The Naked Gun 2 and a Half: The Smell of Fear Page #6

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Thanks a lot.

- Are you all right?

- I'm fine. Are you OK?

Yes, but unless we can disarm

this computer, the building will blow.

We must warn everyone.

- Jane, you'd better go.

- No, Frank. I'm staying here with you.

But Jane...

If you're going to be blown to bits,

I want to be here with you.

Jane, I promise you

that if we ever come out of this alive,

I'll never let my police work

interfere with our love again.

Frank. Frank!

The bomb.

Let's go, Nordberg.

Four minutes to detonation.

- What are we going to do?

- See what you can find in the manual.

Let me see here..."To reset

detonation code, press pound sign."

Per your command, the speed

of this sequence has been increased.

Detonation now in two minutes.

So instead of spending

2.5 billion dollars

on research

into nuclear waste disposal,

the Federal Government,

for only 500 million dollars,

or the cost of one B-1 bomber,

could reduce the price

of solar panels by 90%.

As Albert Einstein once said...

Wake up, wake up!

Wake up, the place is going to blow!

I'll get the lights.

To elaborate on point 102...

Here, read this. It's an emergency.

"His strong, manly hands

"probed every crevice

of her silken femininity,

"their undulating bodies

writhing in a sensual rhythm

"as he thrust his purple-headed warrior

"into her quivering mound

of love pudding."

Listen up, everyone. I want you

to calmly file towards the exits.

That's it. Nobody run.

Just walk, single file.

That's it. If we'll just stay calm,

no one will be harmed by the huge bomb

that's going to explode.

It's a cookbook, it's a cookbook!

Twenty seconds to detonation.

- What are you going to do?

- 15 seconds.

- It's got my sleeve!

- Oh, no!

10, 9, 8...

- I can't get it.

- Jane, my jacket!

5, 4, 3...

- ... 2, 1...

- Let's get out!

Frank, look!

You did it!

Thank you,

Mr. President, for those kind words,

but it's all part of the job.

Frank, I'd like you to consider filling

a special post I'm going to create.

It may mean long hours,

dangerous nights,

and being surrounded by some of

the scummiest elements in our society.

You want me to be in your cabinet?

No... No!

I want you to head up

a new Federal Bureau of Police Squad.

- That's a great honor.

- It's what you've always wanted.

Congratulations.

Nice going!

- Get in here.

- Thank you, Mr. President.

Thank you. I'm very honored.

This is something I've always dreamt of,

but I'll have to turn down your offer.

You see, I've learnt something

this past week

about the Earth and about love.

I guess love is like the ozone layer.

You never miss it until it's gone.

Blowing away a fleeing suspect

with my.44 Magnum

used to be everything to me.

I enjoyed it. Who wouldn't?

But now I want to be known as

"The Environmental Police Lieutenant".

I want a world where Frank Junior,

and all the Frank Juniors,

can sit under a shade tree,

breathe the air, swim in the ocean,

and go into a 7-Eleven

without an interpreter.

I want a world where I can eat

a sea otter without getting sick.

I want a world where the Democrats

have a candidate worth voting for.

I may not get there with you,

but most of all,

I want a world

where I can wake up each morning

with this woman, whom I love!

Yikes!

- Frank!

- Jane!

- Jane, will you marry me?

- Yes, of course I'll marry you!

We love Frank! We love Frank!

One more picture.

Turn around, over here!

Smile!

Help, George!

All right, let's see

if I got this straight, now.

Energy efficiency... good.

Drilling in

Arctic national wildlife refuge... bad.

Mr. President,

is everything OK in there?

I'm fine, thanks.

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