The first 200 lines.
We're gonna die up here.
Where the hell did he go?
Juan!
That idiot.
Oh! Oh!
Well, Burt, you are almost rich.
No!
Shut up, Juan!
No!
Juan!
You get back to work.
What is it?
I don't know.
I bet the old man knew. You shouldn't have shot him.
Come on, pitch to Zippy. Only $1.
Come on, you'll double your money if you can strike him out.
Come on, Miss, you wanna try it? One dollar you can double your money.
Three-card Monte. This is the game for ladies and gentlemen,
not playing baseball with a jungle creature.
Nine's nine. Miss the red nine and your money's mine.
Man against beast here. Come on, $1.
One dollar and you can double your money.
How'd you do that, huh? You got X-ray vision?
Are you one of those psychic freaks? Yo, just keep on walking.
This game's for normal people, not you psychic freaks.
Nine's nine. Who's next?
Circle.
Star.
Wavy lines.
Star.
Try again.
Concentrate, damn it. Your mind is a jumble of idiotic nonsense.
Where did you get your degree from anyway?
University of Oklahoma.
That's great.
If we have a stampede, you'll know just what to do.
It's been 40 minutes, Mr. Gress.
Relax, I've almost got it.
- You did it. - Yes.
I also wet my pants.
This is cold. Right out of the package. Never been used.
Amazing.
This is from the cafeteria here at the college.
Remind me not to eat here.
This is...
Oh, god.
- Oh, Jesus. - Yes?
The woman's... her husband's back. Eight, nine times.
Yes, we know.
You know?
How could you give that to me?
Don't you know how hard it is for me to have to see things like that?
We have to test you. In science...
Now I won't be able to sleep. What a sight. His whole...
Someone's had sex on this table.
Thank you very much, Mr. Deezy. That will be enough for today.
Alright, Miss Pickle.
Pickel, Dr. Weinie.
- Weiner. - Sorry.
Dr. Thompson has your envelope, which he sealed last night.
Now, I'm going to do a drawing.
Now Dr. Thompson opens Miss Pickel's envelope.
Dr. Weiner, when did you decide to draw a picture of an elephant?
Just this second.
She predicted it perfectly.
Miss Pickel, you're fabulous.
I've been told that before. Then they never call.
I'm working for a TV network now. I predict the hits and the flops.
How you doing, Lyle? How's that pretty missus of yours?
- Oh, fine. - He's married to a former Miss Universe.
- Really? - Yeah, I don't just move ashtrays.
How about you, Dave? Still training attack dogs?
It's a living.
Dave can talk to animals.
Goody. I didn't know I was having lunch with Dr. Doolittle.
I have never seen you at one of these studies.
No, this is my first one.
What made you come to this one?
Well, for the same reason as all of you, I suppose. To learn more about our gifts.
I mean, where do they come from?
And will we pass them on to our children?
What if two psychics, perhaps two people at this very table, reproduced?
It all depends. Are we including Baby Huey?
I'm not unhappy telling you that next week,
you're going to be hit by a very fast-moving car.
Hey, let me eat what I want. Leave me alone.
As you were saying, Nick.
When did you become an authority?
Alright, I'll ask.
Yo! Stretch! When you eat fast, you don't gain weight, right?
To whom were you speaking?
To youm.
No, no, I mean just before. You were talking to somebody?
That's Louise. She's my friend in the spirit world.
I'm talking to somebody.
Lunatic.
Then you're a trans-medium. Gee, that's very impressive.
You think that's impressive?
I'm only two credits shy of graduating from Madam Sally's School of Beauty.
- Boola-boola. - That's great.
What's your problem? Aside from your face.
Good afternoon. I see you're getting to know each other.
Only too well.
Excellent!
And now that we're almost done,
I can tell you how delighted we are with the results.
This has been the most exciting week I could have imagined.
Dr. Steele, wouldn't it have been better to
just concentrate on the one or two best of us?
Well, we thought of that.
And indeed it was tempting to spend the last days just with Nick and Sylvia.
Nick and Sylvia?
The most impressive psychic talents
I've come across in 15 years research.
But of course, you other four also have a great deal to offer.
Enjoy lunch.
Doctor.
Hey, Doc.
- Dr. Steele. - Yes, Sylvia.
We've been working together now for a week,
and I was wondering, if maybe you want to move in with me?
Move in?
Just kidding.
Ooh.
Firm.
That's my calculator.
But this is my heart.
Oh.
Really, though,
if you'd like to continue working together...
I have your number.
Congratulations.
Well, he may call, he may not.
Oh, no. I mean about being top of the class.
Oh!
You, too.
What's your shtick again? You touch things?
Psychometry.
Wow.
What the hell is that?
Psychometry.
Well, I touch things, as you say. I can take an object
and tell you where it's been, who's come in contact with it.
Any money in that?
Dough? Geetus?
No, not directly.
I'm a curator in a museum.
I examine ancient artifacts and...
Oh, stretcheroo, I gotta tell you something.
Yes, one moment, please, but an important one.
We've been through stretch, stretcheroo, next it will be stretch mark.
Where will it end?
Okay, okay. Here's what I need to know.
Do you have a girlfriend?
Yes, I do.
I'm sorry. I'm sure you're a very nice young woman...
- Hey! - Yeah?
Wait till I offer before you turn me down.
It's just that my psychic guide, Louise, is worried about you.
- She says your girlfriend, Hillary... - Hillary!
Yes, is she hurt? Is something the matter with her?
Worse. She's playing bouncy-bouncy with another guy.
I'm trying to be as delicate as I can.
Hillary? No!
Yeah, well, that's what Louise says.
No, we're practically affianced.
I'm the tree on which hangs the fruit of her life. She calls me Honey Muffin.
- Honey Muffin? - Yeah.
She calls you Honey Muffin, and I can't call you Stretcheroo?
Listen, I'm sure you're a brilliant psychic, but no, she wouldn't.
- Hey, cheer up. See you. - Fine. Goodbye.
You don't know Hillary. I do. That's why I'm not worried.
If I thought for one moment she wasn't faithful, I'd be...
Gee, I think this Jell-O was bad. I'm... I feel dizzy.
Sometimes they don't refrigerate it.
Are you done?
And you're available in the next few months. I can count on you?
You can count on me, draw on me, anything you want.
That's wonderful. You're a very special person.
Taxi!
Nick!
- Nick... - Steele.
I wish you'd reconsider becoming part of my project.
It's going to be very exciting.
I've kind of made a decision. I don't want to be a psychic anymore.
What?
Yeah, I'm going to turn my attention to ceramics.
I'll send you a donkey.
Nick, that's a gibe.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You know, I've something on my mind, though,
which I'm sure is nothing, but until I take care of it,
which I'm sure I won't have to do,
I can't really talk about your program or whatever.
Right. Nick needs time to be Nick.
That's fine. I understand.
- Yes, well... - What is it?
I'm sorry, there's a guy taking my picture over there.
Hey, hang on.
What the hell are you doing? Come back! Come back here, damn it!
What's all this about, do you suppose?
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