McHale's Navy Page #7
- PG
- Year:
- 1997
- 108 min
- 456 Views
Wait a minute. I am a bettin' man.
I'm gonna bet on me, and
Everything's
gonna be okay, kid.
All right?
Now, listen.
I need to go take a shower.
So you know what that means?
Don't ush. That's right.
Major, everything seems
to be on schedule,
uh, except
for the core cylinder.
And where is it?
They promised it soon.
-The plane! The plane!
-Don't shoot.
It's one of ours.
Aaah!
Our new cylinder has arrived.
-And look! There's a note.
-Yes?
Dear Vladakov,
"We are not very happy,
you lying sack of--"
Brilliance, intestinal fortitude,
exibility in crisis...
a-and tolerance?
I've just flashed upon a happier time.
[ Both Chuckling ]
I would run.
Schnell! Schnell!
Hey, Skip. It's Cobra.
McHale, our operatives
have discovered...
that Vladakov plans
to destroy the Pentagon.
It must be 'cause they're havin' that
world conference on terrorism this week.
Right. And the President's gonna be there
along with heads of 27 other countries.
Boy, he wants to be
number one real bad.
He's a loose cannon and he knows
how we operate. Be careful.
We will, sir. I've got a great crew
and we've got the equipment we need.
We're gonna be ready
to go in about an hour.
-McHale.
-Hey, I thought you killed that guy.
[ Grunting ] [ Pistol Firing ]
-Ow!
-Did I get him?
[ Whimpering, Groaning ]
Not quite, sir.
[ Door Closes ]
-So, is this gonna work?
-I hope so.
Don't let that idiot
Binghampton get in your way.
He's too busy gettin' in his own way, sir.
- Hey, you still stockin' that good cognac?
- Yeah. Why?
Because when I get down there this
afternoon with the SEAL team...
we'll need somethin' to
toast with when it's all over.
- All right, then.
- We'll talk soon.
Aye-aye.
[ Klaxon ]
-Major! Major! Hurry!
-If you ever dare to intrude upon my shower again,
I shall make sure that
your death will be slow,
public and require at least
six separate coffins.
Do you understand?
Wait a minute. Aren't you the
one I told to alert me...
when the time was growing near, so
that I would not miss the big moment?
Well, then.
I'm... sorry.
[ Snickers ]
No problem.
[ Door Closes ]
[ Laughing ]
[ Parker ]
Ladies and gentlemen, and now it's time
To say good evening to my old pal, Happy
[ McHale ] Yeah! Happy!
Happy, now I see
you're all dressed up.
-Now, is this for the party or for a court appearance?
-A little lower.
- [ Laughter ]
- How do you guys find a date?
Mom, I wanna date
my sister
[ Laughter ] No, but seriously,
-you know, Happy, I have a girlfriend
-McHale.
Hey, Carpenter.
What brings you here?
Well, I came to tell you that
I've come to the conclusion...
that Binghampton is an idiot.
But... what are you doing?
Well, we're havin'
a Save the World" party.
Come here.
-How's it iookin', Willie?
-Uh, just lockin' in now. Wish me luck.
Wish you luck? I'm the one who
has to get up there onstage.
-How much time we got?
-Ninety seconds.
Ninety seconds.
Wait right here.
-How long?
-Seventy-five seconds, sir.
-Where's your dinghy, sailor?
-Why, it's where it always is, sir.
Is it hooked up to the masthead?
No, that was just like---
McHale, what is going on?
Vladakov's trying to steal
satellite codes...
so he can launch a missile that
could kill a lot of people.
-Go on.
-So we got all this stuff...
so we could jam his link
to the satellite.
Hopefully, this show will be the
only transmission he receives.
-But why the comedy club? Why all this stuff?
-Look at these people.
A few days ago, they got their
village burned to the ground
but they're here
That's what I love about
these guys-- their strength.
That's why I do my best
to protect 'em.
-Uh, Skip? It's time.
-Okay.
Be right back.
[ Applause ]
Starting countdown at 20..
19, 18, 17, 16
15,14,13,12,11--
[ Beeping ]
- Six, five
- Four, three
[ Beeping ]
NOW!
Buenos noches,
mujeres y caballeros!
-And welcome to McHa-Ha-Hale's Mambo Party!
-What is this?
I'm not sure, sir.
[ Laughter, Applause ]
[ Mambo ]
So let's get the show
r-r-r-r-r-rolling!
Our first performer-
ya know him, ya love him.
He's the hardest-working
smuggler on the black market.
Give it up for Quinton McHale!
[ Mambo ]
Thank you, Ensign Parker.
It's good to see ya
back in men's clothing.
McHale!
[ Laughing ]
I'm supposed to tell you about
"Stolen Vodka Surprise."
We stole Vladakov's vodka.
[ All ] Surprise!
So this guy comes up to me and he says,
You know you shouldn't smoke.
We are in a new era.
If we do not devise some
greater and more equitable--
- Anybody here from San Felipe?
Okay, come on.
You're embarrassing me.
And I've got a very special
guest here tonight.
Let's show a little respect for
Lieutenant Penelope Carpenter.
[ Applause, Cheering ]
Now, let's give her big San Moreno welcome! Yes!
Yeah!
- This guy goes to this house of ill repute-
- I'm sorry.
I-I don't know what
has happened.
I can't seem to stop
the transmission.
How is this possible?
You have to fix this!
This is horrible!
Oh, I don't know.
I thought the black guy was pretty good.
[ Groans ]
I mean, compared to the fat white guy.
You don't really want
to shoot me, do you?
- [ Grunting ]
- Mm-mmm.
- You!
- [ Shrieks ]
[ Man Groaning ]
[ Straining ]
Here. Your lunch.
- Thank you.
- No problem.
Oh, my God.
[ Sighs ]
A completely unmotivated,
random killing.
All right, now I'd like to introduce
you to the Amazing Christy.
[ Cheering ] it's amazing what
he can do with an I.Q. of 40.
[ Laughter, Applause ]
-What do you do for a living? Are you an astronaut?
-Hey. Let's talk.
Come on.
Knock it off, Virgil This
is harder than it looks.
what Vladakov's really up to.
If he just wanted to steal satellite codes,
he wouldn't go about it in this way.
He was a double agent
under Noriega,
and Cobra and I lost the chance to put
him away for good during the invasion.
Unfortunately, intelligence underestimated
the size of Noriega's security force...
and didn't give you
enough backup.
-Yeah.
-I did my thesis...
on the Panama action
while I was at the Academy.
That's good. Have a seat.
[ Chuckles ]
That's right. You were the first
female through the Academy.
-Yes, sir.
-Boy, you put up with a lot of crap.
True.
But I really didn't have
another option.
I love the Navy.
Why'd you quit
the Navy, Quinton?
Well, Penelope,
I quit the Navy...
'cause I got tired of comin'
home from missions
and havin' another Binghampton
waitin' to give me orders.
-Have I mentioned I don't like that guy?
-Yes, which is why I came.
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