bravo.

What a great pity

that such noble words...

should be your last words.

Can I say something

for a minute?

I'm Mexican,

and I'm afraid to die.

I want to live!

And we didn't do

nothing to your dog.

And we didn't kidnap him, man.

We found him, you know.

As a matter of fact,

you should be thankful, man.

You should be giving

us a reward, you know...

but we'll let it go

and let bygones...

be bygones.

Just let it--

Be brave, my brother.

Let me be the first to die

for the revolution.

Let him be the first to die.

Sure, be the first to die.

Wait a minute,

they cut his head off...

I'm gonna feel the pain.

Wait a minute!

Corsican Brothers!

There he is!

Arrete!

Silence!

My friends...

you dirty--you peasants...

I have decided,

in my great mercy...

because...

I am so tender-hearted, eh?

To spare the lives of these

Brothers Corsican.

Hope of liberation

floated in the air...

but even as the brothers made...

their bold ascendancy

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