My job sucks.
Got no future, got no benefits.
I'm here to play.
Oh, yeah? Who are you?
Who am I...?
I'm on the list.
Show me the list.
I'll point me out.
Yeah. There is no list.
Charles Lazaro invited me.
Oh, so what you're telling me
is that you're a friend|of Fat Charlie's?
Well, I'm not a friend|like the doughnut guy
but, yeah, we're friends.a
Well, we got|a little problem here, pal.
Fat Charlie has no friends.
You know what?
I think we got off|on the wrong foot here.
Thug?
Mr. Thug?
Mm-hmm.
Shit.
Mm-hmm.
Going down.
Jimmy!
You crafty son of a bitch.
You really think you were
going to get away|with this, huh?
Step back a couple feet,|will you?
My name's Bond.
Barry Bond... s.
Huh?
You got a little something...
right, uh...
While he was schemin'
just beamin'
my man cheatin'
to make him pay for it all
Hey, ladies...
Look at the paper.
Sir, there is a $100 minimum.
Right, of course.
Yeah.
How embarrassing.
then everything goes
From the crib to the ride...
Here we go.
There's-there's 21...
And that's...
uh, yeah.
Hi.
Hi.
wanna get buckwild
and hit 'em up style
and spend to the last dime
For all the hard times
then everything goes...
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing there,|Polyester Paul?
Excuse me, sir?
You're dealing|from the bottom of the deck.
This man is dealing from|the bottom of the deck.
Did you see that?
See what?
Okay, we all caught you.
Is there a problem, sir?
Yes, there's a problem.|Three Card Monty, here
is dealing|from the bottom of the deck.
I assure you, sir,|that's impossible.
Oh, really?
If it's impossible,|then how come
he dealt himself a perfect...
Sir, why don't you|step this way?
We'll sort this out.
Don't you know who I am?
No, I don't know who you are.
Okay, well, why don't you find|somebody who does?
All right, Zorro?
Well...
Looks like today's|your lucky day.
I know who you are.
See? He knows who I am.
Oh, yeah.
You're the guy|that's leaving here tonight
in the trunk of my car.
Let me guess.|Fat Charlie, right?
That's right, moron.
Now, listen to me.
Nobody accuses my joint|of cheating, you got that?
Yeah, well... I do.
And I got the pictures|to prove it.
See for yourself.
There ain't no pictures here.
Charles Lazaro,|you're hereby served to appear
as a witness in the racketeering|trial of Freddie Marcuso.
What are you?
Some kind of a wacko?
Serving me papers|in my own joint?
Rip his jugular vein out.
Okay, Lieutenant.
If I'm not out|in 60 seconds
send in your boys.
Okay, Joe. Roger that.
Charles?
It's a pleasure serving you.
And, you!
- Eat something.|- What?
You don't fit in.
Mm-hmm.
Nice work, kiddo.
Next time, you hurry up.
I'm freezing my|ass off out here.
Here you go.
Mm-hmm...
And, hey, don't spend
all that on candy.
Son of a bitch.
Mm-hmm
Oh, oh, yeah
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm...
It took you six days|to serve this guy.
Six freaking days.
Hey, he disappeared on me.
A guy named Fat Charlie|disappeared on you?
Poof, Puff the Magic|Dragon, just gone?
Poof, bye-bye?
And I guess you mean to tell me
you ain't seen|the Chrysler Building
on your way over|here, either?
If you want to spend your life|chasing nickel and dime papers
you go right ahead.
Ray, the guy was
a difficult mark,|and I served him clean.
What else do you want?
You know what I want?
I want you to be more|like Tony, here.
Well, that's impossible.|I walk upright.
What are you saying?
I don't have good posture?
I'm saying|you're a Neanderthal.
And I'm saying kiss my ass.
My mouth's not big enough.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Look.
You see this?
I gave Tony this file|two hours ago.
It's done.
What's going on with you, Joe?
You used to be|my money guy, my assassin.
Now in the time it takes you
to do one job,|Wop-along Cassidy, here
serves seven papers.
It would have been eight
but I let Joe have|that one in Miami.
The only reason that is
is the mook can't take Miami.
It's too damn hot down there.
Miami's not a city. It's|a steam room with mosquitoes.
Oh, that's great, Tony.|You're a regular
process-serving savant.
What'd you call me?
Savant... that's somebody
who's really good|at something...
Oh, thanks, Joe.
[Skipped item nr. 165]
...while being a complete idiot.
Hey!
Ladies, please!
Yeah, you really did serve|these really fast.
In fact, you served|them yesterday.
- What?|- What are you talking about?
What's the date today?
It's the-the tenth.
It's the 11th, numnuts.
Give me that.
Goddamn it, Tony!
Relax, Ray, relax.|I'll go back
to the courthouse.|So I'll refile it.
It's the big white building|with the pillars
in front of it.
Hey, screw you, Joe.
I'm tired of you|calling me stupid.
I'm not the one growing a|grapevine in my living room.
This loser thinks|he's going to be
Ernest and Julio|freaking Gallo.
Ray, do you have|a job for me, or not?
Look, I got one job
right now.
It's an important job|out of Texas.
Pays five grand.
Well, I was going to give it|to Tony
seeing he's been so hot lately.
But now that we know
he can't read|a goddamn calendar
makes me a little edgy.
So... here.
What? You going|to give it to Joe?
After two months|of screwups?
It's going to take him|ten weeks to serve it.
Well, thanks for the prediction,|Nostra-dumb-ass.
Don't you have a courthouse|to find?
Eat me.
Eat you?
I've never been that hungry|in my life.
Listen, Joe.
This is the Texas branch
of my biggest account|here in New York.
This file could open up|a lot of out-of-state business
for me, you understand?
It's an easy job.
All you gotta do is do it fast.
None of that lollygagging,|six-day crap on this.
I'm serious.
You got it, boss.
And let me just say,|from the bottom of my heart
that suit is kicking.
Get out!
I'm going to go.
You better go.
"Your suit kickin'."
Shoot, this suit cost me $300.
Adios, good-bye, amigos...
Say, what time is your flight|again, sweetheart?
It's 11:20.
Well, lookie there!|Perfect timing.
I am the king.
Well done, Mr. Cowboy.
That's right, Mama.|Boy, I tell you what.
You're my darling,|dearest, dearie
darling gal, and|I'll tell you what.
Any of them New York boys got|their hands on you, and, ooh!
I wouldn't know what to do.
Well, here we are.
Now, hey, you call me|when you get there?
I will.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I love you, girl.
I love you, too.
Okay.
You get that, all right?
Well, go on.
Have a good time.
