Ernest Goes to Jail

not gonna give me a chance.

Ernest, you got to

believe in yourself.

Y-You've got to have

faith in the system.

You're right, Charlotte.

After all,

I am Ernest P. Worrell,

an upwardly mobile American

at his best,

and I know that

if I pay my taxes, bathe,

and floss regularly,

I will ascend the ladder

of success, hand over foot.

Ernest, do you think

the floor needs a polish?

Come on. Walk this way.

Come on.

Two minutes for me, man.

Man:

Attention to cellblock...

exercise time is over

in five minutes.

Today's your deadline, Eddie.

I want that money you owe me.

I'm sorry, Mr. Nash.

I just need a little more time.

Not good enough, Eddie.

Lyle...

See if you can help Eddie

with his attitude.

I'll get it for you.

I swear.

Oh, I know that, Eddie.

The question is when.

Tomorrow...

I'll get it for you tomorrow.

Today's your deadline.

I hate to encourage tardiness.

Please...

I'll get it for you tonight.

I swear.

See that you do, Eddie.

See that you do.

There.

All cleaned up.

That should pass

Mr. Pendlesmythe's inspection.

Right you are, Charlotte.

And Mr. Poodlesmurf is lucky

to have me on his team.

As a matter of fact,

one of these days,

I'm gonna walk into that office,

and I'm gonna say...

- "Oscar, babe..."

- What?

Uh, good morning,

Mr. Puddlesmoot...

Smiddlepit...

Smooglepoot...

Pendlesmythe, you idiot!

Uh, yes, sir.

Can't you get anything right?

Why are you

such a screw-up?

Ernest, you've got to be

more careful.

I know.

I'll never get to be a clerk.

I'll be lucky if they let me

stay on as a janitor,

know what I mean?

Hey, maybe I can help you

with that promotion.

All you need is a little

more self-confidence.

You're right, Charlotte.

I need to think more positive.

I need to think...

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