Blown Away Page #3

It's time to toast the bride and groom.

So, raise your glasses!

Here's to the wings of love.

May they never lose a feather...

as long as his big shoes

and her wee little shoes...

are under the bed together!

And, Jimmy, a word of advice now

that you've retired from the field:

If your married life gets a little dull,

and you start getting restless...

I don't know how that's possible.

You tell him, sweetheart.

Just think of your stupid friends here

diffusin' bombs.

Then thank your lucky stars you're home

watching the telly with your bride.

- Who invited Michael Jackson?

- I don't know. He invited himself.

His name is Anthony Franklin.

Your replacement and my new partner.

Hey, I wouldn't go calling

no damn rookie Jim's replacement.

I don't know.

The more I hear about Franklin...

the better I feel

about Jimbo becoming a teacher.

Decorated by the mayor.

Two years on the SWAT team.

Clarence Thomas's acting coach.

And I hear he's hung

like a China mule.

- Who told you that?

- Your wife.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

Hell of a party you're having here.

I'm Anthony Franklin,

your replacement.

Hey, hey, hey!

Yeah, well, so I heard.

Welcome to the party, Tony.

No, it's Anthony. It's Anthony.

I hate abbreviations. You too?

But you didn't know that.

You don't mind me crashing your party?

You know, the team and all.

God, I heard a lot about you.

And I know you heard a lot

about me.

I bet you wish you could see

some of my moves.

I saw your moves, Anthony.

I've got my lady waiting downstairs.

Enjoy your retirement, Lieutenant.

- I plan to.

- See you, guys.

Hee-hee!

Watch yourself.

Peace.

- Cocky son of a b*tch.

- Yeah. He reminds me...

of a cocky son of a b*tch

that I once knew.

- Geez, not tonight!

Nothing to be alarmed about.

It's probably just a tease.

Party on!

- We're gonna miss you, Jimmy.

- It's your turn, Blanket. Show 'em how.

Try to come back.

- Save me one dance.

- Okay.

There. Look.

Come here.

Where are you taking me

on our honeymoon? Compost?

Wait a minute. I thought you

were taking me on a honeymoon.

It's Quepos. Costa Rica.

I think you'll like it.

Hmph. Yeah.

- Bomb squad. Cortez speaking.

- Hey, Robby.

Hey, Jimmy!

Mazeltov, buddy.

I'm sorry I couldn't go to the wedding.

Roarke wouldn't give me the day off.

- Don't worry. You weren't missed.

- What happened with the call?

- Manfred and I weren't invited.

They're under the River Street Bridge

still trying to shut it down.

Give me a call

if you hear anything.

Don't worry about it.

Blanket can handle it.

You concentrate on the missus.

Listen.

You need some love tips

from the Cuban missile here?

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