Rat Race Page #7
Simon, put that down.
You too. Back on the bus.
Come on, everyone!
We don't wanna miss dinner.
It's macaroni night!
We came in
the rocket car.
Oh, a rocket car. Let's hear
all about that on the bus.
All right,
so we can still win...
but we have
to leave now, all right?
- So, come on.
- Dad.
It's been a living hell.
Bev, it's-- it's $2 million.
That's a lifetime supply
of hummus.
Okay. Okay. Yeah.
I've been selfish.
I understand.
I'm sorry. Really.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I almost got us killed.
God!
- Hi, everybody. Miss me?
- Hey!
To show there's no hard feelings,
chocolate shakes all around.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm a little disappointed,
but I'm an adult.
we'll return the Nazi-mobile.
We'll get that van fixed, go back
to Vegas and see David Copperfield!
Yea! Okay,
drink up, buddy!
Is it good?
Drink it up, honey.
Oh, don't feel bad.
- It's not your fault.
- We'll tell the company.
We won't let them
fire you.
- I'm no bus driver.
- Don't say that.
No. I'm not.
I'm not a bus driver.
Oh, you mustn't be
so hard on yourself.
Hey, everybody, who's
the world's greatest bus driver?
Listen. Listen. No, no!
No! No! Shut up, you crazy
Lucy b*tches! Shut up!
I am not a bus driver!
I do not work for
the bus company! All right?
I needed a ride to New Mexico,
so I stole this uniform!
See this jacket?
This is not my jacket!
Remember Marty,
the bus driver?
This is his shirt!
I stole it!
And these pants, you think
I'd wear these pants?
These aren't my pants!
These are Marty's pants.
I stole them.
I am not a bus driver.
You're not
a real bus driver?
You lied to us!
He ruined
our whole vacation!
Here they come.
They're all within 50 miles.
It's the final lap.
Mr. Grisham.
Now, the airport's back on-line, so
I want you to take the Lear jet...
scoot on down to Silver City
and report from the finish line.
Yes, sir.
Yes!
Let's go back to Vegas.
Bev, Bev, wake--
Come on. Wake up. Wake up.
Bev, wake up. Wake up.
Third Reich's here. Come on.
Get down. You wanna
have a nice life.
Okay, okay. Think. Think.
SS in the parking lot.
Not good. Not good. Think.
Hi, honey.
- They gonna be all right?
- Yeah.
Friend, I don't
think there's room.
This one's little.
- Silver City. We're almost there.
Yeah! Go!
Where the f*** are we?
There were two guys
in there.
- Where'd they go?
- Hey!
Thanks for the truck, buddy!
- Yeah.
- Silver City.
Next stop, Silver City.
Silver City?
It is the finish line.
I made it. I made it!
The key.
Where is the key?
What have we-- Where is
the key, my little baby?
- Excuse me.
- Get away from him.
- I can feel it. It's very small.
- I'm calling the conductor!
- I have it! I got it!
Wait! Wait!
Come back! Don't leave me!
Come on! Come on, baby!
Giddyap!
Come on, baby.
Just one more mile.
Just one mile.
Come on!
Randy?
Hey, honey,
how'd you sleep?
- Pass. Pass him.
- I can't. We're too big.
There's Silver City.
We're here. Move!
They stopped.
They're moving. Look.
Come on, Dad! Let's go!
I can smell it.
Daisy, Daisy
Give meyouranswertrue
Daisy, Daisy
Hey! Hey!
Stop the bus! Stop the bus!
- We gotta get off!
- Ladies. You know the rules.
We're not crazy, lady.
We should've bought a squirrel.
We didn't buy a squirrel.
- That's why we took the rocket car.
- We can still win.
Open the door, or I'm gonna crush
you like a cockroach in the night.
Open the door!
Tell him! Tell him!
- Open the door.
- Thank you!
It's Pollini.
Enrico Pollini on a train.
- He just rolled into the station.
- Well, what do you know?
Rip Van Winkle
pulled it off.
You gotta love a long shot.
It's here. It's here.
- It's here.
- Here he comes.
- It's you.
- He's holding the key.
And he's going
to the locker.
Mr. Pollini, well done, sir.
And congratulations.
On behalf of Mr. Donald Sinclair,
the Venetian Hotel and Casino--
Mr. Grisham, is it over?
- Get out of the way!
- Open it!
He's sleeping.
Did I win?
Vicky.
You let go of this bag...
or I swear to God, I'll report
you to the escort service.
Mr. Grisham,
what's going on?
The hooker-- The hooker--
The hookeris taking the money.
- What hooker?
- Vicky. From the hotel.
- Pepto-Bismol?
- I told you to wait in the car.
- What the hell is she doing there?
- I brought her.
I'm sorry, Mr. Sinclair.
She said she liked me.
I'm beginning to think she was
only interested in the money!
- Come with me.
- I'll drive.
So long, suckers!
- The bus! The bus.
- Yes, I do.
- My God, what have I done?
Help! Somebody help me!
This thing's got
a mind of its own.
- Finders keepers, pal.
- That's mine.
I see it!
I see it! Relax!
It means it's a scratch.
Nobody wins.
I'll tell you what it means.
We're going into extra innings.
Carla, call the airport. Tell them
to get my other Lear ready.
Gordon, stay here and watch the
board. Tell us where they're going.
Gentlemen, grab your drinks.
- Is that it?
- That's it.
Thank the pilot.
Tell him to level off.
Who had Mr. Kimiche?
- It was me.
- Well done!
- Congratulations.
- Very good.
Keep going!
Come on!
There it is.
- Where is it?
- There it is.
Go!
- Get it! Get it!
- Grab that money!
Get it down!
Now, that is
one hell of an entrance.
It's Smash Mouth!
What's going on over here?
- What's this?
- Money.
Jesus, how much is this?
- Two million dollars.
- Two--
Two million--
Two million dollars, everybody!
Two million dollars!
On the bus,
and we decide
to share all the money.
They're gonna share
all the money, everybody!
Oh, man!
Get these guys some jackets.
Get these jack--
So what's the story, man? Are you
guys some kind of organization?
- What's going on?
- No, no. We just met this morning.
They just met
this morning, everybody!
Oh, my God!
I almost didn't come along,
but then I met Tracy and--
Well, great things
happen all at once.
Oh, this is beautiful, baby.
This is beautiful.
Great things happen,
I don't know.
Feed the earth, baby.
Feed the earth.
We're gonna check the tote board
now and see where we're at. Okay?
Come on, baby.
Let it roll. Come on, baby.
You don't understand.
Excuse me.
We work for Feed the Earth.
These are some
of our children.
I don't know who you people are
or where you came from...
but God bless you.
Tonight...
and their brothers and sisters
all over the world more than money.
You've given them back
their faith...
their faith
in the goodness of people.
She said, "You are just
like the 12 disciples."
Aw!
Aw!
Thank you.
Forget it.
All these other disciples can do
whatever they want with their share.
- But this money goes home with us.
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