Okay. Bye.
until my back was to the floor
then I'd try to get some more
And when it came to gambling...
Hey, you!
Hey, darling!
Hey, how are you?
Good. Huh?
What'd I tell you?|Perfect timing.
You're the king.
Thank you very much.
Ooh, I missed you.
Hey!
All right, all right,|we're going.
Quick as a hiccup.
Hey, Joe.
No hard feelings|about before, Joe?
Really.
Good luck.
Yeah, blow me.
Yeah, keep dreaming, Joe.
He gets me|with that every time.
Hello?
Sara Moore?
Yeah?
Listen up.
If I were you,|I'd get the hell out
of your apartment right now.
Who is this?
Let's just say a... a friend.
Look, some asshole's on his way|up there to serve you papers.
He's going to say|he's delivering flowers.
Papers?
What? Is this about|my parking tickets?
No, no, no, no.|It's a lot bigger than that.
Look, I really don't have|any idea
what you're talking about, so...
Hey, lady?
When is getting served papers|ever good, huh?
Don't be stupid.|Hang up, and get out.
Oh...
Sara Moore?
Um... no, uh...
she's there in 7-E.
Thanks.
You know, once that little light|goes on, you're good.
Yeah.
Sara, welcome home!
Why are you calling me Sara?
Hey!
Sara!
Merry Christmas.
Shit!
Taxi!
Taxi!
Oh!
Excuse me. Uh...
Whoa, whoa!
Mrs. Moore.
Do you have an appointment?
I just need to get away|for a sec.
Okay, have a nice day.
Whoa! Creep!
I'd like to request...
Sir, can I help you?
Sir, this is|a woman's spa, sir.
Cool!
Oh!
Either of you two creatures seen|Sara Moore?
Get out!
Hey, you are wrapped|too tight, lady.
Excuse me, sir.|You cannot...
Hey, Sara, welcome back.
Why do people keep|calling me Sara? I'm not.
Can I help you?
Hello.
Man, slow down!
Whoa!
I can't believe|you messed this up.
I did not mess it up.
I told you he'd mess it up.
It's a goddamn cakewalk, Joe.
Look, I chased her all through
Midtown Manhattan for two hours.
I froze my dick off.
Boo-hyphen-hoo.
Huh!
Has anybody informed you,|this job is not easy.
I'm going to find her.
It's not going to be a problem.
Well, it already is|a problem.
I'm giving the file|to Tony.
What?
Come on. Give me the papers.
You know what?|I don't know
what the hell I was thinking,|giving you this job
in the first place.
Look, you are making|a mistake, Ray.
I know exactly|where she is.
Good. Tell it to Tony.
Thanks, Boss.
She's up Ray's ass.
You should know your way around.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm...
Mm-hmm...
Hey, Joe.
Hey, Lenny.
Santa, you're supposed to give|the gifts, not take them.
Yeah, I got a present for you.
Milty, I need a favor.
Yeah.
And I need a swollen prostate.
I need the file on 4-9-8-3.
That's a small Uzi
and two vials of crack.
- Milt... Milt.|- Got it.
Look, can you get me|the addresses
on these speed-dial|phone numbers, please?
Uh, I don't know|if you noticed here
but the "In" is winning|by a landslide.
Okay.
Maybe this will help.
Oh, no.
I think my eyes are going,|because I only see 20 bucks.
How about now?
Oh, there we go.
Come back at 7:00.
That's the best you can do?
Oh, now my hearing's off.
I'll see you at 7:00.
Miami Marriott.
Uh, yes, I'd like to make|a reservation, please.
Under the name... Sara Moore
for a check-in|early tomorrow morning.
Okay.
Thank you.
Now, let's see how we did today.
Oh, yeah.
Nice nose...
Better than yesterday.
Yeah.
I'm the idiot.
Nice place.
It's good.
Miami Marriott.
Uh, Sara Moore, please.
One moment, please.
Uh, sir, I'm sorry
but Ms. Moore won't be checking|in until tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow morning?
Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.
I gotcha.
May I help you?
You got gas.
Excuse me?
You got leakage.
Excuse me?
Not you, lady.
Your house.
But we have electric.
Yeah, I know. That's why|it's kind of a pickle.
Can I sniff around?
Actually, no.
Thanks.
Not sniffing any gas,|but I do detect
the smell of coffee.
You know, I think
you should just leave.
Yeah, why don't you run|in the kitchen and grab me
a cup of coffee|all right, cupcake?
Nice place you got here.|It's real rustic.
Amanda?
Hey, are you okay?|What's going on?
I heard all that shouting|down there.
Oh, no!
Sara Moore
you are hereby served|for divorce.
Divorce?! What?!
Smile.
No, hang on. Wait-wait a minute.
You must have|the wrong person.
Um, you must be looking
for a different|Sara Moore.
That's what|they all say.
But I'm happily married.
Not anymore.
Could I get that coffee|to go, uh...?
This is Ray.|Who the hell is this?
Hey, Ray, I'll tell you|who the hell this is.
It's Joe,|so why don't you put
that doughnut down for a second|and listen to me.
Guess who I just served.
Sara Moore. That's right.
So get your checkbook out.
And since you took me off|this gig
and I had to do it|on my own time
you better pay me double, okay?
Say good night, sweet prince.
Oh, no.
Look, if you want to use|the phone, just ask.
You served Fat Charlie
now Fat Charlie serves you.
And I'll say we served|him pretty good, too.
So, Brooklyn's in the house?
Hey!
Oh, my... Sara!
Sara, oh, my God.
You have got to see this.
What?
I don't fit in, huh?
Huh? How about this?
Now do I fit in?
How does that fit, huh?
I'm glad.
Yo, Aldo, you know, I've been|doing some thinking lately.
I'm getting kind of|tired of carpooling.
How about you?
Yeah, I could use|a little room myself.
You don't mind|there, Petey.
Oh, there's a car|right here.
I could just take this car, no?
Why not?
You're not taking my car.|That was nothing.
Come on!
Whoa!
Is that all you got...?
Get over here!
Hey, what are you,|some kind of machinist?
Are you trying to say|"masochist"?
What a meathead!
Whoa!
Hold on. Hold on a second.
Your diaper's loose.
That's it?!
That's all you girls got?!
That was nothing!
Nothing!
Baby's going to take nappy.
Oh!
Sorry.
Wretched bag.
Well, well, there is a God.
Actually, it was two Italians.
Do you have any feelings?
Do you have any shred|of humanity or compassion?
Well, little sick dogs pull|at my heartstrings
but certainly not trophy wives|from Australia.
Australia?
Look, first of all,|I'm English, you twit.
