Supergirl Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1984
- 105 min
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Subtle.
I want to see Selena.
She's indisposed
at the moment.
Whoever it is,
we don't want any.
It's Nigel and
he's not going away
until he talks to you.
What the devil do you want?
I want to make
a very serious proposal.
In that outfit?
This is a leisure suit.
I've got three days off
at Midvale
and I intend to let
my hair down.
Uh-oh.
That ball will not operate
at it's fullest
until you internalize
your power, Selena.
Some mosaic invocations.
- Some what?
- Come again?
Exactly, that's my point.
You girls are rank amateurs
playing with fire.
Because we own the matches.
I, of all people,
know a hustle when I hear one.
Now, goodbye, Nigel.
- It was nice talking to you.
- No, it wasn't.
I hate to seem pushy,
my fairest of the fair but...
A word of advice, Nigel.
If I had your skin problems,
I'd stop bothering people,
put a bag over my head,
and go live under a bridge!
Ouch!
There's nothing wrong
with my skin.
That b*tch.
You know, some people.
Where is he?
Where is he?
Where is he?
Whoever he sees first,
he'll love with all his heart.
What?
For a day tops, right?
He was too young
for you anyway, you know.
No, I do not know.
Where is he?
Hey, I know that guy.
- Oh, the cable's out.
- Oh, what cable?
This is a mirror.
So, how come we could...
...ever see him in it?
That was magic, dammit.
The power.
Oh, so make it happen again,
you know?
I...can't make it happen again.
I don't know how I did it.
Oh.
Maybe, you should let
that thing out of it's box.
Maybe, it's more powerful
if you let it out of it's box.
- The box.
- The box.
- Where is it?
- The box?
It's underneath the rug,
where you left it.
Go ahead.
It's stuck.
This is not my day.
It's stuck?
How could it be stuck?
It's growing.
How could it be growing?
It's made out of lead.
Oh.
Too bad, there's no sound.
How come there's no sound?
Get off the road, turkey!
Hey, dummy,
you wanna die?
Smoking, stupid?
You wanna kill yourself?
She saw a lawyer,
and now she's gonna file.
I told her to take him for
every cent, clean him out.
- Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.
Here you go, everybody.
- Yeah, here.
- Thanks.
- Some French fries?
Chicken for myself.
Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Side order tomatoes?
Thanks for inviting me,
Lucy.
I'm glad you could come,
Jimmy.
- You want a root beer?
- Yeah, thanks.
Oh, there's Linda.
Hey, Linda!
- Hi.
- Oh, hello.
That's Clark Kent's cousin?
Who's Clark Kent?
Is that Linda?
- Guess what.
- What?
There's this all-night party
tonight at Eddie's.
He's the guy
with the tattoo.
His folks are out of town.
And the guy with the bow tie,
that's Jimmy.
So, you wanna come?
I don't know. I'm not
signed out for an overnight.
So what? Go back, sign in
and climb out the window.
Mrs. Murphy's drunk
as a skunk by now.
Totally on another planet.
Oh, I don't know.
It just doesn't seem right.
But that's why
it'll be fun.
- Okay?
- Okay.
Get off the road, buddy.
Hey, stupid.
Look at that dingleberry.
What's a dingleberry?
Hey, you, space cadet!
Get out of the street!
- What is wrong with him?
- I don't know.
He's probably on drugs.
And he's gonna get creamed
if he's not too careful.
- Hi. Jimmy Olsen, photographer.
- Oh, I-I'm Kara.
- Who?
- Who?
Oh, I'm...
...concerned.
Well, that if
we don't do something.
You go out there, try to help
a guy like that and he's
probably got a gun
or a knife.
It's not too safe.
Hey, I'm starving.
Let's eat.
Come on, Linda.
Power of shadow.
Bring him to me.
Whoa.
Look at that.
Hey, get out.
Look out.
Watch out.
My car!
You've never seen a tattoo
before, Linda?
- Look!
- What's that?
There's somebody hanging
out of it.
Doesn't look like
there's anybody driving.
Oh, my God.
It's a runaway.
- Somebody's gotta do something.
- Hey, what's she doing?
Lucy, be careful.
Lucy!
- Come on.
- Lucy!
God, there's the pump?
She's still in there.
- Oh, excuse me. I'm in a rush.
- I know the feeling.
Are you okay?
It's gasoline!
It's gasoline!
- Hey, look at that.
- What?
A storm dragon?
A Supergirl.
Oh, my God!
Don't. Don't look at her.
You're gonna be alright.
There's no broken bones.
I love you.
What did he say?
What did he say?
Looked like
"I love you", to me.
No! No!
You love me?
With all my heart,
forever.
A bird of free
and careless wing
was I through many
a smiling spring.
The cold repulse,
the look askance.
The lightning of
love's angry glance, stay.
Let me behold you.
I-I have to go.
Oh, I-I have to go.
Everything's under control.
Lucy!
Just go on,
back to your homes.
Lucy.
- Oh.
- Thank God.
- You alright?
- I think so.
I hit my head.
Nigel must know her.
She must be one of his students.
He must have put her up to it.
No. I don't think that at all.
Oh, she just happened
to be in the wrong place
at the wrong time, right?
Materializing
in a bulldozer, huh?
I don't know why you care
what she does, anyway.
Because nobody
gets in my way.
Why don't you just leave
this poor kid alone
other one that flies?
It's my job. Stand back.
Oh, come on now.
She's just a teenager.
What good is a sword
if it's not unleashed?
But she's a total zero.
You don't even know her name.
The naming of names
is not necessary.
Let us concentrate
on her face.
And my Shadow
will do the rest.
Your what?
Power of Shadow...
...take shape.
Look like a
vicious dark star.
Seek out, that
wretched young creature.
And destroy her
wherever she...
...are.
Oh, God.
That's awful.
That's never
gonna work.
Oh, my God!
I'm scared.
Next time...
...remind me to
do this outside.
Leave this place
and do no harm.
There she is again.
What did she say?
No, this is not possible.
This is not right.
Where's the wimp?
Ah!
Argh!
Argh!
I think he can
take care of her.
Ah!
Argh!
See?
What did I tell you?
She quit, right?
Wrong.
Every time!
Every time!
Send a man to do a woman's job
and that's what you get.
Damn her eyes.
Who is she?
- Are you asking me?
- I'm telling you.
Find out!
Well, sure. But, you know,
I think I recognize the costume.
Leave him alone. Let him.
Where have you been?
- Outside...
- Look at you.
Look at those clothes.
Oh, I'll go change.
I-I'm sorry.
And you'll put on
And get out of that
ridiculous costume.
Yes, ma'am.
- And cover your legs.
- Yes, ma'am.
Don't you
"yes, ma'am" me.
No, ma'am.
I think you're blowing
this thing out of proportion
if you want my opinion.
Oh, no. This box is
definitely getting bigger...
...and uglier.
All I'm saying is
you can't go nuts
over a landscape guy and a
teenager in a blue suit.
She flies.
Can you get that through
your thick skull
and into your
tiny brain, Bianca?
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