Buenos días.
Pop 'n' Taco.
Most scenes together: Fletch & Alan Stanwyk (3), Fletch & Gail Stanwyk (3)
Buenos días.
Pop 'n' Taco.
Are you a cop?
As far as you know.
Are you gonna take me to jail for car theft?
Why? Did you steal the car?
I sure did.
Well, I'm not even sure that's a crime anymore. There've been a lot of changes in the law.
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I always use a little chewing gum on these rides. It filters out the pollutants.
Oh shit!
Of course you've got some good grillwork there to keep out the ozone. I gotta get this thing up to 95, uh, check out the fluorocarbon output.
I'm sorry, who are you again?
I'm Frieda's boss.
Who's Frieda?
My secretary.
Ever seen a spleen that large?
No, not since breakfast.
Can I help you Dr...?
Oh it's me, Dr. Rosenpenis. I'm just here to check out Alan Stanwyk's file.
Dr. who?
Dr. Rosenrosen, I just need to get to the records room.
What was that name again?
It's Dr. Rosen, I want to check the records room.
Dr. who?
Dr. Rosen! Where's the records room?
What kind of a name is Poon?
Comanche Indian.
Excuse me sir, you are a member of the club?
No, I'm here with the Underhills.
The Underhills? They are left, Señor.
Oh they'll be back. He went out for his urinalysis.
Would you like to order something, sir? I will put it on the Underhills' bill.
Oh, yes. Very well. I'll have a Bloody Mary, a steak sandwich and a...steak sandwich.
What the hell you need ball bearings for?
Awww, come on guys, it's so simple maybe you need a refresher course. [leans arm on hot engine part, then jumps away] Heyya! It's all ball bearings nowadays. Now you prepare that Fetzer valve with some 3-in-1 oil and some gauze pads, and I'm gonna need 'bout ten quarts of anti-freeze, preferably Prestone. No, no make that Quaker State.
Aren't you gonna read me my rights?
You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to have your face kicked in by me. You have the right to have your balls stomped on by him.
I think I'll waive my rights.
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Why don't you two leave us alone?
Yeah, go down to the gym and pump each other.
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What's your name?
Fletch.
What's your full name?
Fletch F. Fletch.
What do you do for a living, Mr. Fletch?
I'm a shepherd.
Why are you doing this, Mr. Fletch?
I like men. I like to be manhandled. I like you.
Keep ten for yourself. Go and get yourself a nice piece of ass.
Thank God. The police.
As I pulled up to my palatial, imitation apartment building, I noticed the familiar red Oldsmo-Buick of Mr. Arnold T. Pants, Esquire. Attorney for the former Mrs. Irwin M. Fletcher. Time to use the service entrance.
Can I borrow your towel? My car just hit a water buffalo.