Mr. Popper's Penguins
POPPER SR. ON RADlO:
Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.
Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.
Tippytoe, come in. Are you there?
This is Tippytoe. Over.
Did you receive the souvenir package?
Over.
Package received. Over.
I wouIdn't know, kiddo,
because l'm in Marrakech.
Whoa!
This is the big one, buddy.
A dream come true.
We have been compromised. Over.
Kiss her for me!
This is Mama Bird. Over and out.
You, get to sleep.
Guess where l am now, pal. Romania!
(HlSSlNG)
Papua New Guinea.
Makes the old Guinea look like nothing.
Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.
l can reach now.
Wow! How long have l been gone?
Two months and 1 7 days.
Well, don't worry, because Samoa
is what we've been looking for.
This one is going to be my legacy.
Yeahbsolutely.
(CRACKLlNG)
(GARBLED) Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe.
Over.
Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.
Tippytoe to Bald Eagle. Over.
Come in. Are you there?
Hey, kiddo. l'm right on the verge
of something big here.
But l'm not going to make it home
for your birthday.
l'm really sorry,
but opportunities like this
are hard to find, Son.
(STATlC)
Opportunities like this
are hard to find, Franklin.
l'm about to bag a rare species
on this little expedition.
Fifteen F.A. R. That's a million absolute.
And a landmark building.
Don't thank me,
-Morning, Pippi.
-Mr. Popper.
Contract.
(SNlFFlNG)
l love the smell of toner in the morning.
That's the pertinent printout.
And the person we are purchasing
the property from is present.
Let's do it.
Mr. Popper for Mr. Gremmins.
And you are?
Pippi Peponopolis.
l'm Mr. Popper's personal assistant.
l process his paperwork
and l procure his periodicals.
She doesn't even know she's doing it.
-Pardon?
-Nothing.
You can go in.
Mr. Popper, sorry to waste your time,
but l've changed my mind.
l'm not going to sell.
POPPER:
l understand.Second thoughts
are as valid as first thoughts.
They just come later.
lt's just that this building is my last holding
and if l sell, then. . .
Then you're free, and that's a scary thing.
Hey, l get it.
Doing any sailing this year?
(SCOFFS)
Who has the time?
Yeah. My father sailed
around the world solo.
-Yeah.
-Lucky man.
Yeah, pulled a Hemingway.
Just him and the sea.
You know,
that's always been a dream of mine.
Oh ! (CHUCKLES) He had some stories.
Like that storm off the Horn of Africa.
-The Horn of Africa?
-Oh, yeah.
The sea was calm, the sailing smooth.
When, out of nowhere. . .
(EXCLAlMS)
Twenty-foot swells,
like a hammer punch to the prow.
Dad was a heck of a sailor,
but he'd never seen waves like this.
(BLOWlNG) Gale force winds
straight from the Devil's nostrils
whipped his ship like a rubber ducky.
The salt spray in his face
felt like a thousand needles.
And suddenly, the wind ripped
the mainsail off the mast.
He was doomed.
What did he do?
-What did he do?
-Yes.
He spun the wheel.
Hoisted the jib,
threaded the needle backwards.
And when he came out the other side. . .
Oh, my God !
Oh, my God !
-What?
-lt can't be. But it is.
What is it?
A blue whale.
(lMlTATlNG WHALE CRY)
Like a gentle giant,
the most majestic creature on Earth.
lt's so beautiful.
Can you see it?
His skin glistening in the sun.
A rainbow
in the spray of his mighty blowhole.
Oh, well. You will get out there,
someday.
Mmm.
Wait.
-(MEN LAUGHlNG)
-FRANKLlN:
Way to go, Popper.POPPER:
Hey, it's what l do.Gentlemen, what is the future
of Franklin, Reader & Yates?
A long, slow decline,
getting older and weaker
till it has that funny smell
and starts driving around all day
with the left-turn signal on?
Franklin?
Or will it be reborn
with vim, vigor and Viagratality?
l say we meet the future head-on.
Sexy!
Come on, guys. lt's time to commit.
lt's time to go above and Beyonc,
and put a ring on it.
Beyonc is a singer, Franklin.
She's a singer.
Named Beyonc!
Can he hear me?
FRANKLlN:
We had a feelingthis was coming, Popper.
We saw the marble slab in your office.
Oops.
Popper, there's no one more qualified
than you to take a seat at this table.
-FRANKLlN:
Don't sit just yet.-Okay.
There is one more prize
we would like you to get for us.
Name it, fellas.
Plaza Hotel? Empire State Building?
The Pentagon?
Tavern on the Green.
Tavern on the Green?
What's the matter, Popper?
Nothing. lt's just kind of a rundown place.
lt's the only privately held real estate
in Central Park.
We can build anything we want on it.
You mean, like,
wipe it off the face of the Earth?
Start over?
YATES:
Mmm-hmm.-lt would be like it never existed.
-READER:
ExactlyBut first you have got to get past
Selma Van Gundy.
She has gotten a thousand offers,
turned them all down.
FRANKLlN:
You've got one shot.l'm sorry, have we met? l'm Thom Popper.
l do deals like this in my sleep.
-AMANDA ON PHONE: HeIIo?
-POPPER:
Hey, Amanda, we're pulling up.-Can you make sure the kids are ready?
-Yeah.
Last time it took a while.
-Keep it running.
-Sure thing, Mr. Popper.
Thomas! Greetings.
Greetings, Rick,
and welcome to our planet.
Lately, we've been using the word, "Hi"
or a simple, "Sup?"
How are you?
No, really, Thomas, how are you?
Really, l'm good.
Please look away.
Okay, l will.
Hey, Popper!
l've been working on my power shot.
Let's see what you've got, tough guy.
Come on.
(GROANlNG)
Ooh ! Oh ! (LAUGHS)
Nice save.
-Hey, Popper.
-Greetings.
Did you say hi to Rick?
Yeah. Yeah, he hugged me three times.
l felt like an endangered sequoia.
Come on, we have only gone out
a couple of times.
He's a keeper.
There is nothing wrong
with a man who recycles.
l recycle. l turn decrepit old buildings
into shiny new ones.
Did l mention
he's also incredibly handsome?
Really?
Good to see your taste hasn't changed.
And thoughtful. And considerate.
-Where is your sister?
-She's having issues.
You know, Cooper Keegan?
(SOFTLY) Cooper Keegan.
(WHlSPERlNG) The love of her life!
Oh.
Hi ! Hey, look who's here.
Who's ready for a big weekend at Dad's?
(SlGHS)
She says she doesn't want to go
with you this weekend.
Maybe you should talk to her.
Yeahbsolutely.
What are we looking at?
95 pounds of C-4 explosives
on a hair trigger.
Make sure you clip
the right wire, otherwise. . .
Ba-boom !
You're in The Hurt Locker now, Popper.
Do you want to talk about it?
Come on.
What do you do if you like somebody,
but they don't like you back?
Janie,
you're a powerful woman,
you're an independent lady.
You don't even need a man, really.
Look at Martha Stewart.
She's rich and she sleeps with her dogs.
(SlGHS)
You are so warped !
l don't know why l thought
for one second l could talk to you.
-Janie. . .
-This is why l don't want to go.
He cut both wires.
Come on, it's our weekend.
(JANlE GROANS lN FRUSTRATlON)
-lt's going to be fun.
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