The Adventures of Pluto Nash Page #7

Don't aim at me, he's Nash! Shoot him!

He's not me, I'm me!

He's him! Shoot him!

Boss, which one is you?

Pluto?

He's the one in the rented tuxedo!

Rex!

Boss?

- It's him!

- This piece of sh*t belongs to him!

Now shoot him!

No!

- What's the matter with you guys?

- It was hairy there for a minute.

Hairy for you?

Get the hell out of here! Get out!

Hairy, my ass.

You sing, don't you?

You're a singer, right? I got a job for you.

Just kill me and get it over with.

You're going to work, but not singing.

Waiting tables, six nights a week.

If you're lucky and save your tips,

maybe you'll get back to Utah.

Pluto.

I didn't scare you, did I? You all right?

Boss!

I was hoping it was you.

Never leave home

without an undershirt, right?

Isn't that what you always say?

Never leave home without an undershirt.

That's rule number one.

- I agree!

- Boss!

Craps, you lose!

For the grand reopening of Club Pluto...

...please welcome Miss Dina Lake!

Pluto!

Pluto, baby!

Fantastic club! Great joint, baby.

Thanks a lot. Let me say

that the Mrs. Francis'...

...are looking lovely tonight.

- Thank you, Pluto.

- Have a good time.

- All right, baby.

Did I tell you ladies how I got Pluto

started in the business?

Tell us, Tony.

What about a ham sandwich

without the cheese?

- How much would that be?

- Free!

Felix Laranga's money is no good here.

Knock yourself out, whatever you want.

Thanks, Pluto!

Pluto Nash, I love that man!

Honey, I tell you what: Eight steaks,

a crate of lobsters, shrimp cocktail...

...onion rings, fries, a doggy bag to go...

How is it going with you and Babette?

Me and Babette?

I don't think it's gonna happen.

I found out that I'm 110 volts

and she's a 220.

Go to the hardware store

and get an adapter.

No. That just ruins it for me.

I guess it wasn't meant to be, huh?

Bruno, you see my new bodyguard

running around here?

- New bodyguard?

- I bought a '78, fully loaded, out the door.

- Shall I begin disassembling myself?

- Don't do that.

If you do that, how will you manage

my club in 500 pieces?

Manage? But no robot

has ever been in management.

- You want the job or not?

- Boss!

Oh, thank you, boss!

You're the best boss on the whole Moon!

You almost broke my ribs.

Pull up a chair. Let's sit back

and celebrate and enjoy the party.

Sorry, no can do. We've got a pile of bills,

the payroll is tomorrow.

We need a new doorman

and we're low on shrimp.

I'm swamped!

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