Crocodile Dundee In Los Angeles Page #5

Take off!

We have a very tricky situation|for the police here.

The suspect appears to be|holding a young boy hostage.

Stay where you are!

Put the bomb down!

What?

That's not a bomb.|That's a cat.

Ah, see, just like at home.|The policeman is your friend.

They're here to help us.

That's not a cat.|That's a skunk.

- You can take it from here, guys.|- Uh-uh.

Uh, Mike, I wouldn't|mention this to your mum.

She probably wouldn't understand.|It's man stuff.

Of course, at that stage,|early this afternoon,

we had no idea that the bomb|was, in fact, a skunk.

Officers reluctantly placed|the skunk in a squad car...

to await the arrival|of animal control.

In the meantime, it backed up|traffic on the 101...

[ Volume Increases ] from Calabasas|to Pasadena, the worst traffic jam--

- What are you doing, Mikey?|- Uh, it's okay, love, it's me.

Oh. Mick, are you sure|you want to come tonight?

I mean, it's a social thing,|but it'll be work for me.

I'm lookin' forward to it.

You know, to see if the local people|are as friendly as New Yorkers.

I hope your son feels the same way.|He starts school on Wednesday.

Oh, no worries.|He's, uh, he's just like me, really.

From what I hear, he has enough charm|to stop a skunk from spraying him.

Yeah, well, you know, we were|roarin' down the freeway--

It's okay.

- You looked really cute on TV.|- Bloody television.

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Not this time, pal.

- [ Gasps ] Mick!|- Call the cops!

Let him go. He's the valet.|He's supposed to park the car.

Yeah, yeah,|take it easy, dude.

- Tip him.|- Sorry.

- Honest mistake.|- Sorry.

Valet?

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- Picture, please.|- Sure.

Mind if we get a shot?

Don't worry. I'll just get|a drink, blend right in.

Okay. I'll come and get you|after I've done the formalities.

[Man ]|Big smile for the camera, please.

All right, that's your Evian,|and this here's...

your sparkling mineral water|with a twist.

Oh, and a straight club soda.

So, you havin' a drink|or doin' your laundry?

G'day. Mick Dundee.|And you're--

Tony. What can I get|for you, Mr. Dundee?

Just a cold beer'll do, mate.|Thanks.

That's typical of L. A. today.|Health nuts.

Worried about what they drink,|worried about what they eat.

I used to be like that|till I found the answer.

Oh? And, um,|what's the answer?

Coffee. Eat and drink whatever you|please, then flush it out with coffee.

So you just drink|lots of coffee.

No. You don't drink it.|I'm talking colonics.

A good coffee enema|leaves you clean as a whistle.

[ Chuckles ]|Bottoms up.

Hey, Tony.|An enema--

Isn't that where they shove|a hose up the old--

- Yep. Lots of people swear by 'em.|- With coffee?

- Cream and sugar?|- It's L. A.

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