[after knocking out the four-armed alien]
Still keep the key under the ashtray.
Lucky guess. Now, where were we?
Bowling Ball Head I was just about to tell you to screw off.
[to Agent J]
Hey, slick, you bowl in the future?
Absolutely, MIB league champ, three years running.
Well, let's see it. [walks up to the alien and pulls his head off; Agent J is slightly horrified by this as Young Agent K hands the head to him]
Bowling Ball Head Uh! You can not just walk into my establishment and rip my head off!
My man, look. We don't have a lot of time for this. You really need to tell him something.
Bowling Ball Head I'll tell him this! [gestures rudely and glares at Young Agent K]
Alright, your head. [Bowling Ball Head's face fills with fear as Agent J carries him to a lane; Young Agent K inhales with exasperation]
Bowling Ball Head Wait... Hey, if you do this, I am gonna hunt you down, and I will make sure that you walk funny for the– [J rolls him down the aisle, knocking over 8 pins, leaving pins 7 and 10 still standing] rest of your miserable last days on Earth! Unh!
Tough spare, slick. [Agent J groans; the Bowling Ball Head rolls into the ball return]
Bowling Ball Head You messed with the wrong head!
His head is a little... [walks up to the ball return and humorously peers inside]
You gonna tell us where Dom is?
Bowling Ball Head [angrily speaking unintelligibly]
I'll kill you both. I swear I'll kill both of youse!
[as he prepares to roll the alien's head down the aisle again, he accidentally drops it, and it hits the floor]
Ooh!
Bowling Ball Head Ow! Jesus! [Young Agent K grabs a bag for cleaning bowling balls]
Looks like your hook's a little off. You want me to clean her?
[figuring it might make him talk]
Oh, yeah, sure thing. [throws the head to Young Agent K, who immediately starts rubbing him with the bag]
Bowling Ball Head Oh, no, no, no! Aw, come on! I just cleaned the bathroom with this thing! Please, no cleaning! No cleaning! Stop cleaning! Okay! Okay, alright! [Young Agent K stops and removes the head from the bag] Alright, he's in the back. But he's not gonna talk to any Men in Black scum like you! [while talking, the headless body points at Young Agent K] Now give me back my head! [Young Agent K ignores his demand and throws the head back to Agent J]
Bowling Ball Head [as Agent J puts his fingers in his nose]
Oh!
Bowling Ball Head That ain't a finger hole, you sick bastard! [Agent J turns and approaches the aisle and rolls the head between his legs; it bounces slightly towards the pins] Ow! How about I pop your head off and see how you like it?! [Agent J humorously makes it look like he's directing the ball; the Bowling Ball Head rolls right into Pin 7, knocking it into Pin 10] Ow! [the Bowling Ball Head, upside down, seethes with anger at the agents]
[satisfied]
Ooh! Mmm! [gestures to Young Agent K to go to the back room]
Bowling Ball Head I'm gonna kill both of you! I'm gonna kill the both of youse! I'll kill you both!
K! [O notices Agent J trying to call for his partner] Alright. You got me. I give it to you, it's funny, very elaborate. [to everyone looking at him] Oh, and all of you. Fantastic performances. Can't believe you waited 14 years to develop a sense of humor, but, this is a good one. But, K, I need you to come out here now, 'cause I'm really starting to get a little bit pissed off!
O Agent J, would you mind keeping your voice down, and telling me who it is you're looking for?
O Who is K?
[grunts]
You, too? You, too?
O I mean, who is he to you?
My partner! Older gentlemen! 110, maybe 111 years old. Sort of a surly-Elvis thing happening with him. He smiles, like this: [J makes a poker face] Seen him around?!
O [appearing a bit saddened]
I'll take you to K.
World class serial killer out there and we're having pie
What you do with your spare time, stretch?
You see, I sense you not embracing the concept here. Pie don't work unless you let it.
Well you said we don't talk, right? Go ahead, ask me any question, anything you want, as long as it doesn't have to do with the case. Just let her rip.
What's up with you and O?
Alright, alright. Alright, this is it: a while back, I was assigned to keep tabs on a musician, Mick Jagger, he was in this British band, Rolling Stones...
We believed he was on the planet to breed with Earth women, so I was in London and that's when I met O. Smart, funny, great smile, and we find ourselves in this pub, Whistlers Bar, warm beer and the worst food you ever ate. We just played darts 'til the sun came up, neither of us wanted to leave...
What the hell happened to you, man?
I don't know, it hasn't happened yet. What about you, Slick? In the future, you got yourself a girl?
You helped Boris the Animal time jump. [**** his weapon]
Jeffrey Price Whoa, whoa! Ok, I had to! That dude's a freak!
He killed my partner! I want to know when and where you sent him.
Jeffrey Price What, you think I keep, like, a log book?
[He glances down at his log book and winces. Jay flips it open.] [reading]
"Target vector: July 16, 1969."
Jeffrey Price All right, all right. That's a real bummer about your buddy. I'm sure that he was, like, a really great guy, but in terms of the whole space-time continuum, your friend was like a little blip on the historical radar!
Jeffrey Price [J spins him around to a wall of televisions, seeing a news report on the Boglodites invading Earth.]
Oh... that's a big blip.
AW Agent W
GOD DAMN IT K! What, are you trying to blow my cover?!
Agent W, your cover is safe.
Woah, Andy Warhol's one of us?!
AW Agent W
Safe? Are you out of your mind? I'm so out of ideas, I'm painting...soup cans and bananas for Christ sakes.
Uh, actually, Mr Warhol, I'm a huge fan of your work.
AW Agent W
Oh thank you. Who's the dumbass?
Woah, how about a little professional courtesy.
AW Agent W
What's that dumbass?
AW Agent W
You want me too?
So what are you doin' on my turf, K?
Tracking a killer, a Boglodite. We have reason to believe he's gonna hit here next, Glamourian.
Right solar system, wrong planet. He's gotta be after the Archanan.
Well, apparently they're not. One washed ashore last week. The whole Roswell circuit's all abuzz about it. Alien unicorn, last of its species. His name's Griffin. Griffin The Archanan.
You haven't changed very much. I see the arm I shot off is... still shot off.
Yes... my arm. [caresses his pet] We've thought about that moment every day for the last forty years.
Well, that's just not living a full life.
I can promise you it will be longer than yours.
Lonelier, too, since you're the last Boglodite standing.
We'll see about that. But first, I wanted the pleasure of killing you...
[arrives on the roof]
Yo, K. [Boris starts shooting spikes at J and K, who use the door that J came through as a shield]
Where the hell have you been?
Fishing! [Boris continues to shoot spikes until J and K fall off of the roof]
You don't know it, K, but you're already dead.