And second of all, we've had|our ups and downs
but I stuck it out
and trophy wives|don't do that.
Do you know what?
The guy on the phone was right.
You are an asshole.
Hey, I was just doing my jo...
What guy on the phone?
The guy that called up|to my apartment
to say you were on your way up|with those lovely papers.
Somebody tipped you off?
Who?
Yeah, like I know everyone
in New York|with a Brooklyn accent.
Tony.
It's got to be Tony.
The son of a bitch.
He's been tipping off my marks|for two months.
That's why|it's been so hard.
Well, my heart bleeds for you.
I'm going to kill|that son of a bitch!
Mind your own business,|pork chop.
Goddamn monkeys.
Hey, Chico
make it cooler, cooler.
Culo. Tu quieres culo?
Yo te doy culo!
Not louder. Cooler!
Este gringo me molesta...
No gringo. Italiano.
Mambo Italiano.
No mambo Italiano.
Mambo King, Armand Assante.
- Mambo King soy yo.|- Hey, Chico
just drop me off|in America, okay?
Agase para... carajo, feo!
Hey.
Hey, I got another question.
How do people do it?
I know you're awake, so stop|pretending to be asleep.
Actually, I was|pretending to be dead
but I can't fool you.
How can someone end a marriage|like that, just...
pow?
What? Are you telling me|you didn't see this coming?
Let me guess.|A lot of trips out of town.
"Go ahead, honey."
"Go ahead. Don't worry your|pretty little head.
I'll take care|of the homestead..."
Not to mention those extra poker|nights with the boys.
Gordon doesn't play poker.
Missing my point.
Look, I've served thousands|of subpoenas.
Granted, never one to|somebody as hot as you.
I don't know|your husband
but I do have a great deal|of insight into men.
And we are mean,|hurtful and despicable.
Male headquarters would kill me
if they knew I was|telling you this.
Yeah, well, "despicable"|is putting it mildly.
And then,|you complain that
we get half of everything.
Believe me, after this type|of treatment
half is the very least|we should get.
The only thing you're getting|half of, honey
is screwed.
What do you mean?
He served you first.
He's in Texas, and he's got|home-court advantage.
Wait. Served me first?
What is this? Third grade?
Yeah, sometimes.
Texas has the most conservative|divorce laws
in the country.
Not to mention|those good ol' boy judges.
Sure most of them aren't married|to their first wives.
Believe me
if I'd known|this was coming
I'd have been the one|doing the serving.
- Yeah.|- How about that, huh?
Whatever.
No, seriously.
What would have happened|if I'd served him first?
Okay, if you had served|him first
the trial would have been|in New York...
not in Texas... where you would|have fared a lot better.
Hey, I have a proposition|for you.
You tear up the papers on me
and I'll hire you|to serve my husband.
I'll pay you twice|what you're getting now.
Look, here's|what you don't understand.
I've already told them|that I served you, okay?
So if I flip it|and tag your husband
my reputation will be shot.
I'll never work again.
I'll give you ten percent|of my divorce settlement.
We own a cattle ranch.
It's worth $20 million.
$20 million?
Mm-hmm.
Ten percent of half?
Mm-hmm.
You're willing to pay me|a million dollars.
Well, that still leaves|nine for me
versus next to nothing.
It's kind of a no-brainer.
You're really serious?
I think we should draw up|a contract.
Let's see...
Won't be needing this.
One... million...
Dollars...|Great, let's go.
Thanks a lot.
Miami Marriott.
If anybody calls|for Ms. Sara Moore
tell them she's relocated
to one of your hotels|in Bangor, Maine.
Bangor, Maine.
That's right, Bangor, Maine.
That's where she'll be.
I thought we were going|to Dallas.
We are. Just playing|a little game of hide-and-seek.
Now break out your credit cards.
We got tickets to buy.
and I'm a-head out West
Where real women come equipped
With scripts and fake breasts
and I'm the real McCoy
And I'm headin' out West, sucker
baby
and the sunshine shining
and the sunshine shining
Cowboy, baby
with the Boone's wine
I wanna be a cowboy, baby
'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy.
All right, got my papers
and you know your way|around this place, right?
Actually, I've never been inside|before
but Gordon always said
it was his place|to come and "focus."
Yeah, well, all you have to do|is point him out
and then stay out of sight
because if he sees you,|we're done.
Is it okay if I strangle him|from behind?
Yes, you can do|whatever you want
but wait until I serve him.
Okay.
Let me see that scarf.
Okay, all set.
If you have a moment,|I'd like to take you two
on a little tour here|of our facility.
Why, that would be lovely.
Great.
So, what part of London|are you from?
Hampstead.
Hmm, sorry,|I'm not familiar with it.
Well, it's on the corner|of Penny Lane and Abbey Road.
Hmm...
very interesting.
How many pounds
were you looking at losing?
Well, I don't think|it's important
to talk about money|at this point, do you?
You see, pounds... money...
Be quiet.
How exactly did you hear|about us
Mr. And Mrs...
"Poppins"?
Well, we have an acquaintance|here at the club
a Gordon Moore.
Solid, solid, solid fellow.
Absolutely.|As a matter of fact
I believe Mr. Moore's|working out here this morning.
Perhaps we'll run into him.
Perhaps.
I'll just show you|the men's area now.
Jolly good.
Mrs. Poppins, if you'll wait|here for just a moment
we'll be back in a|jiffy, as you say.
Oh, okay, thanks.
I should tell you,|I don't like to lift things.
I'm sweating.
You're glowing, darling.
Hey, how's my form?
Yeah, yours is pretty good.
Keep it up, Gordon.
Oh, it's up.
It's up.
Focusing?!
Asshole!
Sara?
Yeah! ...|Joe, quick. It's him, quick!
Where?! Where?!
our candle-lit Pilates...
You stop him, Allison!
Look, lady, I'm not going|to hit a girl, okay?
You go, girl!
Go on, Joe.
Well, guess there's|a first time for everything.
Nice.
Take that!
Quick! He's getting away!
Remind me|to give you a raise.
Oh, for Christ's sake!
Look, babe|can we talk about this?
Get up!
Way to lay low back there.
Well, you said to point him out.
I just pointed him out.
Hey, you are going to have
to get in control|of your anger, okay?
You made us look|like fools in there.
I did?
Well, hey, at least|I wasn't beaten up by a girl.
Hey, that was not a girl.
I distinctly saw|an Adam's apple
and a bulge that I was|not comfortable with.
The only thing|we had going for us
was the element of surprise,|and you blew that.
Look, I know Gordon's habits.
I can easily find him again.
Oh, what do you think?
He's just going to sit around,|waiting for us to serve him?
