Louie Goes Too Far

And let him get away?

No, not a date. Just dinner tomorrow night.

Well, if it isn't... Mr. Personalities.

Hey, the granola man is into physical culture.

I've got one word for you that's gonna make your body say merci beaucoup. Jazzercise.

In its purest form, it's just you and 25 ladies stretching, twisting and sweating.

And then you need a friend who's not gonna be embarrassed to take you with him. Good luck.

I'm only kidding, Jimbo. Hey, listen, every man needs a cause, and you're mine.

Oh, some punk spray-painted it on my van.

It's probably your imagination... or a rat.

♪ A pretty girl ♪ ♪ Is like a melody... ♪

You know, maybe I'm overdressed. I think I'll change back into what I had on before.

Because I'm hurt. I'm hurt that you would even think that I could do such an awful thing.

So, how come only one eye is tearing?

I'm innocent as a lamb.

You know, there aren't too many do's and don'ts when it comes to women, but in Vic's book, file this under 'W' for whoa!

I've had four heroes in my life. Saint Thomas Aquinas, Mahatma Gandhi, Alan Alda and you.

I can't look you in the eye, Iggy, because Nardo just stuck a finger in this one. But I didn't do it.

Buns, buns, buns, buns. Buns, buns.

There's one word I never want to hear as long as I live... jazzercise.

Hey, who's the toots?

Hey, I saw her first, Reiger.

Might I suggest a spanking?

You know, I'm still gonna have to, uh, testify against you. Give me that! You got 4-13, the widow maker.

Uh, Sweet 'N Low.

I should be talking to the banana.

You lost the battle, huh? Nope. You lost your job.

So why do I feel sorry for that broken toilet of a man?

You never liked me, and I never liked you. I'm going out there, and I'm going to claw, backstab, lie, cheat, walk all over people, do whatever I have to, to get to the top of this dung heap we call a life.

Oh, I miss him already.

Hi. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

If you don't listen to me, I'll kill myself. I swear I will... I'll kill myself. Oh, no, you won't... you are not the kind of person who takes his own life. Unfortunately.

He didn't give his name. Oh, get out of my way.

I'm going to the unemployment line. I'm going there with the derelicts, the washouts, the scuzzos.

It's a ploy... he's faking.

I'm a warm, sensitive human being! You've got to believe me!

He's got a good soul.

Hey, I'm the one he liked.

It's wrong because we're not supposed to peek at girls without their clothes on.

You mean... if I understood what was wrong with what I did, then you'd forgive me and give me my job back? But you won't understand. But what if I did?

Thank God I watched that Donahue show about broads.

Twice a year, I... I have to go get new clothes, and, uh, I, uh... the only way that I can... the only way I can get anything to fit me is, uh... I have to go to, uh, a men's store and walk straight to the boys' department and ask if... they have anything in the husky sizes.

Twice a year, I have to go get new clothes, and, uh, the only way I can get anything to fit me is... I have to go to a men's store and walk straight to the boys' department and ask if they have anything in the husky sizes. Huskies... I hate them.

You're lucky. At least you won't outgrow it in six months.

I mooned her.

wearing your new corduroys, making that noise.

And then, all the parents tell their kids... not to stare.

Is that the way I made you feel when I peeked? Kind of.

Is that the way I made you feel when I peeked? Kind of.