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our asses won't
be worth a plug nickel.
What do we do?
You've got to find her
and bring her to me.
In the meantime, I'll pretend
as if we really do have her.
But you need to hurry.
I can't get busted again.
I'm on my third strike.
I'll do my best, master.
an implanted tracking chip in them.
Use that and
it'll lead you right to her.
Isn't this amazing?
Just look at it.
Let me guess.
45 hundred new numbers
you've never seen before.
Better than that, 48 hundred.
Every day I send dozens of
messages out into space.
Every day, I wait for
someone to answer back.
Collect call from Uranus
on line two.
You're killing me, Jake.
I know to you
this is all trivial.
But to me this is important.
I know something is gonna happen,
something big.
I haven't seen anything big
from you in days.
Suzi, I'll make time
for you this weekend.
But right now,
I've gotta wait to see if someone in
Trust me, babe,
E.T. is not phoning home.
If you're bored, why don't you
just go home, call it a day?
It's not that I'm bored, Jake.
The only time I get to see you
is when I hang out here.
That's not true.
We do live together.
No we don't.
I live in a big house
with a big comfy bed.
And you live... here,
in UFO central.
The search for extraterrestrial life
is a thankless one,
but it's my job.
To look for UFO's
where there are none?
I wish you could see
how important this is.
If I were to actually
make contact
with an honest to god UFO,
I'd be famous.
I could write my own ticket to
the top of the scientific slog heap.
I know, I know,
it's just you spend
so much time studying
the heavenly bodies.
What about me?
What about this body?
You know I can't concentrate
when you do that.
Well...
how about now?
Is this better?
Suzi...
Come on, baby.
I want your rocket,
and I want it to
blast off right now.
You know, sometimes,
you can be very persuasive.
I want you to produce
a real UFO,
an unbelievable f***ing orgasm.
I think I see one
coming right now.
What's that?
It's probably the microwave,
come on.
That's the atmospheric
disturbance meter.
Something's causing a ripple
in the upper stratosphere.
You don't think...
Uh, it could be.
It looks like
something's trying to
break into our orbit.
A UFO? Please!
Maybe, I have
the server co-ordinates.
You do that.
I'm stepping outside.
I don't know.
I never looked.
We must transport
to the surface.
But we must do it quickly.
Hold me tight.
Not now, Tara.
Can't we do that later.
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