The first 189 lines.
Ha!
Ya!
See what I told ya, Claire?
River widens out so much here, it looks like a lake.
Oh, it's gorgeous.
- There's always enough wind to push it forward.
Hey, gimme a hand with this, will you?
- What happened to Ben the lonely navigator,
the one who won't accept anyone's help?
Come on.
Hey, move it, girl!
Otherwise I'm gonna leave you high and dry.
So damn stubborn.
I told you there's no one here.
You can do without your bathing suit.
The trouble is when I take off
my bathing suit, I feel naked.
- Good God, who writes your material?
The water's warm.
So hurry up.
Hold on!
The wind is great.
(laughs) Yeah.
Best windsurfing in the state!
I love it!
Woo!
Watch out.
You might fall down.
I'm gonna hang a hard left here pretty soon.
Hang on tight!
Oh, Ben!
Ben, help!
Okay!
- Help! - Can't 'til I turn around.
- Hey! - Claire.
Hey!
Come on, Claire.
Be right there.
Help!
Help.
Watch out.
Here I come.
Grab onto the boat and I can move on.
She's full.
Just try it!
Claire!
Claire!
Got it.
Hey, gimme a hand, will you?
Did you paint the radioactivity symbol on this one, too?
They told me to paint it on 12 barrels
and this is the last one.
Okay.
Here.
Ready?
Gimme a hand, huh?
You done with this shit, man?
Yeah, this is your last fuckin' barrel
in this fuckin' swamp.
Men.
Here we go.
- We're getting out of here tomorrow, too.
And we ain't coming back, you can bet on it.
I can't stand this shit-filled swamp anymore.
Watch your mouth, amigo.
This swamp is cursed.
Our job is over, Mosquito.
Like the man said, we're getting out of here.
Tomorrow can't come too soon.
Miami, here I come.
Women, booze, and fun. (chuckles)
- Hey, and tomorrow, don't load up the boat
with stuff you don't need, huh?
Leave the rest of your crap behind,
otherwise we don't make it.
Yeah, you just get here on time.
We'll take care of the rest, okay?
Yeah, if I come back to get you.
Or else you can forget about your Miami.
No fuckin' around, man.
No funny tricks, Mosquito.
That's friendly advice.
- Don't shake your little asses around too much.
It's full of crocs around here and they have bad tempers,
so to calm their nerves they eat people alive, get it?
Bye-bye. (speaking in foreign language)
See you tomorrow.
Murder the bastard.
- Is it true what he was saying about the crocodiles?
Nah, all we got here
is leeches and flies.
Hello, hello?
- International Publications, may I help you?
Hello, Jean?
Yes.
Jean, it's me, Russell.
Give me the editor, please.
- Just one moment, I'll see if he's in.
Can you hold on?
It's Mr. Russell on line two, sir.
Yes?
Listen to me, John.
I have very important information, a scoop!
Are you sure?
- And it could blow the lid off the entire organization.
- Get the documentation, Russell, on the quiet.
I don't want you to disappear.
Ah, don't worry about me.
- I'm just worried about seeing that material.
I've taken the necessary precautions.
- Just get it to me quick as you can.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I mean it.
Okay.
Goodbye.
- Turn around nice and slow.
No!
- We gotta get the body outta here and get rid of it.
I mean now.
Morning, everyone.
- Hi, Liza, how ya doin'? - Morning, Liza.
Ready to drop, thanks.
Late again this morning, huh, Liza?
Had to burn off a lot of that old midnight oil
last night I bet.
What time did ya get in?
When you write the society news
it comes with the territory.
If only it weren't all so damn dull.
And every decent looking man you see at these parties
is either married or a faggot.
I can't wait to write something serious.
- Oh, you wanna win yourself a Pulitzer Prize now?
- That's a good idea, just to see you turn green.
No risk.
Don't worry about my skin changing color
for the next little while.
- I really wanna write something different.
Be a hell of a change.
- Well, you might try writing obituaries if you're able.
Takes talent.
Oh please.
A lot of the greats
started out that way.
- Well, you could do articles on new recipes.
With your passion for diets you'd just wow them.
- Your sense of humor leaves a lot to be desired.
One of these days I'll make you eat your words.
Well I wouldn't mind that so much.
It's a cute thought.
As long as I don't have to eat your recipes.
Liza, it's the boss man.
He wants to see you in his office.
Go for it, kid.
The big boss fellow?
I'm wondering just how he wants you, medium rare?
I'll let you know.
- Liza, I have a feeling about it this time.
I'm not kidding.
Hurry back.
I'm just dying of curiosity already.
You'll survive.
- Liza, move it, for God's sake.
Liza's here, Mr. Brown.
I just have to check out some data
and I'll be right with you.
Oh sure.
Mr. Brown, I've got some ideas on...
Unh-unh, don't move, please.
I just gotta check these and I'll be right with you.
All right.
I'm almost finished.
Take your time, I'm in no hurry.
That's the kind of attitude
I'd like to see you develop, Liza.
Work on it.
Why so woebegone?
Did you get dropped?
Didn't you even get propositioned?
Aw, where ya gonna find another job?
No place.
I got a special story to cover and I got a plane to catch.
The Caribbean oughta be just gorgeous this time of year.
I'll send you a postcard.
- Oh well, win a few, lose a few.
- Only when does the winning start?
Oh shit!
Here, ya might still need this.
You can use it to hang yourself.
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