Shark Tale Page #2

it's hardly been like work.

- You know...

- l love that about you.

Let me finish.

That l've lived my life for my sons.

- Raising and protecting them...

- You're the best!

He's the best, right?

Am l right or am l wrong? Am l right?

- lt's all been to prepare...

- Right?

- ...to prepare them...

- Sorry.

...for the day they run the reef.

Well, today is that day.

- [sighs]

- [record scratches]

- [sighs]

- [record scratches]

Luca.

I like big butts

And I cannot lie

You other brothers...

Hey, boss. Big Butts. [chuckles]

Oi vey!

Long story short, from now on

you work for Frankie and Lenny.

- Capiche?

- [Sykes laughs]

Lenny? Frankie, l understand.

But Lenny? You can't be serious.

l'm dead serious.

lt takes more than muscle to run things.

Now Lenny, he's got the brains.

That's somethin' special.

- He's special all right.

- What does that mean?

- Nothing. l'm just sayin'...

- l bring you in here,

look you in the eye,

tell you what's what, and what?

- What?

- What ''what''?

You said ''what'' first.

l didn't say what,

l asked you what.

You said ''And then, what?''

l said ''What?''

No, l said ''what what'', like what what?

- You said ''what'' first.

- Now you're making fun of me?

No, you misunderstood.

Sorry we're late, Pop.

Lenny had an accident. He was born.

Sorry we're late, Pop.

Lenny had an accident. He was born.

[sarcastic laugh] You're a comic genius.

Look, all l'm saying is

the kid ain't exactly no killer.

My Lenny is a killer. You hear me?

A cold-blooded killer. Look at him.

Huh?

That's it! That's it! You are out!

What?

[high-pitched] Whaddya mean l'm ''out?''

- You're fired.

- [Sykes screams]

And on top of that,

you're gonna have to start payin' me.

For what?

So nothing happens

to your little Whale Wash.

[Oscar] Welcome to Oscar's crib.

with canker sores, swim-in cavities,

and plankton-encrusted teeth

for when l feel a bit... [grunts]

old school.

Stop your moaning, Oscar.

lt could be a lot worse, you know.

That's true. l could have this job

and look like you. [laughs]

Who's behind me? Whoever's behind me

better give me some.

[rumbling]

lndigestion. She's gonna blow!

Wait! Headphone Guy is still in there!

[dance music]

l got you, Headphone Guy!

[belch]

[laughs]

- Still think it could be worse?

- Yeah. l could look like you.

Y'all funny.

Well, see if you laugh at this.

[whale moans]

Soap in the eye! Soap in the eye!

lt's all right.

l'll get you some coupons,

a free hot wax and all that.

You like that?

- All right, go ahead, big baby.

- Thanks, Oscar.

All right.

- Well, look who it is, Bernie.

- Just the fish we're looking for.

The boss be needin' to see you

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