Louies Revenge

Nothing like seeing E.T. for the 64th time to pick up your day.

Does this look like I'm sick of it?

Actually, there's this kid... Fat kid, wears glasses, 13 years old... Who's just seen it for the 74th time.

I haven't seen it.

Because I don't like science fiction movies, all right?

And by the way, don't sit next to a little fat kid with glasses.

Lilewoowi De Palma?

Now, who was that, Lilewoowi?

You mean that prison guard?

Excuse me, for those of you interested in accuracy, I'm going to do a simultaneous translation on this one.

She had an unusual quality that I love in a woman. She managed to stomach him.

She fell in love with me like that. She was tanked up on pills and booze. Somebody just dumped her.

But our love, even like the most beautiful flower, wilted and fell. She sobered up.

Didn't you say that today? I say it every day. Who hasn't?

Well, it's so sad that she mixed drugs and alcohol and ended up spending the night with you when most people only die.

I'm going to go down there and sluice down that little tart until there's eye makeup running out of her shoes.

Heavily sedated, possibly suicidal?

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, let me have something, uh, tall, cold, and sticky... Something that would be impossible to wash out of your hair.

Hello, Emily, you little pill popper.

Hold that thought.

Hey, Mac, you got a bar rag back there or something?

No chance, Sundance, uh-uh.

Because it's not you talking, it's your pharmacist.

Emily, your purse should have a childproof cap.

Gross, disgusting, delightful. Right.

♪ It had to be you ♪

♪ It had to be... ♪ ♪ Me. ♪

You've had the handsome guys. You've had, uh, the rich guys. You've had the smooth guys. You've had the, uh, sharp guys; the, uh, smart guys; the tough guys, the young guys. Well, I'm none of those.

Look who's on first base.

What does this tell you?

E.T. phone home. Home phone. Phone home, E.T. Elliott. Elliott. Elliott.

She didn't like my overcoat.

Look, honey, I can't get the blueberries. I looked... I looked all over for the blueberries. I-I-I went every... I went 20 different places, but... No, no. Yeah, okay.

Well, on behalf of New York City, let me say that I'm glad she liked your pants.

A romantic fool. No. A weenie.

One of those weenies who would do anything that a broad asked him and then say, 'Yes, dear.'

Look at her, Reiger. She's beautiful. She's beautiful!

She's beautiful! She's beautiful!

You said you love me! You said you love me.

Do-do-do... I don't think you could do it. Do-do I have to squeeze more oranges?

Right.

You're a very complicated girl, Emily.

Do we write letters?

I write to you, and you never answer me.

And when he does, he's going to be wearing a white coat and carrying a butterfly net.

I knew where to get blueberries, but it was too far and I figured, 'The hell with it!'