Grown Ups 2 Page #3

Finally got yourself a job.

Actually I'm filling in for

Drool-io Iglesias back there.

Hey, Deanne, happy anniversary.

Oh! Thank you, Lenny.

Lenny remembered.

Isn't that sweet?

And I never got him pregnant.

She forgot?

Yeah, she forgot.

No.

I got the biggest get-out-of-jail-free

card in the world.

I want one of those.

Oh, you ain't never get one

like this. Hey, honey,

I'm gonna take

a ride to work with Lenny.

Don't worry about

forgetting the 20th.

I'm sure you'll

remember the 30th.

I love you.

Yeah, sure you do...

Deep down.

That's not another

necklace in there, is it?

I'm gonna abuse this

get-out-of-jail-free card,

I'm telling you right now.

I mean, maybe I'll walk on the good

rug without taking off my boots.

Oh!

Or have a nice

non-diet soda with my dinner.

Not just one, either,

a whole damn pitcher.

Oh, so you're going full gangsta.

Oh, yeah.

But you know what

I'd really like to do?

Throw a "first

night of summer" party.

Yeah. You know, something

a little crazy.

Well,

it's been many, many years

since we've done

something crazy.

Just one problem, though.

My house isn't big enough.

But yours is.

Last party I had was senior

year in high school.

Yeah, that was, like,

the best night of my life.

We all hooked up with chicks.

Come on, why not do that again?

Because we already

have chicks and kids

and high

cholesterol now, so just...

It's time to move on. You want

to come over tonight with Dee,

that's fine... I think.

I got to ask my wife first.

Okay, gangsta.

Hey, hey, where'd you get

those shoes, Losers "R" Us?

I made them.

You made them?

In a toilet?

That kid's like white Precious.

Get lost, Duffy.

Yeah, leave her alone.

Hey, what'd you say, Hollywood?

You got something to say to me?

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Attention, Kmart shoppers,

let's find a seat, please.

Yes,

you in the camouflage jacket

and Mariah Carey hairdo.

Yeah,

just pop a squat, thank you.

You're lucky your dad's here,

but he won't be here all day.

Leave me alone.

Beanbag with arms and legs,

seriously, take a seat,

or seats,

before someone gets hurt.

You're dead, man.

I'm gonna go get

some things done,

and then I'm gonna go to my

daughter's ballet recital,

so you're on your

own until lunchtime.

Oh, no worries.

No one will come in anyway.

Right.

Does Leonard

ever talk about me?

Leonard?

Your husband.

Oh, Lenny.

I probably should have told you

this before I started working here,

but he used to be my boyfriend.

Oh.

When did you guys go out?

Sixth grade.

This one time,

we split a piece of bubble gum at recess.

I brought in a note

that he sent me, and I

thought you should see it.

Rate this script:4.0 / 4 votes