Dr. Dolittle 2 Page #2

What are you talkin' about?|What's that supposed to mean?

Argh!

So I should stop doing what I do and helping|animals because you find it embarrassing?

- That's not gonna happen.|- That's right it's not, so forget it.

You're comin' to dinner. Look at this.

- No cellphone for a week.|- What am I gonna do without my cellphone?

Here's some stamps. You can learn|to write a letter. You think I care?

Look at me. Do I look like I care?|Just look. Look at me.

No, Charisse, look at me.|Do I look like I care? Look.

I don't care.

This is unbelievable. She has|50 numbers in here, not one is mine.

- You shouldn't be looking at that.|- Why not?

"Biggie Mack Cell. "

"Biggie Mack Pager. " "Biggie Mack Home. "

- Who the hell is Biggie Mack?|- I don't know, John.

I'm gonna find out who Biggie Mack is. I don't|like that name. What kind of name is that?

- What is that?|- Marcus's cellphone.

- Cellphone?|- Mm-hm.

- When did he get a cellphone?|- Last week.

- What are you doing? John!|- Sh. I'm checking out Biggie Mack.

Hello.

- Hey, who is this?|- Who is this?

- Is this Biggie Mack?|- Who wants to know?

- Hey, I'm asking the questions here, punk.|- What?

- How old are you?|- None of your damn business!

What if I make it my business to find out?

- Are you threatenin' me?|- I don't make threats. I'm promisin' you...

- Is this John Dolittle?|- Hi. I'm so sorry, that's a wrong number.

- It's a grown man on the end of that phone.|- I wish I could say the same thing about you.

- The door.|- I hear the door.

- Go get that door!|- Who am I - Mr French? I got to get doors?

Coming!

Hey, Dr D. Wassup? It's me.

Me? Who's Me? Back up, Me.

I'm sayin', you gonna let me in?

- Dr D, what's goin' on?|- Excuse me?

Remember me? Eric. Domino's Pizza?|Extra cheese, anchovies, tomatoes...

- You're the pizza guy.|- Yeah.

- Thanks, man. Did I forget to give you a tip?|- No, you gave me somethin' better than a tip.

- I'm gonna take care of you cos...|- Hey, Eric.

Wassup, baby? You ready?

- Whoa, whoa, wait. This is your date?|- Dad, Eric. Eric, Dad.

- My man! Wassup? Wassup?|- Um, Eric, no.

- We have to stay here and eat dinner.|- Huh?

It's cool with me.

Charisse, don't be like that. You're gonna|ruin dinner for everybody. Come on, now.

You know what, Pops? Don't even sweat|that, man. I know how to take care of her.

Pops?

When Charisse was a year and a half,|she didn't want to wear diapers any more.

- Remember that?|- John.

She had accidents around the house cos|she didn't have it down yet. We'd have piles...

- Dad, you had to go there, didn't you?|- Come on, this is family.

- It's cool. I'm actually learnin' something.|- Really?

Interesting you never learnt|to take off your hat at the table.

Isn't your head getting hot?|Mine is, just lookin' at you in that hat.

Sixteen!

Just think, Charisse, in two years|you'll be out of this house and off to college.

One year, ten months, sixteen days.

Berkeley's a close college. If you went there,|you could live at home and save money.

That's a good idea, but I've reserved|a U-Haul for the day I graduate high school.

Oh. You've reserved a U-Haul already?

Uh, Dad, someone to see you.

Yo. Step outside.

- Thank you, sweetie. Excuse me, darling.|- Bye, Dad. Love you.

I love you too. Excuse me, Eric.

- Yeah. Hey, yo. Yo, down here. OK.|- Now, what do you want?

First of all, the beaver sends|birthday greetings to your lovely daughter.

Oh, really? Very nice. Go tell|the beaver he's getting on my nerves.

Oh, what you gettin' bent out of shape for?|He only wants a moment of your time.

- What if I say no?|- You don't wanna go down that road.

Tell the beaver|eight o'clock, my office, tomorrow.

Oh! The beaver don't travel for nobody. He|knows you're busy and he'll remember this...

...but this is truly a life-or-death situation.

All right, shut up. Listen.|My car, 7am. All right?

Hey, this is good news.|The beaver likes good news.

- Thank you.|- Jimmy, get the car.

# Happy birthday to you

- # Happy birthday!|- # Happy birthday, dear Charisse

# Happy birthday

# Happy birthday to you

Come on, blow your candles out|and make a wish.

Wee! Surprise!

- Happy birthday!|- It's your birthday. It's your birthday.

There's a mouse in the house!

- Give me that.|- I am licking the candles.

- Oh, yeah? You can lick my fat, funky...|- Don't be a piggy.

- Charisse, I'm so sorry.|- Ooh, ouch.

Watch the fur. We're doing|somethin' nice for your daughter.

I bet if a cute little kitty popped out,|you'd say "How cute. "

But you're not. Listen,|you're not a couple of cute little kitties.

- We are.|- You're two disgusting rats...

- We're not.|... that ruined the cake.

You wanna get personal now? You know|what "rats" spelt backwards is? It's "star"!

- That's right. I'm a star, buddy.|- Is that right?

- Do you know what "ha" spells backwards?|- Um, no... Ah!

Exactly!

- Could it be?|- Yes, it is! Diapers!

And my favourite: Chocolate.

- Say "Maya".|- Maya.

- Maya.|- Maya.

- What are you doing?|- I think he's about to say something.

Bring me a bone.

And a large order of flies. Supersized.

You will be bring me ham,|luncheon meats, cold cuts.

- Lucky, out.|- Maya, can I talk to Charisse alone a second?

OK. Come on, boy.

Charisse, look, I'm sorry about tonight.

I'm thinking about cutting back a bit and|spending more time around here with you.

- Great. More animals'll be here.|- What if we don't stay?

We can go on a vacation to Europe,|the whole family. What about that?

- Are you serious?|- I'm dead serious. We can go to Paris, Rome.

We always talked about that.|Let's do it. What do you think?

Is this a bribe?

Yes, this is a bribe.

- It's working.|- Doc, one other thing I forgot to tell...

- Tomorrow!|- What?

- Tomorrow.|- Tomorrow.

Yeah. European vacation. So tomorrow.

Tomorrow we're going to Europe! Tomorrow.

So Doc, the raccoon and the possum took|a road trip to meet this mysterious beaver.

- Hey, Doc, nice wheels. Whaddaya call this?|- Oh, this is a Mustang.

- Yo, Doc, is there a car named after me?|- No, I don't think they make a Possum.

- Why not?|- Not a lot of cars named after rodents.

I wanna go over some ground rules|for when you meet the beaver.

Number one:
No sudden movements.

Number two:
Do not stare at his teeth.|Between you and me he has a slight overbite.

I personally think he needs braces,|but I'm not a dentist.

Numbers three through ten: You'll treat him|with the respect he deserves. Capeesh?

We're talkin' about a beaver, right?

- Hey, Tootie, how you doin'?|- Hey, Doctor, how are you?

Hey, back away from him, Jimmy.|Show some respect, you animals.

- The raccoon got the doctor.|- He says he's a miracle worker.

- Hello?|- Paulie, get the boss ready.

Doin' everythin' you say, Joey.|Doin' everythin' like you told me.

I'm gonna go get some acorns.

Yeah, Dr Dolittle, I presume.|Welcome to my den.

- Would you like a fish?|- Oh, no, thank you. I've eaten already.

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