My Bodyguard
- PG
- Year:
- 1980
- 102 min
- 1,004 Views
Hang on a second.
Ah, the Compleat Angler.
Big day tomorrow.
Hi.
Hey, Cliffie, how you doing?
- Gettin' ready for school tomorrow?
- Yeah.
Listen, good luck.
I told him, "Hector,
"TV is a narcotic.
"It drains away your manhood
if you watch it all the time."
It's a drug.
Exactly.
A drug.
There he is, a young fellow,
only 67 years old,
already his eyes are
turning into headlights.
It got to where...
I practically had
to drag him to bed.
Well, that's
what busted us up.
Oh, hey...
these are the Dumpys
from Cincinnati.
Dunphys.
He makes those
cute "get well" cards.
She writes the verses.
You got any X-rated cards?
Not as yet, Mrs. Peache.
Oh.
Say, that looks delicious.
Why don't you
squeeze a little shot
of lemon in there...
a little zing to it.
Live a little, huh?
Now, where...
Oh, yeah.
Everything is under control.
Hi, Dad.
She has no access
to the room keys.
I can't do that.
She's my mother.
It was nothing more than
a misunderstanding.
Mm-hmm.
Griffith is not the manager
of this hotel.
I am. Trust me, okay?
405's done.
I'll finish 406 tomorrow.
Tomorrow? When?
After lunch.
That's too late.
You want miracles?
Hold on.
Marty, wait.
- She's not in the pump room.
- Oh, God.
I can't be everywhere.
I'm on my break.
- She's in the bar.
- Alone?
I'm outta here.
I got a union meeting.
I'll call you back, okay?
Bye.
Where is he?
As usual, we're operating
like a well-oiled machine.
Have time for dinner?
Come on.
Yes, Griffith.
Mr. Peache,
things are going badly.
The fourth floor is a disaster.
Mrs. Dunphy...
alleges that her husband was
propositioned by an elderly lady.
And we know who that was.
Senator Byrum has had
his suite double-booked.
Okay, I'll take care of
Mrs. Dunphy and the senator,
and you take care
of the fourth floor.
You, young man,
still have to eat.
I'll try and join you.
Okay?
Hello. Hello, miss.
Have you seen a...
You wouldn't be Mrs. Dunphy?
For crying out loud, you were
described so differently.
This is your father?
Bats!
Bats!
I'm sorry.
Did I scare you?
No. I saw you.
You did not, you little liar.
Nobody suspects a bat attack.
I saw it coming a mile off.
No, no.
Don't you strike a woman.
They're wrong.
Leave her before you strike her.
Put that pillow down.
That's it.
Ow!
Stop it.
All right, I quit.
You never take my advice.
Look what I got you.
A brand-new notebook,
a pack of paper,
and, uh... pens
and pencils and an eraser.
I always loved
opening day of school.
the stationery stores.
They smell so terrific.
Lumberyards, too.
And bookstores.
Yeah. Nothing smells
better than a new book.
Mother!
Mother.
Mother...
Mother.
How did you know
I was back there?
A little heavy
on theJungle Gardenia.
Ooh, that smell lured
1,000 men into my clutches.
Your clutches...
is precisely the subject
of tonight's sermon.
We've talked
about it many times.
I like the
"Thou shalt nots."
I don't own this hotel.
I manage it.
Where would it
be without you?
With a new manager.
Griffith watches me
like a vulture.
That greasy wimp.
He says you tried to pick up
some guy from Cincinnati.
A married man, Mom.
We were talking.
We had a few drinks.
It was perfectly innocent.
His wife was there all the time.
Okay.
Where do you
suggest we go
when they kick us out
of this hotel?
Well, the old actors home.
I'd be a resident.
You'd be a manager.
Cliff'd be a busboy.
I'll just retire.
You're going to school
and acting like a student.
I'll act like a hotel manager.
And, Mom?
Yes, Larry.
Try...
for God's sake,
to act your age.
- Are you going to act your age?
- I'll try.
I won't try. You try.
Give 'em hell, Champ.
Pick you up at 3:00.
[No Audible Dialogue]
[Bell Rings]
Excuse me.
Is 235 that way?
[Reply Inaudible]
[Students Chattering]
Good morning.
Would you please find a seat?
Hey, I'm sitting there.
Sorry.
Hello! Would you please find a seat?
Find one you like.
It will be your seat
the entire semester.
Uh, that's saved.
Would the young man
in the blue shirt
find a seat and sit in it?
Is this saved?
Feel under the desk.
You've got gum dating back
to Neanderthal times.
Really?
The gum's not the worst.
The boogers freak me out.
You get hepatitis
from the fresh ones.
Shelley, want to go out tonight?
Ask Moody.
Who's the new kid?
I don't know.
He's kind of little.
- Ask where he's from.
- You ask him.
Weren't you in
Mr. Sanford's class last year?
No. I'm new.
- My mistake. He is new.
- [Clattering]
Ladies and degenerates,
here's Moody!
Don't applaud.
Just throw money.
Aww.
I'm sure we're all thrilled
to have Mr. Moody among us
as we begin this great adventure
known as your sophomore year.
I saved a seat for you.
Thanks a lot.
Willie, take this seat.
You grew up over the summer, baby.
Where did you get this hair?
- K-mart.
- Heh heh heh. "K-mart."
What's so funny?
Mr. Moody, please find a seat.
This sucker swiped it from me.
- I was here first.
- Bullshit.
If you can't find a seat back here,
I'd be glad to have you
come sit up front with me.
Alan Blumenthal.
Cyndie Rush.
Move over to that seat.
Ricky Linderman...
Does anybody know if
Ricky Linderman is in school?
I hope not.
Who wants him?
Who's Linderman?
No one,
just the local mass murderer.
Does anybody know if
Ricky Linderman is in school or not?
Probably in New York climbing
Thank you, Mr. Moody.
Clifford...
P-E-A-C-H-E.
- Clifford, is that "Peach" or "Peachy"?
- "Peach."
Knew he was a fruit.
[Chuckles]
What did you say, Melvin?
- Melvin?
- Melvin?
I don't go by that no more, Clarice.
Fair enough, you call me Ms. Jump.
What shall we call you?
M. Big M.
I like that.
Is that "B.M." for short?
That kid's gonna get it.
You've got nerve, even if
you're not gonna live long.
You and me, we're gonna have
Right?
Right? Huh?
You know that was so dumb
what you said to Moody.
I never saw anybody
put him down before.
- I hope you get away with it.
- Hold this, will you?
Don't let him catch you in the
halls alone, or on the stairs either.
Hold it over the bowl.
Or especially in the bathrooms.
I never go to the bathroom here,
if I can help it.
- What do you do?
- Hold it in.
Stay away from liquids.
- That's ridiculous.
- You think so?
They say one kid got thrown out
a window. He's a vegetable now.
- That's dumb. Who told you that?
- Plenty of people.
Another guy had his eye kicked out.
Total gross-out.
- Never found the eyeball either.
- How are we doing here?
What do we got?
- You've done this before.
- Yeah.
- Did Moody do that?
- What?
Kick the guy's eye out.
I'm not saying he did,
and I'm not saying he didn't.
But you're better off
paying him protection money.
- You pay Moody protection?
- Shh!
You better believe it.
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