Lethal Weapon 4 Page #8

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-I'll be behind you.

You picked a strange angel, honey.

But I got the message.

I got the message.

I'll always have this.

Always have you.

In here and here.

Thanks, honey.

I got to go. Bye.

I am not ready to have this baby!

You're as ready as you're going to be.

Fine! Just wheel me in.

My legs are staying closed!

Give me this!

Ma'am, let go!

I am a police officer!

And I am not ready!

Are you all right?

-Are you the husband?

-Yes.

Honey, are you all right?

No, I'm not.

I said I didn't want

to get married, but I do.

I want to be a wife

before I'm a mother.

I know you don't want to.

-You said "okay"?

-Yes, I did. Okay.

Let's do it.

He said okay.

-Congratulations.

-He said okay, Leo.

Oh, my God!

What's that smell?

I was on my way to the toilet

and she grabbed me.

-I'm so sorry.

-Have a nice baby!

I'm so sorry.

Will you marry me?

You bet I will.

Let's go.

I'm not going! Wait!

-Get a minister.

-Now?

Now. We're getting married.

Here comes another one.

We need a license...

I want to hear it

before the baby comes!

It's coming now.

Listen, I am getting married

or there is no baby.

This could be an aspect

of a transition phase.

This is no goddamn aspect

of a transition phase!

Honey, everybody, calm down.

Calm down. Okay?

Get a priest, minister, anything.

Go get a priest!

Goddamn it, Leo!

I got it. Okay.

Pant, pant, blow.

Remember Lamaze class?

Pant, blow. Come on!

But I want to say "I do. "

Here he is!

This is Rabbi Gelb.

A rabbi?

You said anything.

He'll do.

For what I'll do?

We'd like you to marry us.

Please.

-You're Jewish?

-Not necessarily.

-You got a license?

-No.

Please don't go!

She needs to hear the words

before the baby comes.

Are you both serious?

I don't have time for hijinks.

We're very serious.

I could do it.

It wouldn't be official.

I just want to hear the words.

What the hell! Your names?

I'm Martin and this is Lorna.

Martin and Lorna.

What am I doing?

How do the goyim do this?

Dearly beloved!

Dearly beloved,

marriage is a spiritual union....

Faster!

She's heading for the home stretch.

Martin, will you take

Lorna to be your wife?

Will you honor, love, etc...

-...till death do you part?

-I will.

Lorna, will you take Martin

to be your husband?

-I do.

-The same thing.

I pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

You already did.

-Let's go.

-No, wait!

Hold it!

What is it?

Let me have this glass!

No, goddamn it!

What are you doing?!

Talk to the hand!

I'll be right back.

You know how long it took me

to fill that thing? All day!

This is unsanitary.

What is this?

-Break the glass.

-I'll get piss on my shoes!

You got to do this!

Mazel tov !

Come back here, you little son of a b*tch!

Pant, pant, blow.

Leo, please.

Your work is over here.

I think someone else needs you.

Good luck, Lorna, Riggs.

Thanks a lot.

Stick around.

Meet the kid.

Good luck, Lorna!

Here it comes.

Here he is.

He's looking right at you.

He knows it's you.

Rog, look what I found.

-Look at that.

-What a beauty!

Look at those eyes!

-He looks like his mother.

-Yes, he does.

Murtaugh!

No, Butters!

Butters' baby.

Better not be Murtaugh.

It's Butters.

Look at that baby.

Look at the hair.

That's my baby!

Look at her. You're so cute.

Look at you!

of bringing a camera?

Leo, your plastic's flaccid.

These machines wreck your plastic,

then give you the camera.

The camera doesn't work.

They're trying to...

What are you doing here?

Look at these two babies.

A little something from the squad.

-Give back the captain badges.

-Why?

Congratulations, you're sergeants again.

The city's self-insured.

I thought they'd make us president.

By the way, Grandpa,

you owe the chief one.

He went to the INS...

...and they're giving asylum

to the Hongs.

All right!

We're going to take a picture.

Squeeze together.

Candy stripers out.

Out! Okay. Out!

I can't.

There's not enough room.

You got to back up.

I'm taking big steps!

Get this guy to take it.

Doc, can you take a picture

of all of us?

It's my best man, after all.

Get my grandbaby in it too.

Are you all friends?

No. We're family!

Okay, on 3.

One, two, three!

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