Leprechaun 3 Page #4

I'm gonna keep this until

you get my money back for me.

That's my personal property.

I want it back!

Keep your voice down.

One thing I can't stand

is a fat broad with a big mouth.

Who's calling fat fat,

Mr. Porker?

(grunting)

- Really!

- Yeah, really.

You couldn't get a woman

if your life depended on it.

I could have

any broad that I wanted.

Like that bubblehead

little bimbo, Miss Tammy?

Yeah, I could have

Tammy if I wanted her.

Oh, you wish!

Yeah...

I wish!

What was that?

Oh!

Ah!

If wishes were horses, a fat man

like you couldn't get in the saddle.

Mitch!

Tammy, what's the matter?

- I want you.

- You do?

I want you more than any man

I've ever known in my life.

Have you got a fever?

Oh, right now, Mitch!

Take me!

Take me right here!

On the floor!

Oh! Oh!

Yes!

"Fatso," huh?

Look, whatever it is,

don't change a thing.

You just stay like this.

Oh, yes!

Come on,

let's go to my room.

Mandatory drug testing

for all employees, that's it.

- Mitchy, Mitchy...

- We're going right to my room.

- Oh, it's time, Mitchy.

- Oh, I'm ready!

- I can get really nasty!

- You can?

- Yeah!

- Then you just do it.

- Come on, baby!

- Yeah!

Wait a minute.

That's what he said.

"I wish."

Oh, Mitchy,

where have you been all my life?

I've been right here, baby,

waiting for you.

(laughing)

Gimme a kiss!

Oh, Mitchy!

I like my loving...

the same way

I like my men...

- tough.

- Tough?

And hard, like this.

Whoa!

Ooh, that's wonderful!

I wanna make you feel it,

like this.

Oh!

Ooh!

You're turning me on!

I think I got the idea.

Let me do it for you.

Oh, Mitchy! Yeah!

Oh, I love it! Ooh!

Now, can we...

can we do it?

My boxers

keep crawling up my butt.

I hate that.

I go with jockeys now.

It kinda makes me feel

like a sissy.

Yeah.

You can't hang,

like you really want to...

- How do you want it hanging?

- Loose. I wanna be comfortable.

- I like the support.

- Oh, yeah? Feels good.

- How's my tie look?

- Fine. Good.

My socks are hanging

down my ankles.

I wear those ones that come

over the calves, like tubers.

I'd get those garters,

but they make me feel like a sissy.

Where the hell is that guy?

Enough with the pain.

Okay, no more pain.

Oh, sweetie, mama's

gonna make you feel so good!

Oh, well, good is good,

pain is...

What tasteful decor!

Mitchy, it's like a museum.

Let's do it...

- Let's do it!

- Oh, Mitchy!

- This is good.

- Down, boy.

Now, first...

- First what?

- I'm gonna make you hot.

- Yes, I like that.

- And then...

- What?

- I'm gonna make you burn.

Burn?

(music plays)

Oh, boy!

That...

that's very nice!

Oh, that's nice,

that's good! Yes!

Mitch:
Do it! Do it...

Yes!

You got real talent.

Whoo-whee... yes!

Have I got a wish for you!

- Mitch?

- Come and get me, baby!

What did you do to me?

How did you get me here?

- Hey, wait!

- How did I get here?

It's me, remember?

The love machine! Come on!

Get away from me!

You letch!

Oh-hh! You b*tch!

You ballbreaking tease!

You're fired

as of tonight!

You're finished

in show business!

You'll never get a job

in this town again.

Belongs to me,

this gold I smell.

Whoever's got it

is going to hell.

Ah, potatoes!

(sobbing)

I was gonna

make her a star.

All she had to do

was cooperate.

What the hell

is going on?

What channel is this?

What do you need her for, Mitch,

when you can have me?

She called me Mitch?

Take a look at these,

Mitch...

Huh! Coincidence.

I like this!

Here you go!

Baked potato, broiled potato,

french fries,

potato skins, potato salad

and six potato pancakes.

Anything else?

There once was a lady

of Totten

whose taste grew perverted

and rotten.

She cared not for steaks,

or for pastries and cakes

but lived upon

penis au gratin.

Metallica!

No, wait!

White Zombie.

I've got the album.

Enjoy your spuds!

What the hell

did I just say?

I'm coming for you, Mitch!

I must be dreaming.

I'm coming!

- Come on, baby!

- I can't wait to reach you.

Well, come and get me!

Oh!

- I must be dreaming.

- No.

- I'm not dreaming?

- No.

- Ah, this is nice, this is good.

- Oh, Mitch!

What can I do for you?

Where did you come from?

- What's the difference?

- I'll show you...

Hey, you want my heatseeking

moisture missile, don't you?

What a lovely treat

for a fine lad like meself!

What's wrong with me?

Why am I talking like that?

- Hey, rich kid!

- Loretta!

Eating up

all your winnings already!

Where's Tammy?

Have you seen her?

Ha! She's up in Mitch's office

getting her clock cleaned.

What?!

- Life's a b*tch, ain't it?

- Where's Mitch's office?

Third floor, room 318.

Elevator left, then a right.

Bon appetit!

That's the freak

that broke into my room!

Oh, yeah, baby!

Feeling sick?

Stubbed your toe?

Call this lawyer.

I'll fix your woe.

Agony is my business.

I'll fight for you!

Even you, Mitch!

Oh, excuse me...

You... did you hear

my name mentioned?

- No.

- Oh, good!

- Tammy! Are you all right?

- Stay away from me!

What happened?

What's wrong?

Nothing happened.

Nothing's wrong.

Just business as usual.

What did he do to you?

Tell me what he did!

It's what he tried

to do, okay?

It's not like this is the first time

this has happened to me.

It's just that this time,

along with everything else,

I got fired.

So let's just forget it.

No. I'm not gonna forget it.

And neither are you.

If we let him get away with it,

he'll do it again to somebody else.

And I don't know

about you,

but I'm not gonna

let that happen.

Praise the Lord!

And send in your money!

Otherwise, you're all doomed

to hellfire and damnation

for fornicating

with the devil's harlot.

Especially you, Mitch!

You're a prime offender!

- That just sounded like my name!

- No.

- No?

- No.

The signs point to

a tragedy about to happen.

Casino owner dies...

in a bed of lies.

Whoa!

- That was my name, right?

- Yes!

Oh, sh*t.

What the hell

is happening here?

No, no!

Get off of me!

Oh!

Where the hell is that a**hole?

Come on!

A dream,

this is a bad dream!

You'll get what's due

when I electrocute you!

Scott...

thank you.

- Mitch...

- Sir?

My God!

Oh, Scott!

Where's me shilling?

You again?

Now, me boyo,

it's time to cut you

down to size.

Who are you?

Let's get out of here!

Mitch, I want my money,

and I want my money now.

What the hell's

going on here?

You're in

a lot of trouble.

- Out of me way!

- Hey! Stay there.

I know you, you're that guy

from the craps table.

You know, you really should see

a dermatologist or something,

that's really bad.

Beauty is in the eye

of the beholder.

Ahhh!

That really hurt!

We dance.

Tell me, what was

Judy Garland really like?

(grunting)

They should have been willing

to give me me shilling.

But I've done well

by sending them to hell!

(laughter)

What are we gonna do?

He's a monster!

Nobody's gonna believe us

if we tell them what we've seen!

Oh!

Scott, what's wrong?

I don't know...

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