Dr. Dolittle 3 Page #2

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Please, it was...

totally my pleasure.

Cool. So you wanna dance?

Come on!

Charisse is fine, but I'm getting

really worried about Maya, John.

I know you had trouble at first,

but you were a grown man.

Maya's a 17-year-old girl

trying to figure life out.

You know what?

I think I might have an idea.

I'm gonna talk to her

about it right now.

Maya, come down!

Hey, Maya, if you won't sing,

at least come down and dance.

Viv! Low pro, remember?

Oh, forget that!

You're the best dancer here.

Step up, girl!

Come on, Maya, let's go!

What a doofus, and it's her wig!

Hey, girl!

- Is that Carl and Maya Dolittle?

- Sure, he is.

What are you doing with her?

Girl, I'm grooving!

He must be out of his mind!

Hey, Justin,

turn around, check her out!

That dance is sick!

These moves are tight!

She's pretty good!

I told you, girl!

Dr. Maya!

My butt is ready to rock and roll!

Let's get this party started,

people!

Bombs away!

- What the?

- Fire in the hole!

- Look out below!

- Is it hailing? - I'm so bad!

Oh, no!

What is he doing here?

I'm popping, I'm locking,

I'm popping, I'm locking.

Go away! Get out of here! Shoo!

It's time to get my freak on.

Why are you doing this to me?

You'll ruin everything. Leave me alone!

What?

We were just following you.

Here I come.

Monkey on the move!

Time to meet some ladies!

This way to the bar, girls!

It's ladies night!

Is that what I think it is?

Check it out!

It's imported from France.

- You spiked the punch?

- Don't worry, it's good stuff.

- Wait! Is Maya talking to it?

- Oh, no. - Who brought her anyway?

Has anyone seen my CD?

Au revoir, party poopers!

Come on, Carl, let's dance.

Look, just leave now,

and I won't tell...

Oh, no, where'd you go?

#Allons, enfants de la patrie,

le jour de gloire est arriv! #

The monkey gave it to you...

You really expect me

to believe that?

The monkey from dad's clinic

followed me to the party, and...

Oh, the party

that you snuck out to attend?

Well, yeah,

but it wasn't my fault!

- Then whose fault is it?

- This ought to be good.

I told you,

it was the monkey's.

Oh, the monkey, the hawk, the dog!

The dog?

I wasn't even there! The dog...

God, do you ever shut up?

Don't hate the player, girl,

hate the game!

You see, that's the problem:

...I'm always talking to animals, Mom.

I need them to stop.

No, you need to stop.

I think maybe you need

to start thinking seriously...

...about who you really are...

...and what your future

has in store for you.

Okay, well...

I guess I can take a couple

of weeks off from the clinic...

...just to get my head together.

Maybe go down to the beach,

and do some shopping with Viv.

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