No, he's history.
All he has to do is jump on|the first international flight
and then we're done, all right?
Even if I find him
I can't serve him|outside the United States.
I don't like your tone.
Oh, you don't like my tone,|Your Highness?
Don't forget, whenever I want,|I can serve
your papers again.
Look, you can stand there|and threaten me
or we could just get in the car|and go and find Gordon.
Oh, yeah?
Okay, where do you want to go...
boss?
Well, as your boss, I'd be|interested in your suggestions.
This is crazy.
You're crazy
and I quit.
Hey, I thought|you were quitting.
Who the hell am I going|to quit to?
I gave up half my life|for this crap.
So, what are we going|to do first?
Well, I think we, uh...
and when I say "we,"|I mean you...
should find a mute button|for yourself.
Necessita mas toallas|en la habitacion numero 150.
Asi que cuando pueda...
Excuse me... Yo!
Hello.
Can I help you?
Yeah, you can help me.
I got an important business|meeting with a Sara Moore.
- Sara Moore?|- Sara Moore, Moore.
M-O-O-O-R-E.
Here.
You sure about that?
Yeah, I'm sure about that.
What's the matter?
I don't look like a goddamn|businessman to you?
No, no, sir. It's just that
her reservation's been canceled.
Canceled? What the...?
I do have a forwarding address|if that would be helpful.
Yeah, that would be helpful.
Can you throw in|a little breeze
while you're at it?
Hey, cutie, how you doing?
She's nice.
Who's that?|Your sister?
Okay, Warren,|earn your money.
You want to tell me|what the hell's going on?
Sure.
Everything is beautiful.
My best guy served her|this morning up in Westchester.
All I'm doing is|waiting on the papers.
Oh, really?
Well, maybe you can explain|how that's possible
when she's in Dallas, moron.
Dallas? Dallas, Texas?
That's right.|And she's not alone either.
She's down here with some|goddamn process server
trying to serve my client.
Who's this Joe anyway?
Is he one of yours?
Joe? Who... Joe-Joe the singer?
No, I...
I don't know a Joe.
I can't say I know a Joe.
Look here, um, Mr. Moore
don't worry about a thing, okay?|All right?
Uh, just give me|a little more time
and as God is my witness
I will nail this bitch,|I will chase her down
like a German shepherd,|like she owe me money!
Hey...
my wife you're talking|about there, putz.
Of course, sir,|uh, my apologies.
This better get done.
Or I'm going to hang your ass|out to dry, you understand?
"This better get done.
Otherwise, I'm gonna hang|your ass out to dry."
Jesus...
a redneck telling a black man|he gonna hang him.
That's the new millennium.
Page Tony!
And get Farrakhan and them|on the phone.
I-I think they might want|a trip down there.
Doris, could you send|Vernon in here please?
Now, Gordon,|as your attorney
I would advise you not to get|your personal security
involved in the matter.
Mm-hmm. Well, as my attorney,|you screwed this up, dickweed.
Now... let's go over this
one more time.
I'm telling you|I don't know where it is.
You're telling me
you don't know where it is.
No, I swear to God.
Yeah.
Tell Mr. Moore|I'll be there momentarily.
Listen to me
you little punk...
you're not going anywhere
until we find the stapler.
It was Tommy in accounting!|He took it!
I use paper clips!
Oh... ah.
My word.
I'm just getting the brake off.
You're aware of my current|personal situation
right?
As much as you told me...
yes, sir.
See, I got my tail
in a crack here.
And I want you to do|whatever you need to do
to keep this lowlife server|away from me, okay?
Now, my overpaid lawyer|here will fill you in
on his description|and whereabouts.
Now, he's with my wife.
So let's not let|anything happen to her.
But, now, that guy?
Oh, well...
I could give a rat's ass.
Oh, I'll take care of it, sir.
Got Tony on line two.
He says there's a problem.
No kidding.
Where the hell are you?
I'm in Maine.
Maine?
What the hell|you doing in Maine?
I'm freezing my balls off,|that's what.
The bitch is in Dallas,|you idiot.
Dallas?!
I think Joe set me up.
Oh, there's a news flash.
Look, he's down there with her
trying to serve her husband.
He flipped on us.
He flipped his mark.
Now you go stick your balls|in a cup of hot cocoa.
Click your heels three times,|Dorothy
and get down to Dallas.
You nail her first
or we are done, it's over.
You understand?
You know, I need to call|Miss Cleo.
Psychics, psychics...|is that "P" or "S"?
Let me guess...|employees of the month?
Ha, ha.
So I just... I just don't know.
What's normal anymore?
Hi, Doris.
What's going on?
I would love to tell you
but I can't.
Mr. Moore had his lawyer
make all of us sign...
affidavits...
this morning saying
we wouldn't divulge|his whereabouts.
Hmm. Nice.
Well, you've been|completely useless, Doris.
I really wish|I hadn't been
so nice to you|over the years.
Let's go.|Let's go.
So what's in Durango?
Oh, he just bought|a cattle ranch there.
I haven't been there|myself yet, though.
It's Gordon's little|pet project.
How do you feel|about walking faster?
- Good.|- Good.
Two tickets on the next|flight to Durango, please.
Okeydokey.|Um, I just need
a credit card|and some ID, please.
Sure.
There you go.
Oh.
Well, at least|those two are happy.
Oh, please. That has "affair"|written all over it.
Why do you say that?
Who makes out|with their wife?
See, ring...
no ring.
I bet Gordon's having an affair.
You think?
Yeah.
You know what, I really do.
Um, I'm sorry, miss,|but my computer shows
that your credit card's|been, um, canceled.
Canceled?
Gordon virus.
Goddamn it!
No. No, no, no.
Look, I know he wants|to divorce me
but, believe me, he would not|want me to be penniless.
Um, excuse me, could|you try this card?
Honey, if he|canceled that card
he canceled all the cards.
Excuse me, one second.
No, uh...
Denise... hi.
It's not...
Oh, no.
I just landed.
I'll take care of business...
Hey, fatboy,|you need to watch where...
Uh, these tickets
say, uh, "Durango."
Uh, we need,|we need to go to Amarillo.
It's going to take me|another minute.
Hey, Joe.
What a nice surprise.
Oh, nice look,|Don Ho.
So racking up
those frequent flyer miles?
Yeah, thanks for the world tour,|ass wipe.
Well, you've been|tipping off my marks
for about a month, so I figured
it was payback time.
You figured that out, huh?
Yeah, using my brain and all.
Yeah, well, the way I see it
all those jobs were mine|before you came along.
So I was just taking back|what already belonged to me.
