Superman 3 Page #4

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Donald loved mayonnaise.

Why would that be the problem?

No, the problem is,

why do I stay in Smallville?

I've asked myself that.

Do you know how lucky you are to live

in Metropolis? The Big Apricot.

- Well, you could...

- Easy to say. What about Ricky?

Ricky?

My little boy.

- You? Oh, that's great.

- Yeah.

At least here we have a house and

I've got a job that pays the bills.

Except for last winter when

the fuel bills kept going up and up.

Yeah. Even had to pawn

my diamond ring then.

That's a shame.

You never got married?

- Me?

- Yeah.

Well, I was...

No. Not...

Years later you can look at

someone and think...

..."Well, I guess that's

the one that got away."

Give me that again, old buddy.

Run it by me just one more time.

- $85,000.

- Missing.

Embezzled, Mr. Webster.

Stolen from the firm.

By whom?

That's what I want to know.

By whom? Whom?

Vera, get ahold of yourself.

Nobody else ever will.

I don't know.

Whom?

In the old days, it was simple.

We kept books, we knew what was

going in and what was paid out.

If somebody wanted to rob you...

...they'd use a gun and say,

"Stick 'em up."

Now they get blasted computers

to do their dirty work.

My friend, you are yesterday.

Whoever pulled this caper,

is tomorrow.

Mr. Webster,

it's time for your massage.

Bubba, can she burst in...

Now, now, Vera. Simpson,

you know my psychic nutritionist?

- Hello.

- We are trying to hold a meeting here.

Why don't you hold your breath

instead? Maybe you'll turn blue.

- Improvement.

- I'm about to take a human life.

Simpson, would you excuse us

for a second, please?

- Mouths closed. Ears open.

- She's a big pig.

I can't have anyone with me

who isn't with me.

Now, girls.

Simpson.

Well, old chum. What now?

Kiss the 85 thou goodbye?

Keep on paying the thief his salary

until he shakes the money tree again?

- He's bound to slip sooner or later.

- Why?

That's what they always say

in the movies.

He won't slip up at all.

No, not at all.

He'll keep quietly taking

the bread from our mouths.

He'll keep a low profile and won't do

a thing to call attention to himself.

Unless, of course, he is

a complete and utter moron.

I'll go first. Andrew.

- I'll pick Chris.

- You feel good? You feel ready?

Ricky, your shoe.

- You mean, we've gotta take Ricky?

- You guys lost the toss.

All right, come on Ricky.

- Wait, wait...

- Come on, good luck.

- I just can't stand this.

- Oh, Lana. It'll be okay.

I know, I was a late bloomer myself.

It's not just that he's small, he's

the only kid in town without a father.

Oh, look. Stewed to the gills

in the middle of the afternoon.

- I only had chocolate milk.

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