Herbie Rides Again Page #2

it feels marvelous.

Are you alright, Mr. Whitfield?

- What was that?

- Nicole Harris, a brave young lady.

She works for the airline.

Last week, she knocked out a hijacker

with a bottle of wine.

Get out. If you or any more of Hawk's

stooges come again, you'll get worse!

Please, Nicole. Mr. Whitfield and I

were having a nice conversation.

I'll bet. But isn't it time

for your nap?

Mr. Whitfield is just going!

Very well. Goodbye, Mr. Whitfield,

I hope I'll see you again soon.

- Mrs.. Steinmetz, you...

- Out. Out!

Have a heart. This is my first

assignment. I can't afford to fail.

- I said out!

- But...

Alright. Alright.

You look like a sensible person.

Living alone

in this crummy neighborhood

is no place for an elderly woman.

What do you mean, alone?

She's got me and she's got Herbie.

That's another thing.

That goofy story about this car

shows she's coming apart.

- So you think it's goofy?

- Of course. Don't you?

How would you like

to go for a little ride?

- I thought you didn't like me.

- I'd like you to ride in Herbie.

I'd like that very much.

Well, that's very nice of you.

I'll be ready in a minute.

Alright, Herbie. Let's get going.

You're an intelligent young woman.

Why do you pretend to talk

to this car? People might wonder.

Don't listen, Herbie. Move it.

Mrs.. Steinmetz thinks of this car as

a person. Old age has its fantasies.

It proves she needs Mr. Hawk's help.

- Remember, Alonzo Hawk sent him.

- You and I know better.

You stubborn bucket of bolts.

You always do things your way!

Let's stop kidding ourselves.

This is an ordinary car,

like a million other

ordinary, rather unattractive...

You shouldn't say that,

Herbie's sensitive about his looks.

You've had your laugh.

You ought to stop now.

He won't stop until you say sorry.

What upsets me most is

you trying to maintain the fiction...

- Please, tell Herbie you're sorry.

- Alright. Herbie, I'm sorry.

Well, what do you think now?

I think you're a very skilful driver,

but I don't want you

to drive me again.

- You think it's a trick?

- Yes. I think it's all a trick.

Well, would you like to drive?

- Yes.

- Good.

There, you see? As I was saying,

this car is just your ordinary,

rather stupid-looking...

What do I do now?

You're on your own. I hope Herbie

hasn't lost his sense of humor.

Chicken Tournament, jousting today?

What's it up to now?

I don't know. It's hard

to figure Herbie out sometimes.

The gallant contenders are taking

their places on the field of honor.

At the north end, the undefeated

champion of the tournament.

Fearless, brutal, unforgiving.

The Red Knight!

At the south end,

his stout-hearted adversary,

the ever-popular Sir Lancelot!

I hope Herbie's not up to

what I think he's up to.

Let the joust begin.

Give the signal, your Majesty.

What are they doing?

It seems very dangerous.

What are they doing?

I think this is where I get out.

Good idea. I'll join you.

The victor thus far

has demolished all who oppose him.

Surviving champion,

your favorite and mine,

the Red Knight!

At the other end of the list,

a mysterious new contender.

But the name doesnt 't matter.

No one lasts for long

against the Red Knight!

Let the joust begin!

No, Herbie, wait!

I take everything back. I apologies.

I believe, Herbie! I believe!

My brave champion,

you have won me!

Take me to your kingdom!

You win the bread, man.

Three dollars.

I'm beginning to think

that I owe you an apology.

Oh, no,

I can't stand men who apologies.

- Well, may I take you to lunch?

- Alright.

I lived in an apartment opposite

the firehouse. I loved it.

Then Alonzo Hawk tore it down

and kicked me out.

- I'm sure it wasn't personal.

- I go crazy if I hear his name.

- How's your jaw?

- It's alright.

I'm sorry. How could I know it was

your first assignment for Hawk?

You can't know what a no-good he is.

I should tell you...

Anyway, Mrs.. Steinmetz took me in

until I found somewhere to live.

When I found out what Hawk was

up to, I stayed on to protect her.

I won't let his rats

talk her out of her home.

You're not being fair.

Fair? To Alonzo Hawk? Has he

conned you just like everyone else?

I should tell you...

Did you know

he put a parking garage

on the lot where the DiMaggios

learned to play baseball?

His factories pollute

all the fish in the bay.

His skyscraper casts a cold shadow

on a playground all day.

Let me say...

He even kicked 30 Chinese families

off Grand Avenue!

Please! I can't believe Uncle Alonzo

would do things like that.

Wait a minute.

Uncle? He's your uncle?

- Yes, that's why...

- You rotten swine!

Here's your warm milk, Grandma.

Be sure and drink it.

You know how good it is for you.

Yes, dear.

I still can't understand why

you hit him with a boiled lobster.

Grandma, I wish I could stop

doing things like that.

- I really sort of like him.

- I'm glad to hear that.

Brilliant, eligible lawyers

don't grow on trees.

What are you leading up to?

Nothing, dear. I just thought that

perhaps you could talk things over

with that nice Mr. Whitfield.

Nice try, Grandma.

But if I want a young man,

I'll get him my way.

Yes, I suppose so, dear.

Now, stop hatching plots

and go to sleep.

Yes, dear.

- Goodnight, Grandma.

- Goodnight, dear.

Goodnight, Herbie. Pleasant dreams.

He used to be a famous racing car.

Used to be a famous racing car.

Used to be a famous racing car.

Uncle Alonzo,

I dropped by

to talk to you man to man,

so I could look you

squarely in the eye.

No, I am wearing make-up

because of a black eye.

A girl hit me in the face

with a boiled lobster

the moment I mentioned your name.

This same wonderful, intelligent,

clear-sighted girl

was able to convince me

what kind of a person you really are.

I do not hold with your cheating

Mrs.. Steinmetz out of her home

so that you may build

your concrete anthill

on the spot where

she has known so much happiness.

I think you are despicable,

greedy, grasping

and wholly without principle or pity.

I also believe

you are not a nice person.

If you write my mother,

who is also your sister Frieda,

do not tell her

that I wear make-up as a rule.

I am going back to Missouri,

so you may no longer use me

as a cat's paw.

I bid you farewell

more in sorrow than in anger.

Please do not send us

any more fruit for Christmas.

Goodbye, Grandma!

Hi, everybody.

Hi, Herb.

No hard feelings, OK?

I'm so glad you and Herbie

decided to make up.

I'm off for my morning walk.

Come along, we can have a chat.

No, I just came to say goodbye.

I'm going home to Missouri.

Oh, what a pity!

Nicole so hoped to see you again.

She's a wonderful girl,

even if you don't agree with her.

I do agree with her now.

I'm going to my uncle to tell him

exactly what I think of him.

- Why, that's splendid!

- It's time he heard the real truth.

Nicole will be thrilled!

Please wait until she comes back.

To be honest, I'm more afraid

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