You grew up around a lot|of lead paint, didn't you?
Enough of the chitchat.|Where's the girl?
- What girl?|- The girl.
Oh, Sara?
Yeah.
Oh, I think she's in Copenhagen.|Right, Copenhagen?
Yeah.
Really?
Yeah, the luge finals.
Oh.
Well, that wouldn't be her|walking out of the bathroom
over there now,|would it?
Yo, Tony!
What?
Hey, look, that man...
He's trying to serve you.
- What?|- Come on.
Go, go, go, go!
Here.
Ooh!
Oh!
Oh, no.
No.
You okay?
No.
Oh, God!
Can we get off, please?
Oh!
My pant leg's stuck.
Oh.
Okay. Uh...
Here.
What are you doing?
Okay.
Jesus Christ! I said "help me,"|not "undress me."
Oh, I'm sorry...|I didn't hear you
over the big machine
that was going to rip you|into little pieces.
Come on.
Well, I only have|half a pair of pants on
if you hadn't noticed.
Well, I for one|think you look great.
Find me something to wear.
Okay.
No, not this one.|Look there.
- Here.|- No.
I'll do it.
American woman...
Huh.
Which Judd sister are you?
Hey, it's the only|thing that fitted.
That fits?
Yes.
Yee-haw.
I ain't cleaning it up.
Excuse me, cowboy.
Miss, I'm looking for my friend.
You know, the guy|I was talking to before.
You mean that guy who|threw the dog at you?
Yeah, what a kidder,|always playing jokes.
Can you tell me|where he's going?
- Amarillo.|- Amarillo?
Amarillo, yeah.|But our last flight just left
and he didn't get his tickets.
This his wallet?
Yeah.
Good.
I'll make sure he gets it back.
Oh, no. Sir...
Amarillo.
What the hell is in Amarillo?
Asshole.
comes to Dallas
this Friday, Friday, Friday!
at the Union Arena.
See Cyclops thrash...
Baby, I was down for the count
about to drown...
I think we should find|a hotel.
What? We're making great time.
You said we're like|three hours away.
All I know is,|is that if you sneak
onto a cattle ranch|in the middle of the night
two things are|guaranteed to happen:
one, you're going|to tread in cow shit;
and two, you're going|to get shot.
So, you want to get a hotel?
I can't forget your face
It's not impossible...
Come and get 'em, Joe.
I'll be waiting.
Oh, your sister's ass.
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Hold up!
I'm no thief!
I'm just a process server.
Ow!
Let me get this straight.
You're telling me you're here|from the motel's parent company
doing spot inspections?
And I should give you|a room for free
so you can see how it is?
That's correct, sir.
And let me just say
the degree of professionalism
that you are exhibiting|here today
will undoubtedly go|in my report.
Well, let me just say
that either you fork over|$34.95, or you are
plumb out
of luck, mister.
Got me?
We're sleeping in the car.
Let me have a go.
Sir, we've been robbed.
Please take pity on us.
Lady, there ain't no way
in hell I'm going to give|you a room here for free.
That's, uh...
room 17.
Thank you.
Oh, and we do have|suites available
as well.
And let me know if you|need any ice.
I love you!
Bummer.
Hey...
How was your bath?
You mean shower.
There's no tub in here.
Oh, well, I'll call|the concierge.
Oh, no, wait a minute...
you got a free room|in a dump.
Tease me all you like.
I just don't feel right|if I don't have a bath.
I don't get you Americans|with your two-minute showers.
Well, it could be worse.
We could be French|and skip the whole thing.
You must admit, though
it's pretty cool the way|I got us our free room.
Oh, yeah.
What are you doing?
Well, I've gotten into bed,|and now I'm going to sleep.
No, I am the girl;|I get the bed.
All right,|I'll tell you what...
why don't you draw|an imaginary line
and I will promise|not to cross it, okay?
Okay.
My line goes all the way|around the bed.
I knew you were going|to say that.
Thank you.
Oh, yeah.
Comfy?
Yeah.
Light's out?
No, you know what
I'm just going to stay up|and read the Bible for a while.
Good night.
Yeah, I guess I got|the gist of it.
You know, assuming you serve|Gordon tomorrow
what are you going|to do with the money?
Why do girls always have|another question
after "good night"?
Come on, I'm just curious.
Well...
if you must know
I was kind of hoping|to have my own vineyard.
Napa Valley or somewhere.
Come on, I'm being serious.
Oh, seriously.
Well...
A while back I was this|hotshot attorney.
I had all the attachments|that go with that gig.
You know, a big house,|nice car...
beautiful girlfriend.
Fiancee actually.
That sounds terrible.
I can see why you|turned your back on it.
Well, anyway, I was given|this high-profile case
to defend this guy|in the cement business.
In other words, the mob.
Really? How did you know that?
I have an eye for that kind|of stuff.
And he told me|he was in the mob.
Then I realized
I'd just become this cliche.
Some sleazy defense attorney.
And at that moment, boom...
I got out.
I don't blame you.
Well, the beautiful fiancee did.
As soon as the money ran out,|so did she.
Ow.
Yeah, ow.
You know, all kidding aside
after you quit,|didn't you miss the money?
Well, being successful|isn't all about money.
No.
So your girlfriend|ditched you
because you didn't have|enough money
and my husband's ditching me
to get it all. Hmm.
All right, good night then.
Good night then.
Oh, all right.
All right, what?
I moved the line.
Oh.
It's still there.|I just moved it a little.
Oh.
Come on.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Oh, sorry.
That's okay.
Just don't let it happen again.
Gentlemen, I'd like|to welcome you to my ranch.
Now, I know in your country|it's polite to remove your shoes
when you visit|someone's humble abode...
Who are all those Japanese guys|around Gordon?
I have no idea.
If you do that around here...
Go on, go serve him.
Okay.
Oh, no, wait.
Who's that?
That is trouble.
Wyatt Earp looks pissed.
Quick, let's get|out of here.
Hey, Vernon.
I need you for a minute.
Boy, am I glad to see you two.
Really?
Of course he is.
Follow me.
Okay.
Well, you sure made it|fast enough.
Now, we're just having|the damnedest old time
milking that old boy today.
Well, that's the problem.
See, if you want|to get the milk
you need to use a girl cow.
Uh, you are the vet, right?
Yes, I am the vet.
And I'm the vet's nurse.
Um, it's casual Friday.
Well, Tornado over there,|he's normally
our feistiest bull.
Good for at least|a quart a week.
But today, hell, we can't|even get his pump primed.
Uh, would you all|excuse me please?
I need to talk with my...
nurse.
Excuse me.
Tell me they are|not talking about
what I think they're|talking about.
