Men in Black II Page #4

...if I see you again,

will I know it's you?

I'll see you.

But you won't see me.

Must be hard.

Must be very lonely.

Excuse me.

- I gotta go.

- What about the flashing thing?

I'll flash you some other time.

What?

- Did you tell the girl you love her?

- She's a witness to a crime. That's it.

You're attracted. She's not my species,

and I'm attracted.

I should take advice on love

from a dude that chases his own ass?

Easy, pal. That's canine profiling,

and I resent it.

Hey, Jay, wait up.

Coming through. MiB brass.

Look sharp.

I'm Agent Eff, Jay's new partner.

Who are you eyeballing?

Frank, just cool out, dog.

- Got kids?

- No.

Want them?

Get him off me!

-Talk to me.

- It's Kylothian, class C.

Serleena.

-Serleena. Old girlfriend?

- She wishes.

The perps were looking

for the Light of...

- Zartha.

- Yeah, what is it?

This makes no sense.

It's not on Earth.

- We took care of this a long time ago.

- Obviously not.

That is very bad news.

The Zarthans came to Earth

to hide the Light from Serleena.

-We don't do that.

- Right. I ordered it off the planet.

Well, Zed...

I got a Kylothian class C in my park.

Are you sure this Light isn't here?

Positive. I gave the order.

My best agent carried it out.

- It's as if I gave it to you.

-Ask the agent.

- Can't.

-Dead?

Sort of. He works at the post office.

No.

If Serleena gets to Kay before we do,

he's dead.

The Earth's very existence

may rest on what Kay knows.

Too bad you wiped out

his memory of it.

Bring him in.

Now.

How cool is this? Going to get Kay.

The legend, the go-to guy.

Your mentor,

who taught you everything.

- The greatest agent in MiB history!

- Frank! Stop talking.

Stay.

Listen, partner.

I may look like a dog...

...but I only play one here on Earth.

- Whatever. Wipe your mouth.

- Hey, babe.

People of Truro,

may I kindly have your attention?

To facilitate your shipping needs...

...all packages must be

properly wrapped.

This one is an example of

"go home and do it again."

I think you know what I mean,

Mrs. Vigushin.

Brown paper and triple-twist twine

are the preferred media.

Thank you for your time.

- Kay.

- C. Express mail, two-day air.

Kevin.

Kevin. That's funny.

You don't have a " Kevin" ...

You don't remember.

We worked together.

I never worked in a funeral home.

Something I can do for you, slick?

Straight to the point.

You were an agent of an organization

that monitors aliens on Earth.

We're the Men in Black.

We have a situation. We need your help.

There is a free mental health clinic

on the corner of Lilac.

- Next.

- Excuse me.

- Twenty Rugrats stamps.

- Elizabeth.

The Postal Service hasn't kept up

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