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And others as well.

Could we have more powerful weapons?

No! No more experiments.

Don't force me to go above your head

because I will if I have to.

I'll have you and this entire establishment

eliminated.

An excitable man.

Where are we gonna go now?

We have to find some place

to stay for a while.

I don't think anybody'll believe us

but if we send letters to the newspapers

maybe The Shop will have to lay off.

We could go to Granther's.

- What made you think of that?

- I don't know.

Cos I was thinking about your grandfather

not five minutes ago.

We'll check the motel.

I want you to work the road further down.

Well... That's a pretty little miss.

- What's your name, missy?

- Roberta.

Well, Bobby, where are you headed for?

We're headed for Tennessee. Knoxville.

My wife's there visiting her sister.

- Ran into a little problem.

- Did she?

Yeah, labour. This one's got

a new baby brother. 1 .40 this morning.

- His name's Andy. Isn't that a nice name?

- I think it's a corker.

Mine's Irv Manders. Hop in.

I'll get you ten miles closer to Knoxville.

- Hey, Al, it's them.

- You're joking?

- No, damn it, it's them.

- Did you get the number?

- Did you see which way they went?

- I didn't even see them check out.

Hey, we got them.

Why don't you two come home,

take lunch with me and the wife?

- We couldn't...

- Daddy, I'm starving.

- Are you sure you got enough?

- Always, and I'm glad to have you.

- Thank you very much.

- My pleasure, Bobby.

It'll be my wife's too

when she gets a look at you.

Always wanted a little girl herself.

But I guess that wasn't to be.

Got a song for you.

Oh, there was an old hen

She had a wooden leg

Finest old hen that ever laid an egg

She laid her eggs all over the farm

Another little drink won't do us any harm

- Who'd you bring home, Irv?

- This little girl is Roberta.

This young fella here's her daddy.

I didn't catch his name yet

so I don't know if we're related.

- Frank Burton, ma'am.

- Hello, I'm Norma Manders.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Your husband invited us back for lunch.

Hope you don't mind.

Why, sure. Come on in.

Come on, Bobby. Feedbag.

More room out than there is in, button.

If I eat any more, I think I'll split.

That's what my mom used to...

I mean that's what she always says.

Norma, why don't you and Bobby go out

and feed those chickens?

I wanna have a little talk with Frank here.

- Would you like that?

- Do they peck?

Only what they eat, honey.

- Come on.

- OK. Goody.

Want a beer, Frank?

- It isn't Frank, but I guess you know that.

- I guess I did.

- What is your name?

- Andy.

- Well, Andy, what about that beer?

- I guess I could use it.

You got it.

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