What do you think|they're talking about?
Masturbating|an impotent bull.
Ding, ding, ding,|ding, ding!
So what do you think, Doc?
Well, you know what,|we just got a page
uh, telling us that a sheep|has fallen into a lake
and is shrinking|at an amazing rate.
Just getting|smaller and smaller.
Go look over there.
Yes, sir.
You better find somebody|or it's your ass.
How small can|a sheep get, I guess.
So, um, how do you|get things started?
What do you do
to get the bulls...
ready?
You know, the regular way.
But we've been trying that
for over an hour.
Poor ol' Mickey, there, can't|even lift his arms up no more.
Well, maybe it's just|a question of inspiration.
I mean, that is|a very attractive rump
but, uh, maybe Tornado
needs a little bit more oomph.
Like what?
Have you tried a Barry White CD?
Why don't you just do|what the other doc did
when this happened to Attila?
You know, relieve|the pressure
on the prostate?
Prostate pressure.
Right, um...
Nurse, did you bring the tools?
Um, no, I'm afraid|I forgot them.
She forgot the tools.
Can't really do anything|without the tools.
That's all right, Doc.
We got everything you need.
Oh, dear God.
Here, let me help.
Let's get you nice|and lubricated.
How far up is|the prostate?
When you think you've|got there, keep going.
We're ready when you are, Doc.
You fellows haven't|been feeding Tornado
any Mexican food, have you?
Whoa.
Get your dumb ass over here!
Yes, Mr. Vernon.
Keep looking!
I'm sorry.
Go on, Doc.
He ain't gonna give|you an invitation.
Especially not from this end.
How's it feel in there, Doc?
Compared to what?
Better go a little further, Doc.
Ain't nothing happening yet.
Let me help you, Doc.
Whoo-ha! That's the spot, Doc!
You got it!
Do it till you're satisfied
Whatever it is
till you're satisfied...
Damn, that thing sure|looks like a fire hose.
Do it till you're satisfied
Whatever it is
Do it, do it...
I'm uncomfortable.
Help, oh...
Sure wish you folks could've|been here a little earlier.
Mr. Moore came by
and had a bunch of those|corporate fellas with him
and it was damn embarrassing.
Old Tornado couldn't put on|his usual show.
Look at him go.
Oh, great...|now I-I've lost my ring.
What, was he giving them
like a little special tour|or something?
I think it was a little more|than a little tour.
I hear he's trying to sell|the whole damn company.
Hey, you hear that, Doc?
Mr. Moore is trying to sell|the whole damn company.
That's fascinating.
I can't believe|that Gordon is trying
to sell his company.
Mind you, I have to say
I think it's good news|for us.
Well, you know
if he's in the middle|of a big sales pitch
he can hardly skip town.
You don't seem|very excited.
Did you see what|I just did in there?
I'm going to need|a minute, okay?
A bull is lighting a cigarette|in there because of me.
There goes my mark.
Hey, come on.|Let's go back to Dallas.
Oh my God! Quick!
No, no, no...
Oh...
Come on, quick.
That guy must hate|veterinarians.
No. No, Mr. Cedron
every... everything's under|control, okay?
I just need a little more time.
If everything's|so goddamn under control
tell me what that process server|was doing snooping around
Gordon's Ranch up in Durango|this morning.
What?
Listen, dirtbag,|by tomorrow morning
I'm going to have these papers|out to three other firms.
That means you better|get her served
by the end of the day,|or you're off the case.
You understand?
Yeah, yeah.
Page Tony!
Tony's holding on line two.
How'd he do that?
Where the hell are you?!
Don't give me any lip, Ray.
I got shot.
What?
Some nurse is about to pick|pellets out of my back
with a pair|of needle-nosed pliers.
So just chill, all right?
Lucky for you these wounds are|only superficial.
First we got to mow that lawn.
I've been meaning|to get that done anyway.
Mm-hmm.
Tony, where are you now?
Amarillo.
I found out Joe and the girl|were going to serve
Mr. Moore at his ranch|in Amarillo
so I figured I'd ambush 'em.
Amarillo?
Father, help me.
They are in Durango.
Du-Durango?
What the h...?
You know, that Joe's|getting to be
one big pain in my...
Sorry.
Must've snagged a weed.
I got a goddamn butcher here!
Durango.
Durango!
Yeah.
Oh, man.
Mm-hmm...
Whoa, nice house.
Thanks.
You know what?
I can't wait to check|Gordon's files
to see just who he thinks|he's selling my company to.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What if somebody's home?
There's only Maria,|my housekeeper.
All right, at least|do me a favor, okay?
You go through the back|and get the files
and I'll distract|the housekeeper.
All right,|but be nice, okay?
I really like her.
I think I can|handle that.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm...
Hi.
Holy...
Can I help you?
Are you... Maria?
No, I'm Kate.
Do you know Maria?
Do I know Maria?|Do I know...?
Yes. Maria's my, uh...
second cousin,|twice removed.
Oh, my! Well, let me|get her for you...
Oh, no, no,|don't do that.
If I know Maria... and I do...
she's not going to want|to come downstairs
until she looks|like Salma Hayek
if you know what I'm saying.
Oh, okay.
Do you...?
Do you have...?
Do yo... Do you have|a bathroom or something
because when you say|Big Gulp up here in Texas
you're not kidding|around.
Oh, of course.|Come on in.
Oh, gracias.
Don't worry.|It's just number one.
Um, let me show you|where it is.
So, are you|from El Salvador?
What?
Well, Maria's|from El Salvador
so I figured...
Oh, that's right.|El Salvador High.
Go, Iguanas.|Cha-cha-cha.
Well, your English|is very good.
Well, we had cable,|so, you know.
Oh...
All right,|if you just look...
Is that all wine?
Yeah, my boyfriend
has quite the collection.
Well, he is a lucky man,|you pink goddess of love.
No more callers.
We've got a winner.
Wow.
I take it y'all don't have|a lot of wine
down in El Salvador.
What?
Oh, yes, no.
Where I'm from,|it's mostly margaritas.
Ol.
Have you ever had|a cabernet blend
that is so good|you drink it and drink it
and then you pour it|all over your privates?
I'm sorry,|I'm not all that into wines.
But my Gordy sure is.
"My Gordy"?!
Oh, boy.
Who the hell are you?!
Oh, you must be Sara.
And you must be banging|my husband.
I am truly sorry, Sara.
Mrs. Moore to you, okay?
Look, things happen.
You shouldn't blame|yourself.
Blame myself?
Are you insane?
I'm blaming you, you twinkie
and that asshole|of a husband of mine.
So...
Come on, you!
