Tremors
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1990
- 96 min
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Good morning,
Mr. Basset.
This is your
wake-up call.
Please move your ass.
Stampede!
Stampede, Earl!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
You dumb sh*t.
I was in
a stampede once.
Three hundred head
going hell-bent
for the horizon.
Now, exactly
how many cows
are required for
a stampede, Earl?
l mean, is it like
three or more?
ls there
a minimum speed?
l wish a stampede
up your ass.
No breakfast?
l did it yesterday.
lt was bologna and beans.
No. lt was eggs.
l did eggs, over easy.
The hell you did.
Bologna and beans.
lt's your turn.
Well, l guess
when l'm your age,
l'll forget
what l eat, too.
Oh, God damn it!
l ask you, is this a job
for intelligent men?
Show me one.
l'll ask him.
l mean, if we were
we'd quit being
hired hands. . .
Handymen, Earl.
We are handymen.
Yeah, yeah.
We should quit
this job and
find ourselves
some real employment.
Are you gonna
give up all this
personal freedom?
l don't know.
Freeway!
So, what's on
the agenda for today?
lt's garbage day.
Oh, man ! Already?
Hey, what's Nestor
paying us?
50 bucks.
And that's 47 bucks
more than we got.
Burt and Heather's place
is closer.
and do the garbage tomorrow.
Nestor's not home tomorrow.
Now, look, we don't
dig today, we don't
get paid today.
Now, damn it, Valentine,
you never plan ahead.
You never take
the long view.
l mean, here it is Monday,
and l'm already
thinking of Wednesday.
lt is Monday, right?
Hey,
who the hell's that?
That's not what's-his-name,
the grad student?
No. He graduated.
Must be the new one.
The new one?
That's supposed
to be a girl.
You will have long,
blonde hair,
big, green eyes,
world-class breasts,
ass that won't quit
and legs that go
all the way up!
Hi ! l'm Rhonda.
Rhonda LeBeck.
l'm up here
for the semester.
Yeah, geography.
Geology.
Yeah, well,
actually seismology.
Earthquakes.
And you two must
be Val and Earl.
We deny everything.
Hey, listen,
l've got a question for you.
Do you know if anybody's
doing any drilling
or blasting
or anything like that?
Around here?
No, ma'am.
Well, l'm supposed to monitor
the seismographs.
You know,
they measure vibrations.
Vibrations
in the ground.
Yeah.
Well, l've been getting
l mean, the school's
had these machines
up here for three years,
and we've never recorded
anything like this.
Well, we'll ask around.
You know, see if
anyone's heard anything.
Thanks.
God, l hope
they're not broken.
l might have to bag
the whole semester.
No problem.
Nice meeting you.
Hope you get it
all sorted out.
You know, if you wanted,
we could take a look at those
seismographs for her
if you want.
What the hell do we know
about seismographs?
Nothing.
lt sure might be
a slick way to
get to know her.
Why?
Damn it, Valentine.
You don't go for any gal
unless she fits
that stupid list of yours
from top to bottom.
Well, sure!
Yeah, and it's dumber
than my hind end.
l mean, like that
Bobby Lynn Dexter.
Tammy Lynn Baxter.
lt don't matter.
They're all the same,
dead weight.
"Ooh ! l broke a nail !"
Makes my skin crawl.
Well, l'm a victim
of circumstance.
l thought you call it
your pecker.
Hey, pizza face!
Melvin?
Melvin ! You touch
that truck and die.
Oh, man,
l'm really shaking.
Thanks, Walter.
Look, these are
hollow points,
but they're not
Hydrashok hollow points.
Excuse me, l thought
bullets were bullets.
Hi, guys.
What you been doing?
We ran into that
new college student,
that Rona.
Rhonda. Yeah,
she's having trouble
with her, uh,
uh, things.
You know,
those college kids
turn up oil or uranium
or something out there.
Next thing the feds
will be at our door.
"Sorry. Time to move.
Eminent domain."
Down, honey. Down.
Yeah, Burt.
The way you worry,
you'll have a heart attack
before you get a chance
We'll see.
We'll see.
Hey, guys, listen.
Bearing going out.
What do you think?
Could be.
Catch you later, Chang.
We got a schedule to keep.
Oh, yeah.
See, we plan ahead.
That way we don't do
anything right now.
Earl explained it to me.
Cocktail?
You bet.
Well, l'll tell you.
Nobody handles garbage
better than we do.
Yep.
Oh, come on, Earl.
Now this is low.
We have got to set our sights
a little bit higher.
Hey, Melvin,
why don't you
give us a hand?
Most of this sh*t
is yours anyway.
Listen, run down to the store
and pick me up a six-pack.
l'll pay for it.
Son, beer is for adults.
You know, not having a plan
is what keeps us
doing jobs like this.
Just doing jobs like this
is you dragging your feet.
Are you gonna stand
there and tell me,
in broad daylight,
that l'm the reason
we're still in Perfection?
You know how close l am
to leaving this place
right now?
l'll call that
little bluff.
How close?
Sh*t!
God damn !
Jesus Christ!
God damn !
Don't forget the TV.
Hey, what's that
vacuum cleaner for, man?
l like this
vacuum cleaner.
Hell, you never use it.
Well, it's good
for parts.
And, besides,
maybe we'll
hire a maid.
Now had you
thought about
that, Earl?
Get in the truck.
Guys!
Hey, guys, wait!
Hi.
Sorry, Nancy.
We're not delivering
firewood anymore.
We're heading for
Bixby permanent.
Oh, sure.
Oh, my God.
You really are!
Hey, Mindy,
what's the count?
Six hundred and forty.
Guys, look,
l don't need firewood.
l have this big
order to fill,
and l have to build
my new pottery kiln.
Come on, it'll be at
least a month's work.
l'll throw in lunches.
And beer.
l can't believe
we said no to free beer.
We did it! We did it!
We faced temptation
and did not bend !
God damn !
Praise the Lord !
Now there's nothing,
and l mean nothing,
between us and
Bixby but nothing !
Yeah !
Yeah !
Hey, look at that guy!
Oh, that's one job
l'd never do.
Working around
electricity.
Hey, hold up.
That's Edgar Deems.
Come on.
No. He only wears
that one damn jacket.
That's him,
l'm telling you.
Man, oh, man,
he sure must've
been drunk this time.
Edgar, get your
butt down from there!
Well, sh*t.
We can't leave him
up there.
Thank you, Edgar.
You owe me on this one,
you damned old boozehound.
One of these days,
you're gonna have to
get your ass
on a wagon
and stay there.
Jesus! lt's not like
l don't have
better things to do
than to climb towers
and drag your
hairy ass down.
Jesus Christ!
Was it
a heart attack, Doctor?
No.
He died of dehydration.
Thirst.
Well, that doesn't
make any sense.
That takes a couple
of days, doesn't it?
Maybe even three or four.
You mean he sat up there
three or four days?
He sat up there and
just died of thirst?
Hmm.
You reckon he
hated Perfection
more than us?
Do you suppose
he wanted to
kill himself?
Come on.
Somebody must've
chased him up there.
What, you mean someone
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