Ernest Scared Stupid Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1991
- 91 min
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So in other words,
I came back another day.
Aahhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhh!
Pretty scary scream, huh?
My heart was in my throat.
You have a rare gift.
You haven't seen the grand finale yet.
Come here.
See, they'll come in here
and go through that door
and up this way, where Joey
hits 'em in the face with a mop.
A wet mop.
Then they'll have to crawl
through all these peeled grapes
while I'm screaming, "Where are my eyes?
Don't step on my eyeballs!"
Gross! But I love it.
It's the Murdocks!
Look out, witch! It's an earthquake!
It's a big one... 5.3
on the Richter scale!
Quick! Let's run out the back!
It's caving in! It's caving in!
Get out! You're gonna die!
We're caving in!
Let's run for it! Go! Go!
You buttheads made a big mistake!
Hey, where do you think you're going?
The fun's just beginning!
I don't know what to do. They
wrecked our haunted house.
They... they wrecked your haunted house?
Yeah.
You know, what you need is some of that
hysterical perspective,
know what I mean?
Not... really.
You need to learn a self-defense lesson
from... tiny Botswana, that...
plucky little nation
that defeated the...
giant Ottoman Empire.
Ernest, what does that
have to do with me?
I'm glad you asked.
It was a dark night in lower Botswana.
Giant bula bula flies
droned in the still air.
Then it came...
the screeching war cry
of the Ottoman hordes.
Wa-aah!
We're the Ottomans, and you're not!
You're in a world of it now, pal!
Oh, my. I'm afraid.
Sure, I'm scared.
E-everybody in Botswana's scared.
It looks like curtains.
This place is just screaming for drapes.
Ottomans. They're just wussies.
They're all talk.
I knew an Ottoman eagle scout.
He got a merit badge
in wholesale slaughter.
Aah!
Come on, Ottomans! Take a piece of me!
What we need... is the high ground.
The high ground is
no good without trees.
Friends, Romans, Botswanians,
lend me your tree.
There ain't no trees in Botswana.
Unh-unh. I know.
I am a Botswanian lumberjack,
and I ain't never had a job.
We need dress shields.
You need the high ground
to keep away from us
'cause... 'Cause we're the Ottomans!
Aah!
Ernest, I know! I
know! What we need is...
a treehouse!
I thought we needed dress shields.
Ernest!
Direct hit. Way to go, Ernest.
Do you smell fish?
The first step in
treehouse construction,
which I'll refer to as "step one,"
is tree selection.
With the right tree,
we can build an impregnant fortress
armed with nuclear rays,
disintegrator beams,
and all the latest electronic technology
to afford us a safe haven
against advancing hordes
as well as offering truly
elegant country living
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