Well, you just got
a quick glimpse|into your future.
When it happens to you,|page me.
Adios, twinkie.
Whoa.
Let's take the Jag.
Yeah, let's take the Jag.
I'd give my life for a hot bath.
What?
A hot... Are we suddenly deaf?
No. I just like hearing you|say "hot bath."
Oh. Well, I'd really like one.
I think I saw a Motel 6|around here somewhere.
Wouldn't you prefer|a five-star hotel?
Sara, your breasts are great,|but...
Joe.
Uh, I don't think
they're going to get us|into a five-star hotel.
Do you think cash would?
Oh, yeah.
Oh, hello, marble bathtub.
Yes!
Do you mind if I have|a $9 bottle of water?
- Coming up.|- Thanks.
So, it says here|that Gordon's going to sell
all his assets|to some company... Kobe West?
Yeah, and, let's not|forget, behind my back.
Music?
Yeah.
So, a quick divorce
then he makes|the deal, huh? Nice.
Yeah, I know.
Seems like Gordon cares|about the money
more than anything.
Unbelievable.
Yeah, unbelievable.
I have something else|to show you.
I did a bit more stealing|from Gordon.
In fact, I got his passport|so he can't leave the country.
Nice work, 99.
Thank you.
Hey, you know what?
He went to St. Barth's|twice in the last month.
And, hey, look at this.
Acapulco on the 17th.
That was our wedding|anniversary.
I distinctly remember|him saying
he had to do business|in Omaha.
Instead, he was, um,|doing Kate in Mexico.
Sara, if Gordon can't tell|how beautiful and sexy
and intelligent you are,|then he is an idiot.
And now I'm an idiot|for saying way too much.
Didn't sound like|too much to me.
'Cause when we're torn apart
Shattered and scarred
to save us
We're just|two tarnished hearts
When in each other's arms...
Am I hearing waves?
Don't you mean fireworks?
No, waves.
Bugger!
Oh!
Oh, God.
Sorry about that.
No, no, that's...
that's okay.
Well, I think I'll just, uh,|go ahead and get in the bath.
Great idea.
I got some Mr. Bubbles|in my bag.
Alone.
You know, I think|our priority has to be
to find Gordon.
Business first.
Right, yeah.
Business first.
You know, I was just about|to say the same thing, so...
- Okay.|- Okay.
Well, I'm going to go out|and get some fresh air...
alone.
- Hi.|- Hi.
I'm a veterinarian.
A cow just beeped me.
and she sunk it
and she drunk it
I had a run of good luck
right into the ground
a show
And I get to play the clown
and she took it...
Hey, hey, hey.|How's Maria?
Very funny.
Can I get you|something, honey?
I would really love|a Miller Longneck.
You got it.
Let's get down|to business, shall we?
Okay.
Look, Gordon is|a complete jerk.
This much we agree on.
And believe me,|I didn't need
his ex-wife|to tell me that.
I'm in it|for the money.
Really?
Yeah.
And I know how|this works.
If you serve Gordon first
then he's going|to New York
and Sara gets half|of a whole lot of money.
But to serve him,|you have to find him.
And you know where he is.
Look, there is no way
that Gordon's marrying me|without a prenup
so if I want to be|a really rich lady...
and I do...
I have got to wait|on him hand and foot
for the next 20 years.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Or... I can serve him up|to you for, let's say...
a million dollars?
And I'll never have|to see him again.
Everybody wins.
Except for Gordo.
Exactly.
Just one snag, though.
None of the money is mine.
I'd have to talk|to Sara first.
So talk.
Hey.
Hey. Nice robe.
Thank you.|Where'd you get to?
You'll see.
Hmm?
What the hell is she doing here?
She paged me.
Why?
Look, before you get|all in a... tizzy
hear her out, okay?
She's got a great plan.
Look, before we
get into all that
I just wanted to say, Sara
I feel really badly
about stealing your husband.
So badly, in fact, that there's|a guy I'd like you to meet.
Sara Moore,|you are hereby served
for divorce under the laws
governing the great|State of Texas.
Joe! Do something.
Take another one for my buddy
Joe here,|just to bust his balls.
Cheese.
Beautiful, beautiful.
Thank you. Mmm...
Classic honey trap.
Oldest trick in the book.
You should read it sometime.
Oh, and I'll see you|back in New York
when you come to|clean out your desk
ass wipe.
Look what I got.
He is cute.
It's too bad
he's just a process server.
So, one look at a girl|in tight pants and big tits
and suddenly you're stupid?
It's not the way this was|supposed to go down.
How could you blow this?
It seemed like a good idea|at the time.
Look, Sara,|can we just focus
on what we have to do now?
Yes, we can.
You can focus|on getting the hell out
of this hotel room.
Go. Get out of here.|Leave. Good-bye.
Good-bye?
That's it?
Yeah.
Go on. There's|nothing else to say.
You a genius, you hear me?
A goddamn genius!
That's all right.
You know what?
It's only been|three white geniuses ever.
Oh, yeah.
Da Vinci, Stallone|in the first Rocky
and now you, Tony.
Oh, thank you, Ray.
I swear...|I love you for this, boy.
I love you for this.
You know what?
I need you to fax me|a copy of the papers
take the originals|down to the courthouse
and get your butt back here.
Oh, yeah.
I'm going to buy you|the biggest steak in Manhattan.
You hear me?
On my way.|On my way, fast as I can.
Okay. Look here, you know what?
It's okay... fly first class.
First class?
- Good.|- First class... all right.
- What?|- Whoa, whoa... wait a minute.
Make that business class.
- Business? Okay.|- Mm-hmm.
I gotcha, uh-huh, huh
didn't ya?
what you promised me
Give it here, come on!
I wore myself out.
Did he...?
Wait a minute, I need a phone.
I need a phone!
Ray, Joe's on line one.
Hello, loser.
You little dirty...|you... you tried
to double-cross me, didn't you?
You know what?|I got something for you.
It's over.
Yeah, I guess|you really got me, Ray.
That's right.
Who's my bitch, huh?
Who's my bi... tch?
Yeah, I'm your bitch.
So, uh, did Tony|make the plane okay?
You know what? He sure did.
And he's flying|first class, too.
Oh... see...
I was really hoping
that he didn't drop|the papers off at city hall.
Well, you can hope|all you want to, Gladys
'cause he did. It's over.
Now, you probably have a, uh...
copy of that file|lying around somewhere.
Would you mind, uh, telling me
what time|my career officially ended?
I'd love to know that.
Remember it, write it down,|paint a picture...
I don't care what you do.
Seven, zero, and then
it's a big four after that.
It's over.
