Porky's Page #4

- Yeah, we know.

- That boy really is deformed.

- I know.

- Billy, this is John Conklin.

- Hi, Conklin.

OK, Cherry, sit down.

- She touched your nuts.

- At least I got nuts.

Hey, wait. I got sloppy seconds,

you got ticklish thirds,

you got filthy fourths, you got

fall-in fifths, you're slippery sixth,

and you scrape her off

the mattress, Mickey.

OK, Cherry. Cherry, get it started.

Go ahead.

- Timmy, that's disg... Will you stop that?

- It wouldn't bother him.

Don't stop.

Come on, keep pumpin', baby. Yeah.

- You're next, Pee Wee. You're next.

- We're gonna get laid. Oh, she's hot.

- They're gonna sh*t.

- They're gonna sh*t.

They're gonna sh*t.

They're gonna sh*t.

Come on, Billy.

Go ahead. Go on.

- What are you guys doin'?

- Yeah, let's go.

- Give it to her, Billy.

- Oh, Billy. Keep pumpin'. Yeah.

Keep pumpin', Billy.

Come on, keep pumpin', Billy.

Tommy? Come on, baby.

Come on, Tommy. Get over here.

Don't stop. Billy. Oh, Billy.

- Oh, Billy. Oh, Tommy.

- Oh, sh*t.

Keep pumpin'. Come on. Come on, Billy.

Come on. Yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, Billy. You're so good I can't stand it.

Come on, baby.

Don't stop.

Oh, man. This broad must be from Brooklyn.

Come on, don't stop.

Hey, Cherry. Break the window.

What's goin' on? I'll kill you, white boy.

What the hell was that?

We didn't know she was your wife.

Besides, it wasn't me, it was him.

- You're both dead men.

- What's this bullshit?

- I'll kill you all, you peckerwoods.

- Look out, Tommy. Look out.

No.

Oh, sh*t.

Come on.

This way, Meat. Meat, this way. Run. Run.

You... you sons of b*tches.

Wait, wait. Wait. Meat's still runnin'.

Come on, let's get him, guys.

- Slow night.

- Don't worry. That'll change soon enough.

What'd I tell ya?

Can't wait to hear this story.

I think I know that kid. Pee Wee Morris.

- The basketball player?

- A friend of Mickey's, my brother.

- Well, what should we do?

- Pull him over.

OK, pull over.

OK, let me see your driver's license.

Hey, Jarvis. I got

somethin' you can blow on.

Hey, Mick. It's your brother.

I got somethin'

you guys lost in the Everglades.

- You bastards. You left me out there.

- We thought you ran all the way home.

- If we hadn't seen him, he would have.

- Funny! A brother act.

- Tommy, where are my clothes?

- They're in my car.

Stop it, Meat. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Cindy and I are bringin' the kids over

on Sunday. I'll see you then?

Get rid of the beer, Cavanaugh.

I'm sorry about that, Officer Jarvis.

See you later, boys.

Tim. You get your ass over here.

Ginny, why don't you and

the girls go inside?

- Yes, sir?

- I heard you ran tail-ass from some n*gger.

- No, we didn't.

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