Nutty Professor II: The Klumps Page #4

run around this restaurant and blow...

"Hallelujah, Yankee Doodle,"

that's my business!

All I'm hearing is trumpets and

asses. I don't wanna hear that.

Hey!

You watch it now.

You reach over here again,

you gonna pull back a nub.

- Oh, Cletus, she's fiery.

I like that.

Tell me, don't touch the chicken.

Don't be hitting on people.

I don't be getting hit on,

Sherman, you know that.

Better eat up, Isaac, 'cause

you gonna need your strength.

Yeah, later on, me and Isaac gonna

watch Mating Season on the Serengeti.

- Oooh!

- Don't take a lot to get Isaac going.

- Time out! Let me call a time out on that.

- Lord, my, my.

- I don't wanna hear about you

old-ass geriatrics. - Oh, yeah, Cletus?

Me and Isaac might be

dried-up geriatrics...

...but ain't nothing wrong

with Isaac's love tackle.

- Ooh, Mama.

- Oh, snap now.

Hmm? What's the matter, Cletus, cat got

your tongue? Step on a nerve, Cletus?

I get you. Got you, got you. Got ya!

These potatoes sure are

scrumptious, aren't they?

- Ain't that a kick in the head.

- Yes, they're scrumptious, aren't they?

Potato, my ass.

Ain't that a kick in the head?

- What that piece of spaghetti remind you of?

- Oh!

- Oh, Grandma, now, come on. That's enough now.

- Sure enough.

Maybe Mr. Johnson, perhaps?

Oh, Lord have mercy.

- Let me tell you, old woman.

What I do in my bedroom is

my business. You understand?

Only thing you do in your bedroom

is pull the lint off your scrotum.

Now it's getting thick.

- See? That's the last straw.

- I think I'm gonna propose a toast.

- Let's make a toast.

- To Daddy.

- Hear! Hear!

After 35 years of hard work in the

construction business, Thirty-five years!

Daddy's gonna finally get a

chance to relax. Gonna get to relax...

- This is true. - Damn

right. - I'd just like to say-

When you gonna stop jiving and

tell everybody you got laid off?

Oh, my God.

He's choking.

Hey, somebody put the "Hemlock"

on him? Put your arm up!

The "Hemlock move. " Give me a knife and

straw. I'm gonna give him a tracheotomy.

I seen them do it on E.R.

It's all right, folks.

Everything's under control.

Cletus. No, Cletus. Where

you going? Sherman! Cletus!

- Dad, where you

going? - Daddy! - Oh!

Now you see what you did, joe College?

You done messed up the whole party.

...jason, I just know I'm not the

one saying all those awful things.

It was him. You may be right,

Professor. Take a look at this reading.

Right there. Recombining with the gene

that governs testosterone production.

Buddy Love.

I told you.

That's Buddy Love.

Don't panic. All right.

We should be able to get rid of

him. According to Denise's theories...

...we should be able to isolate that

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