Yeah, that's so funny,|you know
because, uh, my watch here|says it's 6:15.
[Skipped item nr. 1684]
Looks like Retardo Montalban|forgot to set his watch back.
With the time difference|between here and New York
I can still serve Gordon.
I've still got 49 minutes. 49.
You know that number.
Your I.Q.
Hello?
Gordon Moore, Milt.
What do you got?
You want to hear what's great?
Your guy's got Lojack.
For a very reasonable|$50 surcharge
I can tell you exactly|where he is right now.
Milt, you are a beautiful,|beautiful man.
All right,|he's at the southwest corner
of Lakeville and Beverly.
I looked it up.|It's some fancy steak house.
You got it.
You just made five grand.
Sure, but after taxes...?
we will run our safety video.
the captain has turned on
and we'll be departing shortly.
as we back away from the gate.
Sir, please take your seat.
No, excuse me.
Uh, I'm a...|I'm a heart surgeon
and I got a patient that needs|an emergency... heart.
What's the matter?
I don't look like a goddamn|heart surgeon to you?!
Get in.
Are you high?
This is better. Look,|we don't have time for this.
It's over, you idiot.
You've blown it.
We have another hour|to get Gordon.
An hour?
Yeah, uh, Mrs. Siebler,|good news... yeah.
We-we got her.
Uh-huh, yeah, we did.
Listen, there is just|one tiny little thing.
We didn't "get her" get her,|though.
I... I mean, in a way,|we got her
but not like|if you get somebody.
You know how, you say
like if you was playing|hide-and-go-get-it
and you get it, but you don't|really get none of it
but you get it?
That's kind of the way|that we got her...
is she got, but not really got,|if you know what I'm saying.
It's kind of an enigma.
Now to us,|beef might be a big deal
but to a cow,|it's just another day.
You know what to do.
Keep them boys tethered.
Sit.
Shh.
Oh, and I got a belly full|of steer.
Gordon Moore!
I am hereby here|to serve you!
Gordo!
- This is Warren.|- Hey, Warren...
Gordon, finally, damn.
Look, Sara's been served
but there's been a problem.
Hey, you're telling|me there's a problem.
She and that process server
are crawling all over|my ass right now.
I got you, Gordo!
Ooh... damn longhorns.
Uh, Gordon...
Hang on.
Gordo!
Okay, go ahead. Yeah?
Gordon, this whole thing's
a little difficult|to explain right now.
They can still serve you, Gordon
so you can't let them catch you|or you're screwed.
Just stay away from them|for the next 22 minutes.
That'll be till 7:04.
Can you do that, do you think?
Uh...
Yeah, now I can.
Season ticket holder.
Yeah?
Look, I've just talked|to Warren.
Get your ass
down to Union Arena.
We got to keep Joe off|Gordon until 7:04.
Got it. Hey, Ray?
Yeah.
Where the hell's|the Union Arena?
I don't know.
You the one in Texas.
Time for the beasties to battle.
all afternoon.
And here we have the finals...
I have an idea.
What?
Just come on.
Hey, you can't come in here.
Does this phone work?
What are you doing?
Damn it, Cheryl, you|know as well as I do
in about 30 minutes 20,000
of those church-going fans
are going to be puking|up their vital organs
and it's not|going to be pretty.
Whoa. Who are you guys?
Center for Disease Control.
You see,|this man most recently
was bitten by a monkey|at our facility.
My, God, I wish|there was some way
we could warn these poor,|innocent people.
What's your name, son?
Rusty.
Rusty... have you ever|dreamed of being a hero?
Have you, Rusty?
have your attention, please?
Joe?
There is no need for alarm,|but if the individual
pictured on the screen|above you...
Nice job, Rusty...
is sitting anywhere near you
please get up and walk away from|him in a calm, orderly fashion.
He may be a carrier|of the deadly
Ebola virus.
Goddamn you, Joe!
My God!
It's the Ebola guy!
Hey, I'm clean.
That's him.
Shoot him.
No, no, wait.|Don't-Don't shoot him.
Don't shoot him.
I need to serve him!|I need to serve him!
Freeze!
Somebody shoot him!
Hold it.
I'm going to get you, Joe!
Oh, boy.
How do you do this?
Oh, this is gonna be ugly.
Whoa!
Mommy!
Oh.
Get this damn truck off me!
Eat me.
My dog ain't in that fight.
Wh-Whoa. Ding, ding.
Adios, amigos.
Last call, Gordy.
Ooh!
Yes!
Gordon Moore
you are hereby served|for divorce...
under the laws governing|the State of New York.
Here you go, hop-a-Iong.|You know, dusty.
Say "Half."
Hang on.
Ah.
Yes!
Let's rock and roll.
This Gordon guy's going|to need to be quarantined
for about a year.
Excuse me, sir.
Joe.
Hey!
We did it.
Yeah, I guess so.
Ah.
Business first.
You'll get your money,|don't worry.
First, you're going|to get this.
Hey. You mother.
Hey, nice driving|back there.
You're finished, Joe.|You flipped your mark.
You're finished.
Ooh.
I don't believe|you two have met.
Guy who got run over,|guy who ran you over.
Ran me over, asshole!
Screw you, cowboy.
Ow!
So... where were we?
We were just getting|down to business.
Oh, right.
So, 14 months|and a million dollars later
I got my vineyard.
Growing grapes isn't easy
but at least|it's got its benefits.
Joe?
I thought I'd serve you|for a change.
The first bottle.
Cheers.
Good luck.
Better than yesterday.
Yeah.
- Do you want to have sex again?|- Yeah.
If I loved you
Would you like that?
Would you have me
On my front or on my back?
I used to like that
If I trust you
Would it matter?
Would you care more
If I showed you what I hide?
And let you inside
'cause it's not you
I say and do
To cause distress
But this is someone else's mess
Can I kiss you?
Can I try to make you laugh?
Can I have you
On my floor or in my bath?
I used to like that
'cause it's not you
I say and do
To cause distress
But this is someone else's mess
Someone else's mess...
Oh
'cause it's not you
I say and do
To cause distress
someone else's mess...
Someone else's mess...
Someone else's
Someone else's
Someone else's mess
If I loved you
Would you like that?
Would you have me
On my front or on my back?
I used to like that
Yeah
I used to like that
Yeah
Oh
'cause it's not you
I say and do
To cause distress
someone else's mess
Someone else's mess
Someone else's mess
Someone else's mess
Someone else's mess
Someone else's mess
Someone else's mess...
Da, da, da-da, da
Da, da, da-da, da
da-da, da, da
Da, da, da-da, da
Da, da, da-da, da
da-da, da, da.