The first 200 lines.
Move it! What? You scared me!
Move outta here. I know, I... Look, the car is temporarily out of order.
And it'll be ready in a minute. I swear.
All right, get this thing out of here, right now.
Wait a minute, guys. Don't get excited.
I'm trying to get this fixed.
Lady, will you move your goddamn car out of the way!
I'm very sorry. I'm very, very sorry.
It always starts sooner or later if we're just really patient.
This is an official convoy.
What's going on?
All right, get out.
- Get out of the car. - I'm gonna be late.
- Come on! - This happens a lot
- and, um, I'm gonna be okay. - We got it, we got it.
Roll down the window.
I don't know, sir.
Can you open the door? Could you open the door?
I can't, because, look...
See? See this thing?
It's always been that way.
I can't open the door. Oh, God!
Young lady, get this thing outta here!
I don't blame you!
You've got to move this car, lady.
I'd open the door but I can't.
I can't. I can't. I'm locked in here.
I'm going to have an anxiety attack.
Oh, no!
Oh!
This is mental!
Oh, this is great. Gosh, thank you so much.
Anytime. I'm so late.
The second time this week.
I'm late.
The car? Yeah.
I'm late.
Lou's going to kill me.
And if tonight's banquet
in honor of the visiting Emir Khaled Abin Abdul Majid
has its desired effect,
State Department insiders predict that the administration
will soon be announcing the start of construction
on a major military base in the emir's remote
but strategically located Middle Eastern country.
State department...
Presidential aide, John J. Hilley, was accused today
of being overly ambitious and overly zealous by several congressmen.
Brad, not in the middle of the afternoon.
Oh, Kim, middle of the afternoon,
middle of the night, what's the difference?
Brad, we can't. It's just not right. It's just not right.
Right? I'll show you what's right.
This is right.
And this...
And this...
Hi, sweetie! Hi.
I'm late. The car?
Yeah.
Oh!
Taxi!
Taxi!
Hi!
Hey, Sunny! No car?
No car.
Can I give you a ride home, later?
No, thanks, Jimmy. I got a date.
Hi, Lou. Nice, Sunny.
Nice. Thank you very much for showing up.
Oh, geez, am I late?
How come you were running like that if you didn't know you were late?
Exercise. Ah!
Funny. Very Funny!
See, I can't pay my taxes here.
The joint's dying on us...
I'm real sorry. I promise I'll be on time
the whole rest of the week, okay?
What rest of the week? It's Friday already.
Look, you can make it up to me by working cleanup tonight.
Oh, Lou, not tonight. Please, I have a late date.
Sunny, who're you going out with?
Guess.
Uh, the Friday night special?
Oh, come on, Donna. Give me a break.
He's not so bad.
What do you expect for Christ's sake, this is Washington, D.C.
The men are all married, or gay, or they work for the government.
Or all three. How come you got the zebra?
I got here first.
Well, what does that mean? I get the giraffe?
No. Francine has the giraffe tonight.
Oh, no!
Oh, yes! Oh, no way!
No way! There's absolutely no way I...
What are you yelling about? What's the matter with you?
I will not walk around this place
dressed like a goddamn chicken!
That is not a chicken, that is an emu!
An emu? I've never heard of an emu!
Nobody I know ever heard of an emu.
So, wear it yourself!
No, dear, I'm not a chicken.
I'm an emu.
That's emu.
E-M-U.
No, sweetie, I will not sit on your eggs.
God, I've got to get something together
for my car which had a total breakdown today.
God, I'm so broke.
See that guy over there? The one with the green jacket.
Yeah? He's looking for a good time.
Well, I think he's gonna have a lot of trouble finding it.
Look, I know you don't go for stuff like that,
but the guy gave me 10 bucks for an introduction.
An introduction, that's all.
Yeah? Well, tell him I said "How do you do?"
Hey, sunshine, listen to me.
I've got a couple extra hundred bucks
and I'm not doing anything with it.
You wouldn't have to worry about paying me back right away.
Oh, I'm okay, Ella. Really, I am.
I'm serious! You know my friend I told you about?
Sure. Well, he's been real generous lately.
I mean, real generous. You know what I mean?
I think so.
See this?
Now, don't tell anyone. It's real.
Wow!
See these? They're not.
He paid for all three.
Now listen, my friend has some friends, very nice guys.
You should go out with us some time.
Oh, no. I couldn't.
I didn't say I didn't believe you.
I just said that I thought it was very interesting
that you used the same excuse last week.
No, that was last week.
Your sister's kid's measles was the week before.
I'm not yelling! I'm just speaking distinctly!
No, you can't come over later because later is the middle of the night.
And anyway, while we're on the subject,
I want to say something. I want...
God, it's got to get better.
Does it?
Doesn't it?
Sure it does.
Good night, sweetheart.
Good night, honey.
Among the celebrities we expect to see tonight
are the president himself and his honored guest,
the Emir Khaled Abin Abdul Majid.
Washington insiders consider tonight's gala
to be the beginning of a series of attempts
on the part of the administration,
to arrange an important strategic deal with the emir.
A deal that would involve the establishment of a major American military presence
in that Middle Eastern country.
Although the emir has had to struggle for some years
to reconcile dissident factions
within his traditionally conservative nation,
he is considered powerful enough,
if not popular enough, to assure his own people
that the long-term economic benefits from such an arrangement
would more than help his suffering country.
Excuse me! Excuse me!
Right this way, please.
Who is it? Is it the president?
Yes, right here, thank you.
Now, one more. Elizabeth!
Just one more, please. Thank you.
How are you?
This is our car.
There he is!
Oh!
Oh!
Ouch!
Ooh! Ow! What've you got in there, a gun?
A gun?
A gun! A gun!
I got him! I got him!
He got me! He got me!
At approximately 11:45,
when the president's banquet in honor of
the state visit of the Emir Khaled Abin Abdul Majid was breaking up,
and the would-be assassin appeared in the crowd.
According to eyewitnesses and the information we have developed so far,
reveals that the name of that real-life heroine
is Sunny Ann Davis.
And that her selfless action in the face of great danger...
The cocktail waitress apparently threw herself
in the path of the bullet from the alleged would-be killer's gun.
Jerry. What?
It's Sunny.
There is still no word as to her condition.
On the lighter side...
No identification yet of the gun-wielding man
who to the horror of hundreds of terrified witnesses
made his abortive attempt on the life of the emir.
We have still not been told exactly how serious
the courageous Miss Davis' medical condition might be.
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