The Toy Page #3

No calls. Time is money.

It's your son.

Oh. Excuse me.

JACK:

Time is money.

Hello, Eric?

How was the flight?

Good. Good.

I'm glad you're here.

We're gonna have a wonderful week.

And anything you want.

Anything. Absolutely.

Okay, son. I'll see you.

[CHATTERING]

[TABLE LEGS SCRAPING FLOOR]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

MAN:
That's my tomato salad.

WOMAN:
I'm sorry.

No, my salad.

Mine had four eggs on it.

No, mine has four eggs in it.

I can... I can help fix this.

I can fix this.

Excuse me, Mr. Whorehouse.

What are you doing?

JACK:

Don't be selfish.

I'm sorry, U.S. Goes back to you.

[TABLE LEGS SCRAPING FLOOR]

No, these other people got to eat.

MOREHOUSE:

Let him have the table.

He wants the table.

Psst.

Oh... Uh... Me, U.S.?

[GRUNTS]

He wants to talk to you.

Go on down there.

Cover your lip. Mustache.

Hmm?

Cover your lip.

[JACK YELLS THEN STAMMERS]

Oh...

Uh...

Sorry, Mr. Bates.

[HUMMING]

Is that all right, sir?

You're, uh, very strong

for a little lady.

And you have a lot

of hair on your lip.

Mm-hm.

Hmm?

We don't like our waitresses

to have hairy lips.

You see, I noticed...

Uh... Tell you what. Shave.

Shave?

Oh, uh...

And after you shave, you're fired.

Oh. Thank you, Mr. Bates.

Uh...

Oh, no, I can handle it.

I can, Mr. Bates. I can...

Ah!

Oh...

Okay.

What did he say?

What a great man.

He says I'm sexy

and he loves the chicken.

Heh. Hey. Ha-ha.

Know what I mean,

soul brother?

Power to the people. Right on.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Later, Morehouse.

[]

Here we are, young man.

Shall I wait?

Give me a hand.

Somebody give me a hand.

Let's see, hand, football. Hmm.

Do I have to stay? I'm an accountant.

Will he exceed his credit?

Shh.

JACK:
We gotta win this one.

All right. We got six seconds

or we don't win the Super Bowl.

I didn't come this far to lose, okay?

He's fired. Isn't he?

Did you fire him?

I didn't fire him.

You're the one...

Shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Go deep.

Swing left on blue, okay?

On six. On three. On two.

So be ready.

Somebody get Matoussac.

Okay! Thirty-six, 44, on blue!

Hut, hut, hut! Go for it!

I'm okay, me.

Blue, 26, 32, hut, hut, hut.

It's always my toy department!

Why can't he get into stereos?

Or something we don't even sell.

We sell everything.

[]

Don't know my own strength.

"Danger. Do not touch."

Wonder Wheel.

Looks like a job for me.

Wonder Wheel.

This is great.

Bounces. Dance on it.

[HUMMING]

JACK [SINGING]:

What's so dangerous about...?

[HUMMING]

It doesn't work.

That's why it's dangerous.

It works! it works!

[SCREAMING]

Whoa, Wonder Wheel! Stop!

I admit it, it works!

Okay. Stop, Wonder Wheel!

Nice Wonder Wheel! Stop!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes