[after having his offer rebuffed by Ned Brainard]
Alonzo P. Hawk:
Well, there goes the ball game. He'll telephone Washington, and by tomorrow, this place will be swarming with sharpies.
Biff Hawk:
Supposing you did get the professor's discovery? Did you mean what you said about not closing down Medfield?
Alonzo P. Hawk:
[not listening]
If they get a hold of that flying jalopy before I do, there's millions right down the drain.
Biff Hawk:
Because if you did, I've got an idea.
Alonzo P. Hawk:
Quiet, son. I'm tryin' to think.
Biff Hawk:
Switch cars on him.
Alonzo P. Hawk:
[still not listening]
That idiot Brainard! If he could have...
[finally catches on to what Biff said; brightly]
Alonzo P. Hawk:
What did you say, son?
Biff Hawk:
Switch cars on him. There are other old Model T's around.
Alonzo P. Hawk:
Yeah... there are, aren't there, Biffer?
Biff Hawk:
There's a fellow in Appleton that's...
Alonzo P. Hawk:
Hold it. I'm way ahead of you.
[to Lenny]
Alonzo P. Hawk:
Lenny, take the Appleton turnoff.
[to Biff]
Alonzo P. Hawk:
Hey, you know something? You're all right, son. Of course, you got a little of your mother in you, but actually, well, you're just me all over again.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:15