(train whistle blows)
We did it!
12 straight hours of limbo.
I haven't done thatsince my honeymoon.
Hermes, Hermes, rememberthat flock of bats?
I sure do.
That was fun.
BENDER:Where are we?
I have no idea.
(both yell and groan)
Hey, we're just a stone'sthrow from Tijuana.
MAN: Dios mio!
A rock has fallen herein the outskirts of Tijuana.
Is it withinthe city limit?
I think, yes.
Hey, you wantto celebrate our escape?
Maybe grab a shot of tequila andtake in a big-league cockfight?
Sure. No, wait.
I was built in Tijuana.
Maybe Inspector Fivestill works there.
He better do some 'splainin'
before I mash upsome face guacamole.
He's Mexican,I'm Mexican.
Let me handle this.
Sus papeles, por favor?
Here are our passports, visas,
and Homeland Securitypermission slips.
Notarized and starched.
I also would have accepteda bribe.
You know, I wasin Italy last week.
My birthplace.It's closed!
There's not evena shrine to me
with a gift shop,selling piñatas of me!
End of theline, mon.
Come on, we can still catch atwi-night double-cockfight.
What's thatin the Mexican garbage?
Looks like a half-eatencheese diaper.
No, next to that.
A half-eatenemployee directory.
BENDER:Inspector Five's home address!
His ass-ias is gracias!