1941 Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1979
- 118 min
- 1,659 Views
- All right.
You shouldn't touch
the ordnance at all.
But more specifically, you should
never pull this hand-operating lever...
- To the rear.
- Never.
Do not push a clip of ammunition
down into the feed rollers here.
- You would never put the ammunition-
- No, sir. Never.
You never restore
this lever to firing position.
Do not make sure that this cover
is completely closed.
Never depress operator's
foot triggers here, here...
- And at the rear here.
- Never.
If an ordinary Joe
like me...
went to one of those
fancy USO dances...
...and he saw an awful pretty
girl like you, and-
And he wanted to ask her
to dance...
- You think maybe she'd, uh, say, uh-
- Yes?
- Yeah.
Don't listen
to that jerk!
You!
- You!
- You.
You... Have a really
serious wardrobe problem, kid.
It's isn't fair!
No! No!
Put me down! No! No!
No, no, no, no, no!
I'm gonna be there at 8:00 in front of
the Crystal Ballroom. I'll meet you there!
- No, you won't!
- Yes, I will!
No, you won't.
Holly... wood-
- Hollywood.
Hollywood-
Tsk.
Pinewood.
Cheese!
- Cheese!
- Okay.
Bring on your tough hoss...
You never had one...
That would set me
to guessin' or-
Bother me none...
You've got that right
That's one thing I can do...
Says I got one
That's a bad one to bust...
He's been throwin' good riders
He's- Whoa!
Hey!
Well, it's kind of skinny
around the bottom, but what the heck.
Well, I'll be doggoned.
Where'd you little bastards
come from?
Thought you could hide
from old Holly, didn't ya?
Doggone it.
You get smaller every year.
Oh, shoot!
Fire, fire, fire!
Now, that's a nice one
right there.
Yes, sir, that one there.
I'm gonna have to
try that again.
Whoa! Jesus palomino!
Walkin' trees!
Holly... wood.
Hollywood.
Hollywood!
Banzai! Banzai!
Uh-huh. I'm lost.
Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
Oooh!
- Huh?
Oh.
Ah.
The stars at night
are big and bright...
Deep in
the heart of Texas...
Starved.
Can opener!
Ha-ha! Ho-ho!
Ha-ha!
Does that gun work?
You ain't gonna shoot nobody,
are ya?
You ought to get some oil on that thing.
You shouldn't leave it settin' out.
- Down there?
What is it? A Winchester?
That's what I got,
a Winchester.
Lever action,
shoots like a house on fire.
You ought to try to pick one up-
Don't go stepping on me.
Ought to try to pick one up
while you're over here.
Damn good gun.
Ah!
You sneaky little bastards ain't
gettin' doodily sh*t outta me...
...except maybe my name, rank
and social security number.
Wood, Hollis P.
Lumberjack.
Social security:
1-0-6...4-3... 2-1-8-5.
Where Hollywood?
- Right here.
- What?
You're lookin' at him.
- Who?
- Hollis Wood.
Where?
I'm right here. Shoot.
Can't ya understand plain English?
- Hollywood?
- Huh?
- Where?
- Here!
Look. Where Hollywood?
North? South?
Oh. You want me to tell you
where Hollywood is.
Well, shoot. That's easy.
Hollywood is right-
Oh, no, you don't.
You thought you was gonna get me to show
you where Hollywood was, didn't ya?
Tried to sneak up on me
like ya did Pearl Harbor!
Bet you're gonna bomb
John Wayne's house, ain't ya?
- John Wayne-o?
- I knew it!
I knew it. I ain't gonna tell ya
one stinkin' thing.
You can torture me,
do anything you want to.
Jesus palomino.
A Nazi!
I knew it!
You're all in cahoots!
Let me tell you something,
Mr. Heinie Kraut...
I fought your kind
in the great war.
And we kicked
the livin' sh*t outta ya.
Over there, over there...
Send the word
Send the word over there...
- That the Yanks are comin'
The Huns are runnin'
Hey! What do ya go
tearin' up my radio for?
What's the big idea?
All right. Go ahead
and search me if you want to.
One genuine American
jackrabbit foot.
One authentic early American
hari-kari knife.
Pass it around, boys. Maybe
somebody's got a use for it.
One ten-cent box
of delicious...
...nutritious,
caramel-coated Popperjacks.
Doggone it,
this is my stuff.
Compass.
Banzai, my balls-
Let's see you try and find
Hollywood now, you scrawny little-
- Hey, boy, watch that knife.
Prune juice.
Oh, no, you don't! Aah!
Oh, boy, rides!
- It'll be okay. Don't worry.
- I don't know, Angelo.
- What if my nose bleeds?
- Use a handkerchief.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
Oh, boy. A ferris wheel.
I love ferris wheels.
Do we get to ride this all night?
Just to the end
of the shift.
We don't have to pay for this, do we?
We're working for the government now.
Don't worry, Herb.
You don't pay for nothin'.
...ls that where
you turn it on?
I always wanted to work
one of these babies.
"Warning:
Do not......turn on switch."
Ow! Hey!
Don't touch that.
These are the master control switches.
You fool around with them,
you turn on the whole amusement park.
- I love ferris wheels.
- Relax, Claude. Everything's gonna be all right.
Here's what you gotta do.
If you hear or see any airplanes,
you pick up the phone...
...you yell, "Army flash!"
- You got a direct line to the lnterceptor Command.
- Hey!
Then you tell them exactly
what ya saw and where. Here.
You know my problem with heights. I
don't want to be stuck up there with him.
Jesus Christ, Angelo.
They gave him a gun.
Don't worry. He got a license.
He's an expert shot.
Don't worry.
Try to adjust to him.
- To know him is to love him.
- Ow!
Don't worry.
You'll both be compatible.
If not, I'll get you a replacement.
Just sit down, Claude.
Remember, you're both
Safety bar?
We don't need no safety bar.
What happens
if we have to jump?
You keep the safety bar
locked at all times.
And remember, don't act up, Herbie,
like you did last summer.
No standing up
and no rocking.
You mean this thing
rocks? Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!
Don't worry.
You're perfectly safe.
Like a baby in its mother's arms.
You got nothin' to worry about.
I once swung around in one of these
things 180 degrees and I didn't get hurt.
No, sir, buddy. There's no way
you can get killed in one of these...
...unless you really try.
Like this one guy I knew.
He committed suicide.
He just stood up and did
a swan dive straight down.
Sit down, please.
Just stay seated, please.
Don't look down, Claude.
You'll be all right.
Up, up, up. I'll be back to pick you up
after your shift. Ciao.
Hey, this
grapefruit's rotten.
I'm gonna throw it away.
Is it all right with you?
All right, I'm gonna
throw it away.
Here it goes.
It's going. It's going.
It's going. It's going.
Going. It's going.
It's going.
Too bad I forgot
to time it.
If I'd timed it, I would have known
how long it took to hit the ground.
Because objects fall
at 32 feet per second.
Would you just shut up
about heights?
I don't want to hear
another word about heights.
- Boy, I sure hope the wind starts-
- Just shut up!
Now don't say
another word.
Scared of heights, huh?
Ha, ha, ha! Me too.
You ain't gettin'
sh*t outta me.
I've been constipated all week and
there ain't a damn thing you can do.
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