The Making of 'The Goonies' Page #4

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You're sure of yourself.

The foreclosure is a definite.

Oh, God, am I depressed.

If I found One-Eyed Willy's rich

stuff, I'd pay all my dad's bills.

Then he could sleep at night...

...instead of sitting up

figuring how we can stay.

- Me too.

- Me three.

Forget any adventures, limp lungs.

If I let you out, Mom will ground

me, and I've got a date with Andy.

You're dreaming, dude. No way.

Her mom has to drive, and then you

gotta make it with her and her mom.

- Shut up, Mouth.

- Yeah, Mouth.

Shut up, Data.

Jesus!

What'll we do about that country club?

It's killing our parents.

If we don't do something...

...there'll be a golf course

where we're standing.

Brand, how far can you stretch that?

It's not that hard.

Get off me, Chunk.

- Get off me!

- I got you.

What are you doing?

It took his 376 lawn mowing jobs

to pay for it.

It's his favorite thing in the world.

Now it's his flattest.

Let's go!

I'll hit you so hard, when you wake

your clothes will be out of style!

Mom. You've got to let me

out of here.

Can't you learn how to exercise

like a normal kid?

Look! You're hyperventrilicating.

Where's your brother?

Mom!

What's wrong with you people?

Rosalita, come here.

You gotta let me out of here.

Rosalita!

Rosalita, come here.

You gotta let me out of this.

- Hi, Mikey.

- Hi, Dad!

Hey, wait for me!

If you don't bring your brother home,

I'll commit Hare Krishna!

That's hara-kiri, Ma.

- That's exactly what I said.

- What?

My new tires!

They popped my new tires, the son of...

I'm gonna kill...

- My bike! My bike!

- I owe you one.

He's got my bike! I want my bike!

Gold Rock Beach is around

this next curve.

I have a feeling about this.

Every time you have feeling,

we get in trouble.

You're the one who always gets us

in trouble, 00-Negative.

I'm James Bond, 007, not 00-Negative.

I'm hungry. When my stomach growls,

there's trouble.

Shut up, Chunk!

You made me go up this big

hill and said give me a Twinkie.

I'll be late for dinner,

and my mom'll yell at me.

She's not gonna let me eat dinner,

and she's gonna punish me!

Anybody got a candy bar?

A Baby Ruth?

I can't believe it. That's it.

Those three rocks out there.

One, two, three.

Troy! You touch that mirror again,

and I'll smack you in the face.

There's Brand.

Like the bike.

What is he doing?

No wonder he can't get a license.

Oh, no.

Brand, can we give you

a ride somewhere?

No. Thanks anyway.

Walsh, let us give you a little ride.

Hold on. Here we go!

- Troy!

- Let go of my arm!

Oh, no.

Let go of my hand!

Oh, my God!

So long, sucker!

- Forget it!

- Come on!

- This better be it, Mikey.

- Shut up, Chunk.

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