Lethal Weapon 4 Page #5

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Have fun shopping for the baby.

Bye-bye, honey.

Who had the sleepover?

Just airing out camping gear.

-We're out of here.

-Something smells good.

Really good!

Trish has food on the stove.

We're out of here.

That smells like Chinese food.

Chinese food?

She's into Chinese cooking.

I got to taste this.

-I love Chinese food.

-Hold it! Please!

Please!

There's a Chinese person in the kitchen.

I saw him.

A couple of Chinese people.

Actually a whole family.

Large family.

Hey, guys!

-It does smell good.

-Great!

They hid in the lifeboat.

I had to do something.

-So you brought them home.

-It took two trips.

-Really?

-They fit in the station wagon?

That's Ping with his grandfather, Hong.

He's head of the family.

Speaks English.

Hong, this is my partner,

Martin Riggs, and Lorna.

Wife?

Can we speak?

Lorna, this is the best breakfast.

I'm hungry. I'd love some.

This is illegal.

As in, "against the law".

You'll bring a shitstorm

down on you.

Just hold on!

Just wait a frigging minute!

The way I see it,

those are slave ships out there.

And I'm freeing slaves...

...Iike no one did for my ancestors.

It's my chance to do something

and do it right.

Why didn't you say so?

This won't be boring.

Need any help?

Where is he?

What this time,

food or money?

-Food and money.

-Money.

I see you more

than when you lived here.

We're independent now.

What's the money for?

-Hookers, drugs...

-Contraceptives.

Can you believe how

they talk to me?

It costs more to go to school now.

I get the tuition bills.

And the grades too!

This is a down payment

on a future ass-chewing.

Get out and go to school.

I see the tuition.

I want to see some grades!

I want more cluck for my buck.

Thanks for the money.

I'm tired.

Me, I can't win.

Boy!

Did we get a raise

and nobody told me?

I got to get to the bank.

How can you when you're taken

to the cleaners all the time?

Hey, guys.

Hey, Trish!

-Both the kids leave?

-Yes. And we're broke.

Is Lorna here?

She's in the kitchen,

on her third breakfast.

I remember those days.

-I'm sorry!

-I love it when you do that.

You look terrific.

Wait till she tries raising

that baby by herself.

I'll be fine.

Move back in and Grandpa'll

be up nights with the baby.

Better than her

marrying the wrong guy.

A cop or something.

True.

Come on, guys.

See you.

I should say goodbye.

Hurry up!

Stuffing your face!

Stop kissing me.

Try that.

Stay away from my girl.

I'm not joking.

Stay away from my girl.

-Joking!

-Got the baby beeper?

-I know.

-It's your fault.

It's your fault.

All the chicken sh*t.

Flapping all over the place.

All right, everybody!

It's been a year almost.

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