Police Academy 3: Back in Training Page #4

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- ls this true? And who's your barber?

Look, wise guy,

don't think a blue uniform scares me.

- No, sir, this is not a scary uniform.

- No, it's not a scary uniform.

- Hightower!

- That's a scary uniform.

This man just said something

about your mother.

He also charged this guy $700

for a cab ride.

- A rip-off.

- Meters don't lie. Read the meter.

They don't lie. They never lie.

Meters don't lie.

This meter lied. It's a lying meter.

- Fair price.

- And tip.

- What's your name, son?

- Nogata.

- Nogata? New recruit?

- Yes.

- Right over there.

- Thank you. Okay.

- Thanks, Hightower.

- Okay, babe.

Excuse me.

That sordid little scene

must have been trying on you, Miss...

Karen Adams.

You're Karen Adams?

You're kidding. Aah, we're roomies!

I'll help you settle in.

You'll take your clothes off...

- we'll shower, get close...

- I'm sorry.

I'm not here to get hit on by every guy

who looks cute in a blue uniform.

I want to be a policewoman.

You will be!

We'll get together. We'll talk! I hope.

Oh.

Well, Mahoney,

I see you still have very good taste.

Ha, ha. Thank you.

Nice bike!

Where do you put the batteries?

Ha-ha-ha.

Get out of my way!

That didn't hurt!

Hi, was I going too fast?

Where do I go to register?

- Let's go. Kirkland, 46!

- Yeah, all right.

- Fackler, where do you think you're going?

- With him.

- Women downstairs!

- Damn!

Move it! Let's go. Come on now, girls!

- Move it.

- All right, Sweetchuck, let's go.

- Aah!

- Hey!

Oh, hi.

- What's your problem?

- He's the problem. He's an animal.

Get used to it. He's your roommate.

- Aah! Roommate?

- Zed's reformed. He's on our side now.

Yeah. I used to be a real jerk,

but now I'm a people guy.

It's tough to be a truck driver cowgirl

You're awake!

What kind of music do you like?

You like salsa? You like reggae?

Something with that love beat?

This is a song I wrote, off my first album.

And it goes something like this.

When I was a baby I had no head

I couldn't get a job, I couldn't go to bed

It was originally a love ballad,

but I kind of spruced it up.

No, I don't take requests.

All right, clowns...

I want you to police this entire area

from here to the parade ground.

I want you to pick up every cigarette butt,

every scrap of paper, every weed.

Now, we're gonna be watching

from my window.

So if I see these flashlights stop moving,

you're both in big trouble.

Big trouble. Now, get to work.

Let's go, Chad.

- Mr. Zed.

- No school.

- Mr. Zed.

- What?

- Are you sure this is gonna work?

- Of course it's gonna work.

It's working.

Hup, two, three, four.

As you can see, sir,

I have instant access over all my cadets...

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