30.03.2005, 21:55
Das fand ich auch sowas von witzig (hab ich nur auf Englisch im Moment):
KIRK: Eggs. Gotta get the eggs. [He almost runs into a couple.]
GIRL: Whoa.
GUY: Whoa, buddy.
KIRK: Eggs. [He turns and frightens an old woman on the sidewalk.] Aaah!
WOMAN: Aaah! [She runs away.]
KIRK: Aaah! [He stumbles further and collapses to ground. He looks up and sees Luke standing before him.] Flower show's tomorrow. Flower show's tomorrow, and I can't find the last twelve eggs. [crying] I let Taylor down. He's like a father to me. I think he is my father.
LUKE: He's not your father.
KIRK: No, my father's my father, which means Taylor's my tailor. I wonder how much he charges to hem pants.
LUKE: He's not your tailor.
KIRK: I let him down! I let Taylor down. I let the whole town down. He won't like me anymore.
[Luke drops a plastic bag full of eggs on the ground before Kirk.]
KIRK: What's this?
LUKE: It's the last twelve eggs.
KIRK: The last --
LUKE: you picked some screwy places to hide them. Don't do that again.
KIRK: The last twelve?
LUKE: Tell Taylor you found them. Be the hero. [walks away]
KIRK: [climbs to feet] Thank you. Thank you! [shouting] I love you, Luke Danes! I love you!
LUKE: [muttering to himself] I'm stupid.
KIRK: [yelling loudly] I love you! I love Luke Danes! Love, love!
KIRK: Eggs. Gotta get the eggs. [He almost runs into a couple.]
GIRL: Whoa.
GUY: Whoa, buddy.
KIRK: Eggs. [He turns and frightens an old woman on the sidewalk.] Aaah!
WOMAN: Aaah! [She runs away.]
KIRK: Aaah! [He stumbles further and collapses to ground. He looks up and sees Luke standing before him.] Flower show's tomorrow. Flower show's tomorrow, and I can't find the last twelve eggs. [crying] I let Taylor down. He's like a father to me. I think he is my father.
LUKE: He's not your father.
KIRK: No, my father's my father, which means Taylor's my tailor. I wonder how much he charges to hem pants.
LUKE: He's not your tailor.
KIRK: I let him down! I let Taylor down. I let the whole town down. He won't like me anymore.
[Luke drops a plastic bag full of eggs on the ground before Kirk.]
KIRK: What's this?
LUKE: It's the last twelve eggs.
KIRK: The last --
LUKE: you picked some screwy places to hide them. Don't do that again.
KIRK: The last twelve?
LUKE: Tell Taylor you found them. Be the hero. [walks away]
KIRK: [climbs to feet] Thank you. Thank you! [shouting] I love you, Luke Danes! I love you!
LUKE: [muttering to himself] I'm stupid.
KIRK: [yelling loudly] I love you! I love Luke Danes! Love, love!