National Lampoon's Gold Diggers
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2003
- 90 min
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George Calvin Menhoffer:
All we evervvanted was love.
Oh, and sex.
And money.
Money first, then sex, and then love.
Orvvas it love and then
sex and then money?
No, no. Definitely money first.
I was conceived in Las Vegas, Nevada.
In less than two hours
Consummated, and
ended their relationship.
mainstage of the pussycat club,
Mom's water broke,
And with awhoosh, I was born.
That's me, George Calvin Menhoffer.
Cal for short.
My best friend's parents
met at this drive-in theater.
It's nowa Starbucks.
We think it was in this public bathroom
Inside this filthy stall,
Where sperm met egg
And little Leonard Smallwood came to be.
He's so cute you just
want to shmoosh him.
Here's the orphanage where
Lenny and I grewup together.
It's nowa Starbucks.
That's me and Len around age six,
And that's old sister Mary.
Ugh...what aface.
At 16 we hit the road in
search of the American dream.
Big bucks, cool parties,
fast oars, and women.
More specifically, that woman.
Oh, you won't believe the things I'll do
be cruel to a couple of orphans--
Road kill crew, Norman, Oklahoma.
Sanitation engineers,
Kansas City, Kansas.
Minimum wage and
all-you-can-eat salad bar.
Human shark bait, P.T. Cartwrighfs
freak showand circus.
Wabash, Indiana.
Those freaks, uh, good people.
After seven years,
the American dream
Was nowhere in sight.
But things were about to change.
Destiny led us west to the
dream capital of the world--
South central Los Angeles.
Broke, desperate, and starving,
I came up with an ingenious, flawless
Brilliant plan
that would ultimately
change our lives forever.
I don't knowabout this, Cal.
If you wanna buy food, Len,
you gotta have money.
Ifsjust the way society works today.
But we've never done
anything like this before.
I'm sick of working for
minimum wage, man.
We're bustin'our asses
and gettin'nowhere.
Riding public transportation
with a bunch of pathetic losers.
No offense.
I like your hat.
Don't worry, buddy.
I got big plans for us.
You gottatrust me, okay?
I'm with ya all the way, Cal.
I'm tellin'ya, man.
Our luck is about to change.
We are this close to having our
share of the American dream
And all the goodies
that go along with it.
Does that include fries?
Damn straight, buddy.
Think of today, this very moment
ls our-first step straight to the top.
And let's never-forget what
sister Mary used to tell us--
Take this, you little piece of sh*t?
Such an unhappy woman.
You know what, though?
We're gonna showher.
Success is the best revenge.
You're a genius, Cal.
I know, buddy. I know.
Hello.
Here we go.
She looks nice, I guess.
Come on. Once you get
through this first one,
the next one's gonna
be easy, all right?
It's gonna be like taking
candy from a baby, Len.
Let's do this on three, okay?
All right.
One.
Go. Just go.
(slowmotion) what the...?
' Got it!
' Got it!
Oh...
Oh, my god!
Woman:
that man took my arm!Somebody stop him!
Somebody help! He got my arm!
(stuttering) I'm sorry.
L--I'm sorry.
[ail
I can't believe you stole my arm!
And you're gonna... I gave it back!
I can't believe you!
Hang in there, Len. I'm 0omin'!
Don't hurt him! He'sjust a boy!
Aah!
Hey, Steve.
Open gate one.
See ya, Marty.
Oh...
An amputee! W-what are the odds?
Every day with the amputee.
I keep telling you
it's a million to one.
Come on, we gotta get
our act together, man.
No more screw-ups.
We're bright guys, you and me.
Back at the orphanage,
Sister Mary always
said to turn to the lord,
And he'd have all the answers.
Yes...
What would god tell a couple of
entrepreneurs like you and me to do?
That's far enough, ladies!
Aah!
Hey! Hey!
The bags, mama!
Hand over the bags, or
we'll blow your heads off!
The bags! You ol'bags!
I think they might be deaf, Mordecai.
Wait a minute. You're not Jewish.
Don't make me pop
a cap in your ass.
'Cause I vill. I'll pop za cap
Right up in the ass!
Now, hand over
that bag, you ol'bag!
Oh, god!
I'm blind!
I'm a loser.
Yes, sir, afool.
that's what I am, Lenny.
A pathetic fool.
So two old ladies got the better ofus.
Life can't get anymore
humiliating than that.
Yeah, well. You got a point there.
Hey. ..buddy...
Why don't you take a
picture. It'll last longer.
We were robbed, uncle Walt.
Yesterday.
After leaving the bank,
begging for money.
We could've been killed!
Can you begin to imagine
Howdepressing that is?
We're gonna lose our home, you nut!
You know what I love?
The smell of Nazi fear.
That magnificent aroma--
like daisies.
Only putrid.
Where's our money, uncle Walt?
June 6, 1944, d day.
Bombs exploding all around!
Nazis dropping like flies.
God, I wish I was there!
It's syphilis, I'm telling you.
It's advanced syphilis.
What's the stupid meeting about?
I'm a busy man, dammit!
Our money, our inheritance.
We have nothing left, uncle Walt!
Forget about it already.
It's gone. Long gone. All of it.
I wanna see what's
in that safe of yours!
Jesus, I love the word shrapnel.
Howcould daddy put
this deranged lunatic
In control ofourtrust?
You're destroying us, uncle Walt!
The battle of the bulge, Doris.
Ever hear of it?
I missed it by this much.
Patten, that son of a b*tch,
kept me in Newark
Distributing how to
avoid V.D. Pamphlets.
You're a sick, twisted freak!
A liar, and athief!
And you're mean.
Howdare you insult
aworld war ii veteran?
Who almost died for his
country ifhe would've fought.
Howmany times is someone
Gonna point a gun at me this week?
You'll pay forthis,
you son of a b*tch!
Yeah. that's what Hitler said.
Look where he is now--
Burnt up to his ass!
He needs so much therapy.
We're gonnawind up in one of
those state-run nursing homes
With one of those sadistic nurses
Giving us high colonicsjust for laughs.
Couldn't we take out
a second on the house?
We already took out a
second, athird, afourth.
Really?
I should've married Bruce
when I had the chance,
And you should've married Julian.
They were 93y-
We never should've
introduced them to each other.
I don't wanna end up in
one of those homes, Betty.
Who does?
Let's go home.
Stop!
Oh, god, did I hit another oat?
I've got it.
What?
The answerto all our problems.
Hey!
Which one of you scumbags
is Menhoffer and Smallwood?
Looks like your
luck's about to change.
We're being transferred
to a mental institution?
were dropped this morning.
ladies you guys tried to murder--
they left you this.
Did hejust say murder?
Oh...take awhiff, Len. Take awhiff.
Mmm. Smells like paper.
What's it say?
Oh, man...
Oh, mama...
You're not gonna believe this!
Lenny...
Say your good-byes to
these pathetic losers
'cause they just got cheated
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