Mr. & Mrs. Smith Page #2

You going out?

Yes. Some clown crashed a server in a law

firm downtown and ended the world, so yes.

We promised the Colemans.

- I know.

- OK.

I'll be there. In and out. Just a quickie.

Probably feels like

you're the only people going through this,

but there are millions of couples

that are experiencing the same problems.

- We got a plane in an hour.

- All right.

- Who's Al Gore? "Quotes", 800.

- Prodded about possible insider trading,

she remarked on national television,

"I want to focus on my salad. " Ryan?

- Martha Stewart.

- Martha Stewart?

- "Quotes" for 1000.

- Regarding Mick Jagger's knighthood,

he scoffed, "It's a paltry honor, mate.

Hold out for the lordship. "

- 40.

- All right. I'll match you...

What the hell?

What's this shite?

Sorry. Where's the can around here?

Chrissake...

Take a... Hey, you guys playing poker?

- Private game. Piss off.

- Could I sit in? You think I could...

What part of "piss off"

do you not understand?

Guys... Whoa, be a little friendly.

I got the cash...

Easy, big feller.

That's cool, man. You're cool.

Lis... Look, see?

You see what I'm saying?

See what I'm saying?

Anyone interested?

Nah. Cos I'll clean you out.

I understand. Fine.

Listen, I want...

Those are really nice shoes, man.

Jesus!

- Here's an empty chair. I could sit here...

- That is Lucky's chair.

Where's Lucky? I don't see Lucky.

- Lucky's not back yet.

- Then I'll sit here.

Unless...

I'm too hot for you.

- Solid silver.

- Ooh, very sweet.

"To dodging bullets. Love, Jane. "

In the pot. Put it in the pot.

Oh, he's pulled something.

You're in trouble now.

- $60, eh?

- In.

Look at the big man over there!

Let's play some poker!

- Fives.

- He's got 14 different tells!

You are bleeding William Tell.

- What the hell is this?

- Sorry, Lucky.

You're done, pal.

Thanks for the memories.

Oh, you Lucky? No kidding.

What is it, kid?

You looking for a job or something?

You are the job.

Pair of threes.

- Have you been a bad boy?

- Yes.

You know what happens to bad boys?

- They get punished.

- Ooh, yeah. Punish me.

Have you been selling

big guns to bad people?

Mister Racin?

Mister Racin? You OK?

Oh, the Colemans.

He's down!

Taxi?

- Hey, hon.

- Hey, baby. I didn't hear you downstairs.

Yeah, I went to the sports bar.

Put some money on the game.

Yeah? How'd you do?

I got lucky.

Welcome, neighbors!

- Hi, Susan.

- Good to see you, John.

- There you go.

- Oh, this is wonderful.

Thank you.

- What a lovely dress.

- Thank you very much. So is yours.

- Come on, let's go see the girls.

- Don't stray too far, guys.

You want a Cuban?

No, I don't smoke.

- Clean body, clean soul, Suzy says.

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