The Longest Yard Page #8

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Most unusual...

I don't know what they're doing,

it's silent as a church.

It looks more like a prayer meeting

than a huddle.

Whatever happens,

regardless of the outcome,

this has been one fantastic showing.

We've come too far together to stop now.

For Granny, for Nate,

for Caretaker, let's do it.

Mean Machine.

Mean Machine.

Mean Machine. Mean Machine.

Hold it down.

- Cool it.

Set.

Hut.

Thirty-six, thirty-five,

in favour of the Mean Machine.

Ladies and gentlemen,

like the fabled phoenix of old...

Mean Machine. Mean Machine.

Mean Machine. Mean Machine.

Mean Machine. Mean Machine.

Mean Machine. Mean Machine.

You know, you guys ain't half bad.

- You're right.

F*** you, boy.

Not today, boss.

History.

We stopped 'em. We are number one.

Where's your goddamn power theory now?

He's trying to escape.

Oh, sh*t.

- Officer.

Crewe.

- I'm talking to you.

Crewe.

He's trying to escape. Shoot him.

Crewe.

- You going to let him escape? Shoot.

Shoot him, you... Shoot him.

- Crewe.

Crewe.

- Kill him. Kill that son of a b*tch.

Shoot him.

Game ball.

Stick this in your trophy case.

I knew you could do it.

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