Fletch Lives Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1989
- 95 min
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I spoke with you on the
phone. Oh, yes. That was you?
Great.
Do you have any luggage?
Just one piece.
Plannin' on stayin' long?
Just long enough to see Mount Rushmore
and squeeze in a little ice fishing.
I'm on the board of
the Pontchartrain Society.
We help preserve and restore
some of these lovely mansions.
- You must be dying to see it, Mr. Fletcher.
- Call me Fletch.
Your house is not quite as grand as
some of the others in the neighborhood.
It doesn't matter. It's the thought
that counts. Eighty acres, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Isn't it strikin'?
Your aunt tried to keep things
She ever brush her hair?
- I can see you're disappointed.
- No, not at all!
A little spackling and some napalm,
this place would make a nice mausoleum.
Oh, my God!
Are you all right?
Oh! I was aimin' to fix
that today. How do you do?
I be Calculus Entterby.
You be Mr. And Mrs. Fletcher?
I be Fletch. Geometry Fletch.
She be Miss Trigonometry Ross.
Pleased, I'm sure. Your Aunt Belle
told me you'd be takin' over the place,
and I'm extendin'
my "condulations."
Right. You work here?
Your Aunt Belle and I,
we had an arrangement.
And I was hopin' we could
make an extenuation of it.
Help me get your stuff
out the car here. Come on.
You mind your step.
Our families go back
for hundreds of years.
Your great grandparents owned my great
grandparents and that's how it all started.
Did you ever hear of the
Emancipation Proclamation?
but I don't recall exactly.
- It didn't get much publicity around these here parts.
- I'll bet.
Excuse me, sir.
Could you give me a hand?
R-Right here.
Just pull it towards you.
Just pull it.
Come on, come on.
Just pull it.
Just pull it on over.
That's it, that's it.
Don't scar the car.
Is there any electricity
or gas?
Everything works.
No cable TV, I guess.
If I'd known you was comin', I'd have straightened
out a bit and stocked your refrigerator.
No food?
No refrigerator.
We need to do some paperwork.
Want a lift into town?
What? And leave my estate unattended?
It's not yours till you sign.
I can make you some dinner,
ease the culture shock.
That sounds great.
Should I be doin' anything?
No, not really.
Uh, soon as you get that trunk
upstairs and have finished your nap,
I guess you could fix that step and jump
down, turn around and pick a bale of cotton.
And while I'm gone, see to it Miss Scarlett
stays away from the Union Army, will you?
More wine?
You're not trying to take
advantage of me, are you?
Not yet.
You need to sign these papers.
Do you mind
if I read 'em first?
Be my guest. Had you talked
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