It Could Happen to You Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 101 min
- 1,590 Views
bowling alley...
- You insulted him.
- Next time, you talk!
I'd like a little cottage
in the country.
- Excuse me!
- Mrs. Lang, how do you feel?
- I'm Mrs. Lang!
- Mrs. Lang? These are for you.
- What an incredible woman you are.
- You have no idea!
Does it bother you that he split
$4 million with a stranger?
Not at all. In the beauty parlour,
I'm known as:
"Muriel Lang,
the woman with the heart of gold."
And if there are any sponsors
out there, like Denorex...
Which I use, because...
We've got to get the winners
in a group picture.
- Miss Biasi, what will you buy?
- A car? An apartment?
- I haven't thought about it yet.
- A promise is a promise.
"Muriel Lang,
woman with the heart of gold."
Oh, actress... briefly.
It didn't work out.
"Denorex.
Works out each individual dandruff."
- Will you stay on the force?
- I'll buy the force!
- Yvonne?
- So it's "Yvonne" already?
- Is this your biggest tip?
- Definitely!
- Have you ever won before?
- Never!
Big smile, everybody!
She has no taste. That outfit
looked like it came from the 60's.
I thought she looked just fine.
She's not flashy.
She's just a waitress.
Beauty is my business,
defer to my judgement.
My God, it's Bendel's! What a
feeling, to come here with money.
- God bless you.
- Stop giving it away to every bum!
God bless you.
- Now I'm happy.
- I'm glad, sweetheart.
- Now I'm at peace with myself.
- I'm glad, sweetheart.
Just a quick stop at Tiffany's,
and I'll be born again.
Fur's for animals,
not for people!
Excuse me.
This is Eleanor Smith of
MasterCard. You are now eligible, -
- Miss Yvonne Biasi,
for a $20, 000 line of credit.
Please call me at 1-800-555-2000.
- I've died and gone to heaven.
- Hi Yvonne, congratulations.
My name is Paul, and I'd like you
to spank me with a wire brush.
That's disgusting.
- I've got to change my number.
- Hello, please leave a message.
Hello? Sweetheart?
C'est moi!
I'll bet you're there!
I know you're mad about the account.
- But I can explain.
- Stay out of my life, Eddie.
You are there.
Hi, baby!
The only reason you're calling
is the lottery.
What? You won something?
- Die!
- No, baby. I'm serious.
I've been out of town.
The lottery? That's fabulous.
You did good?
I did all right.
Well, that's great, baby. No one
deserves it more. I mean that.
From the bottom of my heart.
- Hello?
- Please, don't ever call me again.
- When are you retiring?
- I'm not retiring! Get off my case.
Where's that sense of humour?
A guy calls at 3 a.m., says
he's holding a gun to his head...
Unless you give him $1,000
he'll pull the trigger.
If he called me at 3 a.m.,
I'd tell him to do it.
- That really happen?
- Last night. This lottery thing...
- You become this other person.
- I feel bad for you, baby.
I'm not bad-mouthing it.
I'm just saying, it's an adjustment.
Sun. How are things
in the mysterious East?
- Very good. Very busy.
- No unjustified price increases?
Good! Two coffees,
one regular, one light.
- How's the wife?
- She has the flu.
On the house.
Thank you.
That's very sweet of you.
Down there, make a right.
Our favourite Korean
- He said his wife has the flu.
- She'd work if she was dead!
- Then he gives me coffee for free.
- Sh*t! How do we play it?
Stay here, I'll go through the
basement. Call for some back-up.
Faster!
Nobody moves!
A carton of Virginia Slims!
That cop's just sitting out there.
Don't worry about the cop.
What was that?
Come here.
Watch him!
Come on, pal. Move!
- What's back there?
- Nothing.
- What about that door?
- Basement. Just rats.
- Rats?
- Big ones.
I hate rats.
Don't you keep this place clean?
Nobody move!
What's with this cop?
He's got nothing better to do
than write tickets?
With all the crime in this city?
- What do we do?
- Wait, till he leaves.
- What if he doesn't leave?
- He'll leave. Just shut up!
- What's the matter?
- I think it's a heart attack.
- Shut up!
- Call a doctor.
I'm the doctor here, honey!
Get up, Charlie!
You all right?
Get inside,
there's another one inside.
Come on, Charlie, get up.
You all right?
- Why didn't you just shoot him?
- Too many customers.
- You all right, man?
- Yeah... I'm great.
Oh man, you got shot!
He saved lives and prevented
injuries, though not to himself.
And certainly not
to the criminals he stopped.
So I give to Officer Charles Lang
this citation for bravery, -
- and wish him a quick recovery.
Thank you very much.
I guess fate's telling me to
take it easy. Or so says my wife.
I love being a cop,
lottery or no lottery.
I think it's the
most important job in the world.
So I'll be donating $10,000
to the Policemen's Widows' Fund.
Thanks a lot!
You're too young
to be hanging around.
I'm injured.
Don't you read the papers?
- You're a hero? Play with one hand.
- If I could, I would.
- See you.
- Yeah, see you later.
Good afternoon, sir.
- This looks like Beirut!
- Isn't it great?
We'll go co-op next year,
and sell the apartment.
- Mr. Patel told me.
- Hi, I'm your accountant.
- All the best on your new fortune.
- Thank you.
- He says we'll get $100,000 for it.
- Minimum!
And we beat the taxes
if we move to Jersey.
- But I want to stay here.
- And do what? Play stickball?
It's the architect.
Excuse me!
- Where's my chair?
- I gave it to Goodwill.
But I loved that chair!
Why should I? You're the one
that loves to give everything away.
Women! Who can live with them?
And without them?
What?
Gray's Antiques
had another break-in.
Two brothers walked off
with a Biedermeyer chest.
Gray says, "How could
black guys know what it's worth?"
He said that?
What did you say?
"They must get the African-American
Antiques Newsletter."
He pissed me off.
- I miss you, man.
- I'm going out of my mind.
My house is a wreck,
and I've got nothing to do...
Well, that's retirement.
- Well! "Yvonne's".
- She bought it a few weeks ago.
- Can I get you anything else?
- Tea, please.
Eight wants tea.
- How's the soup?
- Not enough basil.
You're kidding...
I'll see what I can do.
- Go in. Say hello.
- Forget it, she's busy.
I know you're dying to go in there.
No, I've got to get home.
But I got you something.
Season tickets to the Knicks.
- They're not on the floor...
- Knicks tickets? For me?
- I couldn't get the floor.
- Don't worry, give me some!
- Knicks tickets!
- I'm glad she's doing well.
Why the coat?
It's a warm night.
Maybe I'll get a chill later.
Just hold it.
- There's a lot of people here.
- Isn't it great?
I feel like
we're at the Academy Awards.
I'm going to go circulate.
Here's your lipstick.
I won $55 million, and
increased my net worth 40 percent -
- through well-chosen mutual funds.
- 40 percent?
- At virtually no risk.
S & L funds, Biotech funds...
Gold funds, they were a disaster.
- Stay away from those.
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