This burrito is delicious, but it is filling.
- ( tires screeching ) - ron: Whoa!
Antony and cleopatra!
( groaning ) ( groaning continues )
Goddamn son of--
What the hell, bro'?
Hello, neighbor.
- Did you throw a burrito out your window? - I believe I did.
Are you high or something? Did you see what happened?
I did. That was a terrific spill. That's quite a raspberry.
That's my chopper you just thrashed, broseph.
Easy, compadre. I'm your friend out here, all right?
I want you to fix my chopper before I stomp your goofy ass!
If you want to throw down, fine.
I've got jack johnson and tom o'leary waiting for you.
You destroyed the only thing I love.
All right? There it is. What do you love?
I love poetry.
And a glass of scotch.
And, of course, my friend baxter here.
Well, guess what. Now this is happenin'.
Excuse me. Excuse me. What are you doing?
- ( splash ) - that's how I roll.
Bax! ( gasps )
No...!
- Where the hell is he? - He'll be here.
- I thought he was mr. Dependable. - It's not like ron.
I'd put brick on, but unless he's tracking a storm front, he's useless.
- Excuse me, gentlemen. - Oh, hello.
Just want you to know if ron does not show up, I am ready to go on.
You and I have had this discussion a million times.
There's never been a woman anchor.
Mr. Harken,
- This city needs its news. - Oh.
You're gonna deprive them of that because I have breasts?
Exquisite breasts?
I am gonna go on, and if you want to stop me, bring it on.
Because I am good at three things:
Fighting, screwing and reading the news.
I've already done one of those today, so what's the other one gonna be?
Uh-- screwing?
( grunts )
I will be in makeup.
