Lethal Weapon Page #4

She looks.

TRISH:

An ugly spot?

MURTAUGH:

Thanks. Sharp as a pin.

TRISH:

I'm thinking of going on 'Jeopardy.'

MURTAUGH:

Don't take any questions on cooking.

TRISH:

Thanks. I love you, too.

Carrie is still shrieking. Tears stream down her face.

MURTAUGH:

Hey, kid, turn off the waterworks,

okay?

CARRIE:

(points to Nick)

Daddy, he changed the channel!

MURTAUGH:

NOOOOOO.

NICK:

She's a crybaby, Dad.

MURTAUGH:

Mind your own busines.

(nods toward the TV)

That's illegal.

NICK:

What's illegal?

MURTAUGH:

Can't put a dead body in an

ambulance. This 'Kojak'?

NICK:

'Starsky and Hutch.'

MURTAUGH:

Huh. It's illegal. Never put a

dead body in an ambulance, son,

you got that?

NICK:

Sure, Dad.

MURTAUGH:

Honey, where's the spot remover?

(turns to Carrie)

Young lady, stop crying or I'll

give you something to cry about.

Damn.

He dabs at his tie. Carrie screams. In the kitchen

Trish drops the eggs, swears. The PHONE RINGS. Carrie

screams.

MURTAUGH:

That's it. I'm gonna give you

something to cry about.

He grabs a copy of Newsweek and hands it to her.

MURTAUGH:

Starving children. See? They

haven't eaten, it's very sad.

Cry.

He moves away.

CARRIE:

Daddy, you're weird ...

MURTAUGH:

Thank you, Carrie. Hear that,

honey, the children think I'm

weird.

TRISH:

They're bright children.

(hangs up the

telephone)

Honey, you know a man named Dick

Lloyd? Don't step in the egg.

MURTAUGH:

Where's my thinking? I should've

checked the floor for egg. Dick

Lloyd ... ?

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