Lethal Weapon 3 Page #11

- Don't tell me to get out!

- Out! Out!

Okay, I'm going.

You're lucky your wife's here!

[Door slams]

Don't come crying to me if the...

Get out!

LEO:
Termites get...

TRISH:
No more!

Your friends.

Ten more years till Force retirement.

That's 3,650 days.

- Forty-nine.

- Oh, yeah.

[Trish screams]

[Both laugh]

ROGER:
I gotta improve my image.

[Roger whistles]

[Sighs]

Bye, Daddy!

[Car door slams]

Bye, baby.

[Motor hums]

[Riggs chuckles]

What are you smiling at?

Why weren't you at my party?

I knew you weren't going to retire.

I've been wrong about a couple of things

in my life, but I knew you wouldn't retire.

Well, I knew you couldn't stop smoking.

I'm smoking to forget

my dog-biscuit problem.

What "dog-biscuit problem"?

I've been chasing more cars lately...

...and when I try to lick my balls,

I keep falling off the couch.

Jesus Christ.

I'm driving. Other side.

I've got no dispute. I just came over

to open the door for you.

Thank you for opening it.

Do you need some help?

An old fella like you needs...

I'll show you how a fella my age is.

- Who's a grumpy bastard?

- I'm a grumpy bastard.

ROGER:
You know something?

RIGGS:
What?

When I do retire,

I hope your next partner is just like you.

There's winners and there's losers,

and God wouldn't do that to me.

He did it to me.

I know.

See what I mean?

My point, exactly.

Son of a b*tch!

ROGER:
Stay away from my daughter!

RIGGS:
You can't be serious?

What are you talking about?

ROGER:
I saw you kiss Rianne.

RIGGS:
She kissed me.

She finds me irresistible.

ROGER:
That's not the point!

RIGGS:
It was a platonic peck

on the cheek.

ROGER:
If it's just friendship,

try shaking hands next time.

RIGGS:
Are you getting enough fiber

in your diet?

ROGER:
I'm getting enough fiber!

RIGGS:
I'm spoken for, okay?

RIGGS:
I'm gonna pick Lorna up

from the hospital this afternoon.

RIGGS:
We're practically...

ROGER:
You're serious?

RIGGS:
We've got a dog and everything.

RIGGS:
I figure I can make ends meet.

DISPATCHER'S VOICE ON RADIO:

All units! All units! Code 2, High.

ROGER:
Don't even think about it.

Don't even try.

RIGGS:
This is us, rolling to Code 2, High,

at Verrina Place.

ROGER:
Sh*t. This time we wait

for the bomb squad.

RIGGS:
Do you think I want to end up

in uniform again?

DISPATCHER:
20-William-12, the REA

Bomb Squad's en route. All units.

BOMB SQUAD:
Those guys gonna

get in the way again?

ROGER:
There it is. Happy? Let's go.

RIGGS:
We ain't seen nothing yet, Rog.

RIGGS:
Get me closer.

ROGER:
It's roped off!

RIGGS:
Can't see

the bomb squad anywhere.

ROGER:
They're coming!

RIGGS:
Stop here and I'll just get out.

ROGER:
No, don't get out of the car, Riggs!

RIGGS:
Tell me,

was it the red wire or blue...

ROGER:
Let's get out of here.

RIGGS:
Step on the gas!

ROGER:
They'll never believe this!

RIGGS:
I hope nobody saw us.

ROGER:
They'll blame us.

RIGGS:
Let's keep cool. You'd better

get your girdle out of mothballs.

ROGER:
They'll say,

"Back in uniform again."

ROGER:
Ten more years of this!

RIGGS & ROGER:
I'm too old for this sh*t.

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