Meatballs 4 Page #7

leg injury.

You sure about this, Ricky?

I was born sure. Hit it.

Okay, here goes.

One.

Two.

Three. Yes!

Incredible!

Ricky Wade has completed

the triple hinge.

Only the second man

to ever do it.

Unbelievable.

Now let's check

the all-important scores.

Three perfect 10s.

Lakeside wins.

Lakeside wins. Lakeside wins.

No. No. No!

You bumbling idiots.

You're fired.

(SCREAMING)

Hey, Nunzio, let's go back

to the relocation program.

Yeah.

(ALL CHEERING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING

ON STEREO)

(HORN BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

On time?

Eight seconds late.

Oh, crap.

I got to get this baby tuned.

Hey guys, see you. It was fun.

Bye, bye.

GIRL:
See you later.

BOY:
Drop me a line.

Take care. Wes. Howie.

Howie.

I had a good time.

Thanks, Jennifer.

I'll catch you inside. Okay, man.

See you in a minute.

Well, these things

definitely aren't easy.

I want you to know that I really learned

a lot about myself because of you.

I want to say thanks.

Hey, take care, guys.

Bye. Take care.

You got a little something...

Well, I guess

this is my cue, huh?

Yeah. All right.

Okay.

Bye.

Hey, Jennifer.

12-plus, huh?

See you later.

See you next year.

Howie!

Bye. Bye. Take care, you.

I'm gonna really

miss you folks.

Neil, some day I want to be able

to bring my kids to your camp.

You do that, son.

It'll be here.

Jennifer. Goodbye, Victor.

I hope you had fun.

Thanks.

Oh, Victor. Bye-bye.

Do you like my hair?

You look terrific.

I think I'm gonna

miss you most of all, Ricky.

Gosh. I suddenly feel

like I'm in The Wizard of Oz.

Take care, Thigpen. Okay,

no tongue, no tongue.

Now get out of here. Come on.

Get out of here. Go.

Bye, Victor.

Bye, Victor.

Bye, Vic. Hey, Victor,

where's your clothes, man?

Victor, wait. Wait for me.

Victor, I'll get us

some good seats, okay?

WADE:
Hey. Hey!

Hey, Ricky. You think

my mom's gonna like her?

I don't know,

but your dad's gonna love her.

KELLY:
Bye-bye. Bye.

Well, another summer

has come and gone.

But, you know, I have a feeling next

summer is going to be even better.

Don't worry, Neil,

I can guarantee it.

Leave. The movie is over.

Go home. The movie is over.

You paid your money. You saw

the movie. Now go home.

Oh, I got it. You're watching a

video. Okay, push "stop" now.

Better yet, push "rewind." That

way you save the 50 cents.

Look, this isn't working.

Some movie star you are.

I was in Goonies.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

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