Tremors 3: Back to Perfection Page #4

This is what you guys

do all day?

I mean, no offense, Buford,

but it's, like, tragically lame.

Huh? Oh, this is

a good livin'.

I mean, especially compared

to what I was doing before.

Which was?

Well, I was...

shoveling roadkill

for the county.

Okay, I get you, but...

why's a guy likeJack

wasting his time,

scamming yahoos with

this Scooby-Doo routine?

I mean, I bet there's a zillion

better things a guy like that could do.

I bet he's nursing

a broken heart.

- Why are you stopping?

- Or something totally tragic.

I bet he's just dying to talk

to somebody who understands him.

All right, we got

everybody now?

Damn it's hot out here.

Anybody up for an ice-cold beer?

You know, I couldn't help

but notice that you're getting...

awfully red

out here in the sun.

Do you really have to

keep doing that?

When is this tour

gonna be over, anyway?

You don't enjoy

my company, huh?

You know, a man could

take offense at that.

What's that?

Freeze!

Is he all right?

Come on, gimme your hand!

What the hell?

This thing's not even real!

- Everybody, shut up! -

Who's that? - Listen to her!

- Who's that other guy?

- Shut the hell up!

Okay, Jack's jeep can outrun it,

but we have to create a diversion.

Some noise!

Everybody, grab something.

- Here!

- Like what?

Anything. Okay, we're gonna

throw stuff out that way,

and then we're gonna pile in

the jeep and haul ass this way.

Got it? Okay. On three.

One... two... three!

Okay, come on!

Hey, where's my camera?

You threw away my brand-new camera?

This time

we're ready for you.

This shipment of graboids

has four tentacles instead of three.

They look ridiculous.

Nobody's gonna buy them.

What the hell is that?

It's Burt's siren.

The graboid ladder?

It can't be real, Nancy.

Well, he wouldn't blow the siren unless

it was for real. Come on!

Oh, God. I hope Mindy's okay.

Hope she doesn't do something stupid.

I'm not paying for them!

If you ask me, there's something very

amateurish about this whole operation.

I mean, you take people into a life-or-death

situation, and you don't have a real gun?

Are you even licensed

to do this?

You wanted to see a graboid,

you saw a graboid.

So, I strongly advise you... hit the highway

and don't stop till you reach Seattle.

I expect you

to pay for that camera!

Mindy, thank God!

What's going on?

Mom, they're back.

We just made it out of there.

Graboids?

Live ones?

Burt! Burt,

we found one.

Son of a b*tch killed Buford. I mean,

things... just boom and he was gone.

The thing's like

the size of... a whale.

Yep, I've seen 'em.

Burt, is it okay?

Can we come down?

Come on down.

They're not close. You check

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