RB Rubin Bartlett
Not so fast!
Ernest P. Worrell [After being 'resurrected' by the electric chair and is stopped by Rubin Bartlett from leaving]: You better watch out Rubin. I'll zot you.
RB Rubin Bartlett
You're a dead man, Worrell.
Very well. You know I am Ernest P. Worrell, electro-man. [His electrical flux fails and several metal things stop clinging and fall off his body] A-hih-heh-hih-hih! You know, you have a classic Greek profile.
RB Rubin Bartlett
Come on, Lyle, we gotta get rid of this guy before he blows the whole thing!
Nash, lawyer's got somethin' to tell you.
Rubin's attorney: I'm afraid I've got some bad news, Mr. Nash. Our last appeal was turned down. It was our final hope. I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do.
RB Rubin Bartlett
As in "death", you know, "death row."
Oh, well, I... [realizes what they're talking about] Death row? You mean like the chair?! The hot seat? Dead meat, deep 6, it's over pal, you're outta here bub, the groundhog's are bringing you your mail, you're picking turnips with a step ladder? Like, the no-tomorrow row? That kind of row? Oh no! The row?! You gotta tell him who I am, fellas! [Rubin exchanges looks with his lawyer] I'm Ernest P. Worrell! I'm not Nash, I'm Ernest!
Zip it up, Nash. [turns to the guards] Get him outta here.
[the guards begin dragging Ernest from his cell to death row]
Warden, you're gonna feel terrible when you find out what a big mistake you made. And, you, pal, you're not getting any more of my business. I'm not Nash, I tell you, I'm Ernest! I'm Ernest P. Worrell!
RB Rubin Bartlett
Not so fast!
[After being 'resurrected' by the electric chair and is stopped by Rubin from leaving]
You better watch out Rubin. I'll zot you.
RB Rubin Bartlett
You're a dead man, Worrell.
Very well. You asked for it. After all, I am Ernest P. Worrell, electro-man. [His electrical flux fails and several metal things stop clinging and fall off his body] A-hih-heh-hih-hih! Did I ever tell you that you really have a classic Greek profile?
RB Rubin Bartlett
Shut up.
Lyle Let him go.
Lyle! You talk! That's great!
RB Rubin Bartlett
Have you flipped? Come on, we've got to get rid of this guy before he blows the whole thing!
Lyle No, he's different than us!
RB Rubin Bartlett
Shut up and get out of my way! [Lyle knocks him to the ground unconscious]
Lyle You better go. Mr. Nash is probably robbing the bank right now.
Nash? Well, come with me.
Lyle I don't belong out there. I got a place in here.
Well, I'm gonna miss you, big buddy.
Lyle Ernest, things won't be the same without you. You know what I mean?
I believe anyone does. So long, Lyle. I'll send you a cake. I'm coming, Charlotte!
