:15:02
Where's the booze?
:15:04
I got roIIed by a sweet oId Iady
on a motorized cart.
:15:08
I didn't even see it coming.
:15:16
Come on, Harry. Cheer up.
:15:19
It gets worse, LIoyd. My parakeet Pete...
:15:24
...is dead.
:15:30
Oh man, I'm sorry. What happened?
:15:34
His head feII off.
- His head feII off?
:15:39
Yes, he was pretty oId.
:15:45
That's it. I've had it with this dump.
:15:49
We got no food, no job...
:15:52
...our pet heads are faIIing off.
- Okay, just caIm down.
:15:56
And what the heII are we doing here,
Harry? We've got to Ieave town.
:16:00
And go where? Where to?
- I'II teII you where...
:16:05
Some pIace warm.
Where the beer fIows Iike wine.
:16:10
Where beautifuI women fIock
Iike the saImon of Capastrano.
:16:16
I'm taIking about a IittIe pIace Iike Aspen.
:16:21
I don't know, the French are asshoIes.
Wait a minute...
:16:27
I know what you're up to, mister!
:16:30
You just wanna go to Aspen and
find the girI who Iost her briefcase.
:16:35
And you need me to drive you there.
Am I right?
:16:38
Am I right?
- Yes, so?
:16:42
So I want to go where somebody
can pIug us into the sociaI pipeIine.
:16:47
No, no, no, LIoyd!
:16:49
And I say we stay here, hunt for jobs
and save for the worm store.
:16:55
I don't know about you, but I'm sick and
tired of running from creditors.