Leprechaun 4: In Space Page #4

Agony is my name!

Ha, ha!

So how's the casualty?

She's resting comfortably,

more or less.

We won't be able

to save her hand.

Too much arterial damage.

That's tough.

- So you're a doctor, right?

- A biologist.

A doctor of biology.

That must mean you're

pretty smart, then.

Smart's a relative term.

Relative to what?

Relative to the level

of intelligence you're referring to.

What are the criteria for

determining a person's intelligence?

Uhh...

That means, what standards

do you use? Prerequisites.

I know what "criteria" means, Doc,

and what a "prerequisite" is.

See, Doc, just because

I wear this uniform

doesn't mean they've surgically

removed my brain.

Well, I didn't mean...

Anyway...

the point is that

I was just thinking that...

I'd kind of like to

get to know you better.

But since you obviously think

of me as a Neanderthal...

- Why are you so defensive?

- I am not defensive.

I'll shoot anyone who says

I'm defensive.

Okay, what the hell.

You know what? Why don't we

forget that I was here?

Come back when you're

feeling better.

I feel a lot better

than I look.

I'll bet you do.

I get the impression that

you don't like me.

Don't bother to deny it.

You really don't like me, do you?

First dates are always the hardest.

Oooh!

Damn, 21 st century

and they still can't dance.

They're getting better.

I was about to call

the medics.

Nothing wrong with being a Marine,

is there, Sticks?

Hell no.

Semper fi, do or die.

It's all

I ever wanted to be.

You made it, so be happy.

I am happy...

till somebody like her

comes around.

- You don't like her now?

- No, I do.

That's the problem.

- Wait, come again?

- Come on, think about it.

We're not exactly

made for each other.

A PhD. And

a high school diploma?

Conversations might tend

to be one-sided.

It depends on

what you're talking about.

That's the problem.

I might not know

what we're talking about.

It's alive!

Hello.

Oh... look at those knees.

Yes!

Impossible!

No, Harold...

it is not impossible.

Her tissues

have regenerated.

I wasn't really...

Yes, Harold,

I know what you were doing.

You are a naughty,

naughty boy.

She is...

amazing, is she not?

Yes, sir.

We have work to do.

Do you know what I could do

with her DNA?

Do you, Harold?

No.

You'll tell no one what

you've seen here, understand?

No one.

No one?

But this is a great

discovery!

Yes.

But for now...

It will be our secret.

- Take this.

- I don't believe in guns.

You need more

than a PhD., Doc.

For your information, Sergeant,

I have a black belt in karate.

Huh.

I needed a merit badge

when I was in the Scouts.

Scouts, huh?

Should have told me earlier.

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