Look Who's Talking Too Page #7

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- Forget the news.

- I have a gut feeling you shouldn't fly!

- We don't need your gut feeling.

We got sophisticated instruments

that tell me exactly where I can go.

I got clearance

and I'm leaving, so go.

- I'm not leaving without you.

- Get out.

- I'm not leaving.

- Get out!

47 Poppa, due to adverse weather

we're cancelling all flights.

Do you read me, 47 Poppa?

Okay, that's 47 Poppa.

You can cancel our flight plan.

Roger, 47 Poppa.

So I guess this time

your feeling was right, huh?

Does that make you happy?

Jimmy, I love you.

I don't care anymore

if I'm right or wrong.

You do too, you liar.

Well, I sort of like being right.

But I do love you.

I love you too.

I got you! Attack!

It's coming through!

Bombs away!

A little napalm ought

to slow you down, colonel.

Thank God they left me

with a responsible adult.

I got you! I got you!

Charge! I got you!

Yes, you are my prisoner!

Okay, I give up.

I surrender. I surrender.

How about a little squirt

in the nostril?

Let me get the chicken.

This ain't over. This ain't over.

I'll get my troops together.

We'll be back.

Mikey, watch Julie, okay?

Why? Is she gonna do something

besides slobber?

Freeze! Okay, put the bag down.

Slow. Nobody's gonna get hurt.

Come on.

Put the bag down.

Sh*t.

Stop!

The kids are gonna be so excited.

- Who's watching them?

- Stuart.

Stuart! Oh, no.

What are you, nuts?

Everything'll be all right.

Holy cow!

Okay, stay calm.

Just get Uncle Stuart.

Uncle Stuart! Uncle Stuart!

Uncle Stuart!

Oh, great!

Stop that guy!

Hey, where's Mommy?

I don't know where Uncle Stuart is,

but we gotta get out.

This is too much hot stuff.

Mikey, this stuff is scary!

- It's okay, Julie.

- I'm afraid.

I'll take care of you. I don't know

where that bonehead Uncle Stuart is.

Now keep your hands in, Julie.

Don't touch anything.

What did you do that for?

I had him whipped.

- Did you want me to let him kill you?

- What?!

- Where are the kids?

- They're upstairs.

Oh, my God!

I'll take the stairs.

Okay, here we go.

I think we're safe.

- That was close.

- How did you get down here?

- We just walked.

- Technically, I was pushed.

- Call the fire department.

- Okay. Come on, baby.

"Turn, open and press. "

Yes! Yes!

I chased him down here.

We were going down some fire escape.

I chased him down. I jumped

on the guy and I sucker-punched him.

He is amazing, isn't he?

Stuart, let's get married!

Yeah!

You're lucky the fire didn't spread.

- Thank God I got that extinguisher.

- I got the fire extinguisher.

- I got the fire exting...

- No, I bought it.

Who left the kids with Stuart?

That was a pretty bonehead idea, huh?

Good answer.

I'm worried about you

barbecuing all the time.

- Will you relax?

- It's not good for the environment.

We just got one of these

brand-new outdoor electric stoves.

They don't do anything bad.

You're such a nudge.

I don't know how you put up with her.

Tune her out. Tune her out.

- I'm trying to educate you people!

- We're getting along fine.

Rona, how do you like

living with Stuart?

Mikey, okay.

You got me out of the hot stuff.

I don't get it.

Listen. You know,

hot stuff can be very bad for you.

It's especially not good for kids.

But I thought you hated me.

You're always mean to me and stuff.

Yeah, well, I do hate you

a lot of the time.

You drive me crazy, you bug me...

...you poke me in the eye,

but you're my sister.

It's my job to love you.

We gotta stick together.

The way I see it,

there's us and there's them.

Yeah, big ones don't make any sense.

You never know what

big ones are gonna do.

That's for sure.

That's why we have to stick together.

You and me.

You and me?

That's right. You and me.

We're the kids!

Yeah.

Oh, my tush hurts.

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