Hot Shots! Part Deux
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1:11:01
You are filth.
I spit in the face of filth.

1:11:04
-Dexter, come to get you out of here.
-You're American.

1:11:08
Yes, from America. Let's go.
1:11:11
My friend, I yearn for freedom
as much as anyone...

1:11:15
...but I run from no man.
1:11:17
You've got to come with me.
1:11:19
I can't walk. They...
1:11:23
They've tied my shoelaces together.
1:11:27
A knot.
1:11:30
Bastards.
1:11:40
I'm aborting the mission. Envelope
is closed. We're lifting off.

1:11:47
Here you go. It's $4.50.
1:11:50
I didn't think you'd make it.
1:11:52
Everybody onboard. We're getting out of here.
1:11:54
What about the others?
We just can't leave them.

1:12:14
Wait! I can't go any further.
I need to drink.

1:12:25
Okay. Right a bit.
Whoawhoawhoa, stop, stop there.

1:12:27
Down a bit, down a bit. There.
It's not very cold. Is this filtered?

1:12:33
Their artillery will be down
on us soon in seconds. We have to lift off.

1:12:36
No! If we leave now, we'll lose Topper and Dexter.
1:12:39
But that has been the idea all along,
hasn't it, Michelle?

1:12:47
You're looking beautiful as ever,
Ramada. How did you know?

1:12:50
I didn't. It all came together
when I saw you here.

1:12:54
I ?think about? your inscription
in my yearbook.

1:12:56
You wrote: “Remember all the fun
we had in speech class...

1:12:59
...and I'll fuck up your life
if it's the last thing I do.”


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