Cat's Eye Page #6

Is this more fun than human beings

should be allowed to have or what?

I'll kill you!

No, Mr. Norris.

But I will most assuredly kill you...

...if you don't get moving in 30 seconds!

The valve was only half-opened that time.

If I open it all the way...

...I'll blow you out of this hole.

Move!

I'll kill you.

Wait and see.

Put it in the shopping bag.

-On top of the money?

-Put it in the shopping bag.

Here, put that down there.

Now you come in when I say,

''All right, all right, Mr. Norris.'' Got that?

-I got it. ''All right, Mr. Norris.''

-No. ''All right, all right, Mr. Norris.''

-I got it. ''All right, Mr. Norris.''

-Forget it. Go ahead.

All right, all right, Mr. Norris.

I told you I don't welsh.

No?

I'm just an extremely poor loser.

I promised you three things:

You have your car, clean.

You have the money.

And of course...

...you have my wife.

Jesus!

How do you like that, Mr. Norris?

God!

Albert!

Albert!

The money, nothing....

Nothing. Chicken feed.

I can get you $100,000.

$500,000!

$1 million, Norris.

In a Swiss bank. How about that?

$1 million.

I don't think so!

$2 million! $2 million!

No.

I got an idea.

I'll make you a little bet. It's not a wager...

...because I'm not a big fancy hood

like you.

I'm just an over-the-hill tennis bum...

...with a dead girlfriend.

It's a simple little bet.

$5 million! $5 million.

I'll give you anything you want.

You're right, Mr. Cressner,

this is a lot of fun.

You got to be joking, Norris.

It's a joke! Tell me it's a joke!

Tell me it's a joke--

Don't shoot!

Just keeping you on your toes,

Mr. Cressner.

Keep moving.

The next one might be a lot closer.

Move!

Norris, you son of a b*tch!

Get out of here!

Get out!

Come on, you two. Lunchtime.

A cat!

-Can we keep it?

-No. It probably belongs to somebody.

Amanda, wait until I get a broom.

Wait a minute!

Amanda, don't touch that cat.

It could bite you.

He's won't bite me, it likes me.

I want to keep him. No, don't.

Amanda, we can't keep every single stray

that comes into this house.

It could have a disease.

But what if we have the vet check him?

If the vet checks him out and says

there's nothing wrong with him...

...and no one comes to get him,

then can we please have him?

Please? Pretty please? With sugar on top?

What's your name?

I can't hear you.

Are you going to guard me? I hope so.

-Can't General stay in my room tonight?

-No.

Please?

No, the policy in this house

does not include bedroom privileges.

-But, Mom....

-Come on now, bedtime.

Good night, General.

Amanda, turn off that TV set.

I'd like to talk to you.

That cat was in your bedroom last night,

wasn't he?

I found cat hairs all over your bedspread,

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