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In the future, a man struggles to keep his lunar nightclub out of the hands of the mafia.
Pluto Nash: You blew up my wood bar stools. You know how hard it is to get wood on the moon?
Pluto Nash: What happened? James: Obviously, you did something stupid.
Dina Lake: What makes you so sure he'll help us out? Pluto Nash: Oh, he'll help us. He couldn't sing a note if it weren't for me. Dina Lake: You taught Tony Francis how to sing? Pluto Nash: No, I convinced a bookie not to pour some acid down his throat.
Mogan: Hey Bruno. What are you? A 65? Bruno: Model 63. Deluxe. Kelp: 63? Talk about ancient. Bruno: Your sister didn't seem to mind.
Pluto Nash: You married twins? Tony Francis: No, I met the perfect woman, so I had her cloned. Dina Lake: Which one is which? Tony Francis: Who cares?
Rowland: There's a clone doctor named Runa Pedanken. Made a big name for herself creating an entire basketball team from one old guy. Pluto Nash: The Air Jordans. Yeah.
Pluto Nash: That's a cryogenic Chihuahua! Dina Lake: It's a real dog? Pluto Nash: Oh, yeah, it's very delicate. You know it's illegal to bring pets up here. But I got a friend back in Juarez who knows how to freeze-dry these things. Look at that. It's a girl. Pop that little bitch in the particle wave for two minutes on defrost... she'll be running around the room.
Pluto Nash: So where'd you do your singing back Earth? Dina Lake: Oh, weddings, bar mitzvahs, reincarnation rituals. The usual gigs.
Pluto Nash: So how's it going with you and Babbet? Bruno: Me and Babbet? I don't think that's going to happen. I found out that I'm 110 volts and she's a 220. Pluto Nash: Just go to the hardware store and get an adaptor. Bruno: Nah. That just ruins it for me.