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Wash your windows, lady?

I don't do windows!

We have you surrounded. | Stay right where you are.

Fire a warning shot.

- That's no woman! | - In that case, kill her!

Go back to the future, | you unhuman nymph from hell!

Damn!

Holy sh*t!

No, no! Cut it!

Cut it! God, this is completely | unusable! You effects guys

will be the death of me!

- Hal... Hal! | - Yeah, talk to me!

I'm gonna talk to you, all right! It might be | an idea if the car blows up before it...

So I messed up!

- It happened. It's done. | - Oh, God!

- Turn that thing off! | - All right. I'm trying, I'm trying!

- Is it off or not? | - It's off. I don't know why it's doing this!

How can it be moving if it is off?! | Please answer me!

I don't know.

- I can't get it to stop! | - My life is passing before my eyes!

What the hell are you doing? That's a | quarter-million-dollar piece of equipment!

Oh, my God! Rollie Tyler!

Rollie, it's me, Marty Evans. | I was a third on Chainsaw Santa.

What brings you here?

The kid likes to see movies being made.

- I'm a great fan. | - Fingers! Clean up the cyborg, all right?

Rollie, I have got this | primo new project I'd love to have...

Sorry, I'm not in this game any more. | But if you need any toys for your kids,

give us a ring.

Come on, Chris.

Next time you hire a special-effects | bloke, make sure he's got all his fingers!

- Night. | - That was great, Rollie!

- That was schlock. | - Why don't you work for that guy?

Cos I like living too much.

Can I have some help | with this piece of junk?

Rollie?

We'll be late!

- Did you hear me? | - Yeah. I hear ya.

You're not even dressed!

You are always doing this. | You forgot, didn't you?

No. I didn't forget.

Now, here. Try this on.

Come on!

I had to bribe the maitre d' | to get this reservation.

I'd have been happy just going to Mario's.

It's not your birthday, it's mine.

- You've got good legs. | - Shut up.

I like your dress.

- What is this thing? | - There we are.

- A telemetry suit. | - I would have preferred a Ralph Lauren!

- What are you doing? | - Turning you on.

- What do I do now? | - Whatever you like.

Rollie!

- Do you like it? | - This is amazing!

- Kids are gonna love this. | - The kids that can afford it!

Oh, yeah. Your index finger | operates his eyes.

You're gonna have to think | of a name for this thing.

- I thought I might call it Bluey. | - Bluey?

At home, if you've got red hair | you're called Blue.

- What if you have blue hair? | - Grandma!

Not a hundred per cent effective.

You'll find a screwdriver in your pocket. | Can you hand it to me?

Yeah.

Thank you!

What have we got there?

Wait a minute.

Thank you!

- You like it? | - I love it!

And Bluey loves it too!

Let me turn him off.

- There we go. | - Now can I get out of this thing?

Unless you want to go | to the restaurant like that!

Off we go.

- Yeah? | - It's Mike.

Come on up, Mike.

Chris! I told you,

- no choppers in the house! | - I think I got the hang of it.

- Well done. A light touch, remember. | - Chris...!

- Cut it out. Your father's on his way up. | - I'm all packed, Mom.

Hello?

- Hi, Dad. | - There he is!

Hi, Mike. What time do you have?

I'm sorry. I was working on something | on my own. I got hung up.

How's it goin', slugger?

Look what I nabbed from | the captain's desk. Like it?

Rollie made me a Dick Tracy watch.

Not the same thing. | Your dad's has got a lot more range.

- Mike. | - How are ya?

At least it's real.

- Can I use your phone? | - Yeah. It's right there.

Chris, go get your things.

- A costume party, huh? | - You'd look good in this!

Brandon here.

Come on!

For Chrissake, I just put in 15 hours!

Yeah, I'm heading in. All right.

- Sh*t! | - Mike, you promised!

I'm sorry. I'll take him with me.

- Champ, wanna go to work with me? | - Great!

All right.

Bet you thought I'd forgot.

Bye!

Have a good time!

That guy's still in love with you.

No. He just doesn't like you very much.

- Well? | - You know my middle name.

Long time no see!

OK, Chris,

just make yourself at home over here.

All right?

You stay outta trouble | or I'll throw ya in the cage!

- Mike. | - Yeah?

- Do you play Scrabble? | - I don't believe this, boss.

We got all these unsolveds | and you want me

to stake out a peeper, for Chrissake? | Give it to uniform!

We got a chance to prevent | the crime from happening,

instead of just cleaning up | the mess and pushing paper.

Who's the perp?

He did seven years | for cutting up a model in '82.

Take a look.

Oh, man!

- When do we go? | - Yesterday.

Typical.

You've waited up for us! | That's very nice of ya!

I suppose a drink's | out of the question, is it?

Maybe one, before I get started.

Of course! You've gotta | grade those midterms.

Yep. They're due out on Monday.

- Surprise, surprise! | - Rollie, that's so sweet.

You can't help yourself, can you?

A new gel.

A bit smelly.

Make a wish.

- What did you wish? | - I'm not gonna tell you.

- Go on, tell me. | - No.

Then it won't come true.

Mom...!

Mike... What are you doing here?

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

I gotta talk to Rollie.

Yeah, sure.

Come on, Chris.

We wanna bait a trap for this slimebucket,

make him think that the girl is alone.

Except it won't be the girl, it'll be me.

- That's where you come in. | - You want me to make you look like her?

- Why not? | - You need a miracle worker!

My kid says you can create | any illusion you want to.

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