Police Academy 5: Assignment: Miami Beach Page #2

...here at the Academy.

Harris, you may Well be the best man | for this position.

You may even wind up | as commandant of this Academy.

But you sure have a lot to learn | about acting like a commandant.

At least Lassard has the respect | of his men. Whose respect do you have?

-Commissioner shouldn't have said that. | -He's right.

I know, sir...

but he still shouldn't say it.

No, he's right.

Being qualified just isn't enough.

Now, I know that I was born | to be commandant.

It is my destiny.

You and I are going to Miami Beach.

-We are? | -Don't you see?

We'll go to Miami Beach | and help honor Lassard.

That will show the Commissioner | what a big man I can be.

-Yes, sir. | -Get on the phone. Call the airport.

Make a reservation to Miami Beach.

-First class. | -VIP.

-VIP. I'll impress them from the start. | -That's brilliant, sir.

Jones, pick up the phone.

Up.

When's Lassard coming back?

I didn't know he was gone.

Hello, municipal airport? | This is it. Proctor...

of the Metropolitan Police Academy. | Capt. Harris will be attending...

the NationaI Police Chiefs Convention | in Miami Beach...

and will require two first class tickets | aboard your most prestigious flight.

All lines are busy. Please hold.

I got Proctor on the telephone trying to | book two first-class tickets to Miami...

for him and Harris. | And he thinks I'm the airport.

Great. Just what we need in Miami, Harris.

No, wait.

Put him on hold for a minute.

Checking computers right now, sir. | Please stand by.

I'd like the number | for Budget Rent a Plane, please.

-Come on, pal. let's go. | -Yeah. Okay.

Go!

Go!

-Here, boss. | -Here.

Duck.

Quietly.

I said quietly.

That's all right.

Would you look at this?

Easy.

Get down, nitwit.

-Hey. | -Nighty-night.

All right, let's go.

All right!

-You got the Laser? | -Yeah.

-Give it to me. Come on. | -Okay, it's hot.

-Here you go. | -Sure, here.

Come to papa.

-Beautiful, boss. | -look at that.

Lt. Callahan.

Sgt. Hightower.

Sgt. Jones.

Sgt. Hooks.

Sgt. Tackleberry.

Officer Conklin.

-Thank you. | -All right. let's go.

We've got some time, boys. | What say we find ourselves the bar?

-Sure thing, boss. | -Yeah. Good idea, boss.

Watch it, kid!

Yeah. Nice shot.

-They ought to keep those kids on a leash. | -Yeah.

What an idiot.

Boss.

Out of the way, buddy.

You all right?

-How's my hair? | -Beautiful, boss.

There he goes, boss.

let him go. | We don't want to draw attention.

Yeah, the diamonds.

-Are you sure my hair's all right? | -Yeah, it looks the same.

-How's it look? | -Hasn't budged, boss.

All right. let's go.

Comdt. Lassard...

I was very sorry to learn | that we wouldn't be traveling together.

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