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Keep driving and maybe|someday I'll tell you.

- How could you hit a kid?|- I didn't hit a kid.|I ran over his bicycle.

I had a dog once|that got hit by a train.

- Thanks for sharing, Juice.|- Old King Cole we called him.

- He was a merry old soul.|- It's him.

- Boy with the backpack.|- Go! Go! Go!

- The sign says "No Cars Allowed"!|- Just drive!

Quigley!

- You're gonna pay for this!|- Just drive!

- Carl, this isn't a good idea.|- Shut up! Whoa!

Let go, man.|What's goin' on?

- Oooh!|- Oooh!

- I'm gonna get him.|- We're gonna tear him up!

- Reach over there and get him!|- Your butt is mine, kid!

I've been wantin'|this little punk.

I own you!|I own you, kid!

Come here!|He's got my money!

Aaaah!

- Follow him on foot! Go!|- Follow him on foot?

- Do I look like a bloodhound,|a professional tracker?|- Juicy, listen.

If we don't get that kid,|nobody gets paid.

[Groaning]

- I want cash benefits,|dental, everything.|- Not a problem.

Insurance!|Here, kiddie, kiddie!

Oh, there you go. Come here, boy.|I'm gonna get you now.

I've been lookin' for you!

Huh? Oh, no.

There he goes.|Yes. Come here, boy!

I'm gonna get you now!|Aaaah!

Don't believe this!|Kill that kid when I find him.|I'm not gettin' paid for this.

- Where are we going now?|My hands are over my eyes.|- Shut up!

- Get out...|- [Screaming]

There he is!|Stick with it! I got ya!

[Juice]|I'll get you!

Hang on, hang on.

- Okay, there he is!|- Come here! Come here!

- Juice! Run after him.|- You must be crazy. You run after him.

- Just ran through|this whole entire park.|- Fine, get in the car.

- [Coughing]|- Don't blow chunks in my car.|I just had it detailed.

- I'm cool!|- Are you sure? Are you sure?

- I'm not gonna mess up|your priceless detail.|- Come on.

- [Retching]|- Hey!

[Boy]|Wow, what's this?

- Let's go!|- After him!

- Hey, dude!|- [Juice] Move outta the way.

Sorry!

- Get 'im!|- Your butt is mine!

I want this kid...|What are you doing?

- Yeah!|- No! Carl, watch out!

[Juice]|Oh, no!

Whoa!

- Aah! No!|- Oh, man!

Yes!

Now that's a display|of fine driving right there.

You know, Carl, it might be easier|just to steal another million dollars.

Hello, Mr Jackson.

Well, well, well, if it|isn't the world's youngest|personal injury attorney.

You know, you're in a lot|of trouble today, little man.

Yeah, 'cause today|I have been drinking vodka.

- Take a hike, butt-brain.|- What?

- Take a...|- Never mind, never mind.|Never mind, never mind!

[Chattering]

[Yvonne] Antoine, get that truck thing|off the stage. Thank you!

Get those golden gloves off!|Thank you!

Love, love, love, love!|What do you think?

Ta-da! Is this|to die, or what?

Uh, yeah, sure,|it's, uh, to die.

I can't wait to show it|to Mr Macintosh.

Come on, honey, let's see|what they did with that...

"Is it to die for or what?"|[Laughing]

Where did you find her?|Oh, man.

- What does this cost?|- I don't know.

- What do you think it should cost?|- Lots, lots.

Kid, why don't you just tell me what|I need to know. I'm a good guy.

Okay, how good are you|going to be to me?

In round numbers.

I don't think you get|the picture, sonny.

- Maybe you need a better view.|- [Screaming]

[Screaming] Preston Waters,|1508 Oak Street, Hillsdale, Indiana!

- Thank you.|- [Crying]

- You all right?|- Aaah! Aaah!

- Is something wrong?|- No, not at all.

- Is Mr Macintosh around?|- Uh, no.

- But he will be here tonight?|- Yeah.

- In person?|- In person.

- Okay. I'll see you tonight?|- Okay.

Okay. You're looking good.|Bye.

- I'll be calling.|- What a babe.

Baby brother|comes into his own.

For a little weasel, he sure knows|how to get a girlfriend.

- Too bad he picked a fortune hunter.|- Little love pilot...

shot down in flames|by a gold digger.

By a what?

Gold digger, someone|who is only after money. I know women,

and that one is after|Macintosh's cold, hard cash.

For your information,|me and Shay already went on a date...

and she had one|fantastic time, boys.

Oh, yes, every second|she was getting closer...

- and closer to Mr Macintosh.|- [Laughing]

- Shut up!|- Just answer me this.

Did she ever, ever just once,|come by without saying,

"Meanwhile, I wonder if|I could see Mr Macintosh?"

She's a gold digger, man.|She just wants Macintosh's money.

- Yeah! Ow!|- Don't rub it. Be a man.

- Don't rub it.|- I'll rub it if I want to.

- She wants a guy with money, not some|little kid with an empty piggy bank.|- Yeah.

"Well, I'll wait by the windows|I'll wait by the door"

"To make sure|you don't come home"

- You ever known any gold diggers?|- Man, have I.

I hate 'em.|They're the worst.

Anybody who is your friend because you|have money is not your friend at all.

You know what|they say about gold?

"He who has the gold|makes the rules"?

No, no, no.|"A fool and his gold are soon parted."

What does that mean?

"A fool and his gold are soon parted."|Those old sayings, man,

I don't get 'em. I don't even|know really what that means.

You ever heard:
|"More than one way to skin a cat"?

Who skins cats?|Why would you skin a cat?

And there is not more than one way|to skin a cat. There is only one way.

You grab the cat,|you rip the skin off the cat.

What is the number two way?|You put a hose up the cat's butt?

He gets so bloated|that he skins himself?

Does he have a piece|of Velcro under his butt? No.

"Kill two birds with one stone."|You heard that one?

You know anyone who has even|killed one bird with one stone?

Kids try it all the time.|You can't hit a bird with a stone.

Unless you got a huge stone|and they're tiny baby birds.

Then... [lmitating Crash]|Beep, beep! Dead.

[Sighing]|"A fool and his gold are soon parted."

I guess it means|that if you're a fool,

your gold or your money|is soon gone.

Once it's gone, it is|outta there. It is history.

It is dust. It is vapour. It is no more.|You are living in Brokesville.

- Unless you have|Macintosh's kind of money.|- What if you don't?

I guess then you find out|who your real friends are.

Man, we look good.

- Is everybody having a good time?|- [Woman Laughing]

- Good, you are.|- "Yes, we are, darling."|Wow, look at the balloons.

- This is great.|Look at the ice sculpture.|- Presents!

Hey, hey, hey, kid, no touching.|Those are Mr Macintosh's.

Go find your parents.|Go on, get outta here.

Go on!

- I just want to see Mr Macintosh.|- I just want to pig out.

[Chuckling]|Hey, look at that.

Excuse me.

- Sorry!|- Exactly who are you looking for,|Preston?

- Have you seen Shay?|- I haven't seen her,|but she'll be around.

Come on... Oh, man,|look at all this food!

Macintosh doesn't show,|we bring the kid in, agreed?

If Preston says Macintosh is gonna|be there, Macintosh will be there.

But you don't make a move, until|I give you the signal, understood?

We got eight men ready to go in|and nail him the second he shows up!

We close this deal tonight!

Where's the pizza and the ice cream?|What's going on here?

This could have been a pizza before|it got run over by a couple of trucks.

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