My Science Project

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This is Intercepter One, It's going down,

I repeat, the Bogey is going down,

Detail, attention!

Yes, sir!

You! You!

Present arms!

Present arms!

- Sorry I used the security phone, sir.

- That's all right, Max.

- My golf's not what it was.

- This sounds crazy. I think we have a...

Max, what could be worse

than invading Europe?

After you, sir.

- Brief me.

- It entered our air space last night.

It made a mockery of our intercepters.

According to our pilots, it suffered

a malfunction and crashed in the desert.

Was there a crew or any survivors?

The egg-heads found the remains

of two creatures and pulled the engine out.

They want time to study it.

- Has the press gotten wind of this?

- We don't think so, sir.

But we can't keep this on ice indefinitely.

Get rid of it.

Right away, sir.

So, what I've attempted to do here

is to instill in you a basic scientific curiosity

about the world we live in.

Sherman, tell me about your science project.

Mr Roberts, I've studied the accuracy

of the Gregorian calender

in relation to the vernal equinox.

Good. Ellie, tell me about yours.

Well, Mr Roberts, I'm doing the...

I want you to listen!

I'm doing the effects of ultaviolet rays

on plant fungus.

That's outta sight, Ellie.

Would you call me Bob?

Only the pigs call me Mister.

They're not getting away with it. Harlan!

Why not tell us about your science project?

What?

This is science class.

Your science project?

- I'm working on it.

- You're working on it?

Hey, Mike.

Ciao, babe!

How is that, two weeks before graduation,

a man of your mechanical capabilities

hasn't finished his science project?

I've been working at Charlie's garage.

It cuts into my free time.

- Yeah.

- You know.

I don't make the rules around here,

but bottom line, golden rule -

no project, no diploma, babe.

Oh, yeah.

I thought I could, maybe,

rebuild a carburettor if that's OK.

Come on, Harlan. You do that in your sleep.

Do something special, something original.

Come on, man.

And don't forget your science final tomorrow.

Hey, man. I don't like to hassle you, Mike.

Have a nice day.

- Nice day?

- Yeah. Come on!

I was your age once - in the '60s when all

you needed to finish school was a Frisbee.

A gas mask helped!

- See ya later, Bob.

- Protest songs, white rabbits.

TNT didn't hurt anything.

"Take tea and see".

Free love!

Cosmo says that today is the day,

so get rid of 'em.

Hey, Crystal. How you doin'?

Michael, I can't keep this mink wheel.

What? Why not?

We must seek different destinies, Michael.

Our song is over, finis. Comprendez?

No, wait a second.

Talk English, will you, Crystal?

You're more interested

in your stupid GTO than me.

Wait. Whose name is on my fender? Yours!

Don't we go out all the time? Don't we?

- To car shows, drag racing, junkyards.

- So what?

- That's not what I want.

- So what do you want, Crystal? Him?

Michael, I want to be swept off my feet,

seranaded, worshipped like a goddess.

Come on! Bullshit!

That is exactly what my "Cosmo"

romantiscope said you'd say, Michael.

Ta-ta for ever, monkey wrench!

Romantiscope?!

Ellie, I know it's short notice but I was

wondering if you wanted to go to the prom?

Look, Sherman, can we talk about it later?

Gotcha! Finally! Now I need

some information from you, OK?

- Pull the plug will you?

- It's for the yearbook. I need stats now!

- You got lousy timing.

- I know.

It's a flaw in my character.

Now, what's your sign, Harlan?

Pontiac.

"Bimbo leaves Harlan in limbo!"

Makes a great yearbook headline,

don't you think?

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