Cocoon: The Return Page #2

I feel sensational. Thanks a lot.

Nice little place you got here... uh, Ruby.

D'you hear that, Sidney?

It's a nice little place I got here.

Sidney was my husband.

This dump was his dream.

Unfortunately, the son of a b*tch died

and left me to live it.

- That's tough.

- Nah, it's not so bad. I just like to yak.

Now, tell me. You two on vacation or what?

- We, uh...

- Well...

...came down to see old friends.

- Oh.

Your night clerk told us to talk to you

about staying the week.

Sure thing. No problem.

This is not exactly my busy season.

- Great.

There's Ben. We better get cracking.

- See you round, Ruby.

- Count on it.

Oh, hey! Will you get a load of this sunshine?

I feel like a teenager.

- You do, huh?

- Yeah.

- Last one to the car buys dinner.

- Hey, yeah!

- Come on, slowpoke!

- You got a head start.

Where are you, boy?

Yahoo!

Hey, not bad, Superman!

We'll have to stop at a pharmacy.

If I don't have zinc oxide, I'll burn to a crisp.

So we'll stop at a pharmacy.

- Did you bring juice? I'll get dehydrated.

- We'll getjuice.

- Bernie, where you going?

- None of your business.

- You should be in your rug-hooking class.

- Take your hands off him.

- Or what?

- Or you'll be sorry.

- I said let him go!

- Out of my way, you old coot.

Easy, Rambo.

- What do you say we blow this joint?

- Yes.

After you.

Hey, hey!

- Look at that.

- Come on!

- Here we go.

- Last one in's a pantywaist!

Last one in ain't got a hair on his ass!

Here we go!

Where is everybody?

- How's the water?

- Great. It was just great.

A beautiful beach, a sunny day and

good friends... what more can a man ask for?

Can I have some of that, please?

Wonderful. Would you look at them move?

Gentlemen, I'd say all that those ladies

are lacking is a little mature male company.

- Yeah.

- How about that?

I think you're right.

Come on, Bernie. Come and dip your wick.

Come on!

Joe, I've gotta go. I've got an appointment.

An appointment?

We're playing a game here, Bernie.

It's important.

OK, Bernie. I'll get the guys.

Art. Ben.

- How's this feel?

- Perfect.

You're a good friend, Jack.

I knew we could count on you to help us out.

It's no sweat. You're my favourite Martian.

Well, I guess we're ready

and we'll be back in about an hour's time.

Yeah. OK.

- "My favourite Martian." That's good.

- See, he gets it.

"St Petersburg Oceanographic Institute."

They got a cocoon.

Holy sh*t.

OK, David, one more swing.

I know you can do it, buddy. Come on.

Hit it, man. Come on, David, one more time.

Oh, man, too bad.

- Next.

- That's OK, David. It's only batting practice.

Come on, Tom, you're up. Take a cut.

Screwed up again, guy.

No matter how many times I see that,

it's still impressive.

What's the mystery? You were analysing the

effects of quakes on fish and find a meteorite.

When a meteor enters the atmosphere, the

pressure will leave characteristic markings.

This baby doesn't have 'em.

Whatever it is, it didn't fall from the sky.

It's weird-looking.

It's kind of like a dinosaur egg.

What do you think, Sara?

You subscribe to the dinosaur-egg theory?

- Oh, my God.

- What is it?

It's a life form.

I'm gonna get a hot dog

and an ice-cold beer. How about you?

- Sure, I'll have a beer.

- You get a milk shake.

In you go.

- Hey, look, it's Wade Boggs.

- How's it hanging, doofus?

Yeah, that guy can't hit worth sh*t.

Wanna let me in on that?

I read somewhere, I don't know where,

maybe Ted Williams.

It said the hardest thing in sports to do

is hit a round ball with a round bat.

What you gotta do is learn how to hit the ball

with some degree of control.

You go over by the bucket

and I'm gonna hit some of these.

Now, watch. I'm gonna try

to see the ball hit the bat.

Boom. See? And you don't

have to swing hard. Give me a ball.

- OK.

- Now you. OK, come over here.

Now, think. Try and see the ball hit the bat.

All right, now you're cooking. All right.

Let's go, let's go, let's go. A little pep.

That's the one.

- You ought to have your head examined.

- It was just a little baseball... Here, over here.

Just a little ball game. No big deal.

This is Earth, Ben, not Antarea.

- As long as we're here, we keep getting older.

- I know.

But with this kind of fringe benefit,

maybe it's worth it.

Hey, what's going on?

Well, it's been so long since you needed me

for anything like this, I guess I missed it.

Yeah. I missed it, too.

I know.

It's not your fault.

How could you know an earthquake would

knock a cocoon out of its hiding place, huh?

I'm responsible for him. They're

counting on me to bring him back home.

And I'm going to need a blueprint

of the institute so I can plan his rescue.

Well, I'll help you. I'll do whatever you want.

But I got into trouble last time,

so you cannot steal any more old people.

- We're not doing that.

- All right, fine. Let's just go bust him out.

It's not that easy. We can't free him without

the risk of drawing attention to ourselves.

We'll go back in three days,

then rendezvous with the ship.

Three days!

You're crazy! Kitty, in three days they'll cut it

open and perform grotesque experiments...

I'm sorry... I didn't mean...

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm...

We're going to get him back.

Look at this. Slick as a whistle.

You're not so bad yourself.

Joe, I'm in heaven. Isn't this wonderful?

You're the one who didn't wanna come back.

- You glad I twisted your arm?

- I think I was afraid it wouldn't be the same.

But it's better.

- Look. What are we gonna do about him?

- I asked him to dance.

- Forget it. Bernie hasn't cut a rug in 30 years.

Joe, maybe we should

go and keep him company.

I see something

that'll get his juices flowing.

One more of these

and I am no longer responsible.

- Waiter! Waiter!

- Oh!

You are my kind of group.

Most people our age are a pain in the ass.

Most people our age are dead.

Oh, Bernie.

Where did he get to be so funny?

- Yeah, Bernie, how'd you get to be so funny?

- I always thought Bernie was funny.

- Me, too.

- You have?

Oh, you don't think I'm funny, Joe?

Watch this. I'll show you funny.

Presenting Mr Laurel and Mr Hardy.

This is an eagle who just found out

his teenage daughter's pregnant.

You know what? You are adorable.

What's... Are you all right?

What's the matter? It was just a little kiss.

I'm a married man.

Oh, pardon me. I'm so sorry.

- Your friends told me you were available.

- What?!

- Bernie, we just thought...

- You just thought what, Joe?

That I've forgotten about Rose?

That her memory means nothing to me?

Well, I got news for you. It means everything.

Now, don't break up your little party

on my account. I'll get a cab.

He's a fun guy. A barrel of laughs.

Thanks for the intro.

- I'm sorry, Ruby.

- Yeah, forget it.

Like I said...

we had some laughs.

Ruby, underneath it all

he really is a wonderful guy.

Yeah, yeah.

Thanks for the drink.

Pay attention to the teacher.

Behave yourself.

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