It's my quarter. Come on, I...
Oh boy, this is really something.
-Well, let me see.
Is she nude?
-She's taking her bra off.
-This is my last one.
Whoa, there's two of 'em.
What, two panties?
-Two women, you dumbhead.
They're getting down on him
both of them.
Oh, let me look, let me look.
Where are they? F*ck!
-You moved the telescope.
To the left, to the left. Oh, oh,
I got 'em. I got 'em! Oh, f*ck!
Oh look, gimme a quarter.
-I don't have any quarters.
Oh, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!
-That's right, use your imagination.
Six five, come in, please.
-Yeah? Six five, Andy, here. What's up?
What's your position, six five?
-On the observatory deck on the 86th.
We can't see you on the monitor.
Check the camera, will you?
Ah, oh yeah, I see what's wrong.
Can you see me now?
-Yes, we can, thanks.
-Must be Thursday then. How time flies.
Next time bring more quarters.
-Next time I want to see that ass, too.
Whoa, that was a big one. Any damage?
I hope you're right.
Next stop the sixty-sixth.
They've got a very interesting
Well, who's Ingmar Bergman?
-An actor. Hey, wait here a minute.
I gotta take a piss.
-Yeah, he was in... ''Casablanca''.
Oh yeah, that's right.
Oh. F*cking doors.
Ah, hey, if I tell you to stay open,
What the f*ck did you do?
-I don't know, I...
Look at your flashlight.
-It was the elevator.
Oh no. Watch out.
-You watch out. You know,
your donut. Are you coming or what?
-Your mother sure ate a lot of red meat
when she was pregnant. The elevator
did it, how dumb can you get?
-What the f*ck are you doing there?
You couldn't make it to the front door?
-They stole my keys.
Couldn't find them anywhere.
-Those with the Porsche key-ring?
Now hurry up. We're late as it is.
-Where d'you find them? Oh my God,
you have no idea how long I was looking.
-I'm sure, I'm sure, Mark,
at least 2 minutes. Come on, move your
ass. The bus is leaving in 2 more.
Hey, I'll be faster than lightning
on steroids, ok? Ok, be right there.
You look like shit. Smell it, too.
Must be my aftershave.
-So, the 2 of you have a fight again?
Who says, we're fighting all the time?
-Ah, just a hunch.
Where are we going?
-Village. Just routine check-ups today.
Hey, I am grateful. The first few months
aren't all that exciting, that's all.
I wouldn't complain if I were you.
-He says to me:
''You gotta move up
in the world, kid, you know, I'm gonna
help you out.'' I just didn't think
-If you don't like it, then quit. Ok?
-Go back to fixing Coke machines.
Ok, all right, my head is killing me.
for real, don't like this job?
-My ass is on the line. Don't f*ck up.
I won't. I solemnly swear.
mechanic of the year for you.
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