Turner & Hooch Page #2

he's not gonna want to come down

and talk to you like I do,

because he's, well, he's scared

to death of your dog.

- [Hooch Growls]

- I can't figure out why.

[Mumbling]

Whoa, all right! Hey, all right!

That-That's good! Huh?

Yeah, just sit there.

Drool over yourself.

[Amos]

Gave 'im whisky once.

Then he howled all night.

Now he sticks to beer.

- You want some?

- No. No.

Thank you,

I'm not on Hooch's hours.

Well, l-l-I really have to get goin'.

Oh. [Groans]

Movin' up to the big city, huh?

[Sighs]

Yeah.

Well, maybe me and Hooch

could come and visit.

You? Anytime.

Hooch, uh...

Sacramento is the state capital.

I think they have laws

against dogs like Hooch.

Oh, stop.

It's not that funny.

Sorry, man.

I can't help it.

Every time I think about it...

I nearly wet my pants!

So do I.

That's why it's not funny.

[Katie]

Delta One, Delta One.

Hey, Katie. Turner can't come

to the phone right now.

- He's got a dog on this throat.

- Now, now. Just say "thank you,"

and then we're, that we're clear.

Thanks for the radio check, Katie.

We're clear.

[Katie] No, it's business, Turner.

Some kids found money on Pinecone Beach.

So far they've counted 8,000.

- All right, we'll be right there, sure.

- Katie, we're on the way, pronto.

[Tyres Squealing]

- Mrs Harper?

- Oh. Okay.

First I thought it was play money.

They had it scattered all over the road.

- Wow.

- Then, when I realized it was real,

I had them show me where they found it

so I could show you.

If no one claims it or identifies it

in 30 days, it's yours.

- Oh.

- I found it. It's mine.

- She can't have any.

- Stop!

Well, I'm confiscating it,

and if you do get it,

you have to use it for college.

It's the law.

- See?

- We have some forms you're gonna

need to fill out, Mrs Harper.

Yes. Stop that!

[Foghorn Blows]

[Boyett] She wanted a formal

church wedding, and I said fine.

Suddenly, it's two grand

for a wedding dress,

reception with a full bar for 400,

and I'm gonna end up

pickin' up the tab for the honeymoon.

They're talkin' Bora Bora.

[Laughs]

There he is now.

Didn't you want to talk to him?

Yeah. Ferraday!

Want to talk to you.

Ferraday, I'm talkin' to you!

Right there!

What's the hurry?

[Screams]

[Moaning]

[Barking]

[Amos]

Hooch! Be quiet.

- [Ferraday Groaning]

- For Christ's sake.

You know, I feel like an ass.

I mean, I take you in, I give you

my trust, and what do you do?

- You take the food off my kid's plate.

- [Whimpering]

[Gasping] It was there.

L-I just lost my head.

It won't happen again,

Mr Boyett.

[Screaming]

Deal with it.

[Barking Continues]

- Hi, there.

- [Gasps] You get out of here.

- You back off!

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