Hot Shots! Part Deux Page #4

Thank you.

It's that raw fish odor.

It makes... oh, God!

Look at that.

There's my teeth.

Yeah.

They're filthy.

So I would like

to propose a toast.

Oh, thank you, Yoko.

I'll take that, sir.

To world peace...

to a clean environment...

to harmony with our planet

and world prosperity.

Thank you.

Aah!

Looking for a place to sit,

Lieutenant?

No. I need to speak

to the president.

Can you arrange that?

You'd be amazed what I can do.

It's my fault they got Walters.

I want in.

You showed just in time.

We're leaving in the morning.

I'm taking personal

charge of this mission.

I hope you don't mind

working under a woman.

And now, the president of

the United States, Thomas Benson.

Prime Minister Tojo,

Senator Edwards,

my fellow Americans...

and our millions of illegal aliens.

It seems like only yesterday

I was strafing

so many of your homes...

and here I am today

begging you

not to make such good cars.

Excuse me.

Need a glass of water.

Damn tongue's gone dry on me.

It's not mine, you know.

I lost mine in Laos.

Commie kid lopped it

right off.

Got this one

from a basset hound.

Blouden, get the car.

President Benson.

No, you're not.

Seen him on television.

He's an older man,

about my height.

Sir, this is Topper Harley.

Topper, yes, of course.

The son I never had.

Well, no damn wonder

I didn't recognize you, then.

But a word of advice.

Don't go around

calling yourself the president.

I wouldn't do that...

and I don't think

you should either.

Just doesn't hold water.

Neither do I.

Let's get away

from these power cables.

Sir, I'd like to join

the next mission.

We're keeping this one

on the QT.

We're calling it Secret mission

to go in and get Walters

and our boys back.

Son, when you come back...

I'm going to throw

you wonderful guys a party

the likes of which

you've never seen.

There should be plenty to eat.

I doubt more than

half of you will return.

Thank you.

Got a light, Lieutenant?

I quit smoking.

Besides, I don't think

they allow it in here.

What are they going to do...

arrest me for smoking?

Now I know

what to get you for Christmas.

Make it a Thighmaster.

I've broken my last three.

Really.

Let's go to my apartment

and discuss our mission.

I'm putty in your hands.

In my hands,

nothing turns to putty.

# Tonight's the night

we're gonna make it happen #

# Tonight we'll put all

other things aside #

# Tonight we'll put all

other things aside #

Hmm.

# Give in this time

and show me some affection #

[Scraping Sound]

# We're going for those

pleasures in the night #

[Honk]

#I want to love you #

#Feel you #

# Wrap myself around you #

#I want to squeeze you #

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