pumping up with hans and franz

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  elemanlar hans and franz adinda, alman aksani ile ingilizce konusan arnold schwartzenegger hayrani ve dostu vucut gelistiriciler olup televizyonda vucut gelistirme ile ilgili bi sohbet programi yapmaktadirlar...
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  announcer: good evening. an welcome again to "pumping up with hans & franz", the informative training program for the serious weightlifter.
  
  franz: hello! we're back!
  
  hans: i am hans.
  
  franz: and i am franz.
  
  together: and we just want to.. [ clap ] pump.. you up!
  
  hans: alright. but before we can pump you up tonight, we have to answer a piece of viewer mail.
  
  franz: ya. ya. this is a letter we received from a bill tompkins. i'll only read an excerpt, so i don't go into his loser details. "dear hans & franz: i have recently seen your.. mo-.. mo-"
  
  hans: moronic.
  
  franz: "..your moronic show, and have wondered why you don't open your own gym. maybe you are too stupid." [ crumples letter ] you know, maybe you thought this letter would make us angry; but it only makes us sad.
  
  hans: really, ya. we are sad, you know, because anyone who calls us "stupid" is really just jealous. because their girlfriend looks at us, then looks at him, and realzies she's cuddling up with a little girly-man!
  
  franz: ya. ya, girly-man. hear me now and believe me later - but don't think about it ever, because, if you try to think, you might cause a flabulance!
  
  hans: ya!
  
  franz: poor little girly-man, alone in his girly-house!
  
  hans: sorry, mr. girly-man, but here's a treat for your girlfriend!
  
  [ hans & franz flex their muscles egotistically ]
  
  hans: alright.
  
  franz: oh, and thank you so much for the letter. [ put crumpled letter in his mouth and swallows ]
  
  hans: ya! ya, don't think for a minute he's not eating it, because beleive me he is!
  
  franz: that was one delicious piece of girly-man.
  
  hans: ya! you know, we're not here to eat. we're here..
  
  together: pump.. [ clap ] ..you up!
  
  franz: oh, and by the way, we'd like to take this time to announce the opening of our new gym in wayne, new jersey.
  
  hans: that's right. ya! it's called the pumpatorium! ya! and soon you will meet victor. he manages our new gym.
  
  franz: ya, you know, because we don't have time to babysit you losers. but believe me, we have trained him well.
  
  hans: ya! and he's one tough biscuit, believe me! ya, come on out here, victor!
  
  franz: victor, come on out!
  
  [ victor runs onto the set ]
  
  victor: hey, hans! how you doing, franz?
  
  franz: yes! do you ever show pity on those flabby losers?
  
  victor: no! these losers, they need discipline! they're fat, lazy pigs, who should be only dead! you hear me? dead! dead! dead!
  
  hans: ya! ya! alright. interesting. now, tell us, victor, what would you do with a girly-man who wrote a baby letter?
  
  victor: here me now, and here me now, girly-man! don't be thinking i can't come to your house, and pummel your head with a 2x4 and knock some sense into your fat, lazy lard-filled ass! you should be dead! you hear me! dead, dead, dead, dead!!
  
  [ hans & franz subdue victor ]
  
  hans: alright. alright.
  
  franz: enough talk.
  
  together: we're not here to talk. we're here to pump.. [ clap ] ..you up!
  
  hans: alright, victor. alright, thanks for coming down, victor.
  
  victor: okay, i'll see you guys later. oh, by the way. your cousin arnold schwartzenegger came by today.
  
  hans: oh, don't-don't-don't be joking us.
  
  franz: ya. you'd better not be pulling my rock-hard leg.
  
  victor: he did! he said he might drop by. alright, he might see your show. okay, see you later! [ exits set ]
  
  franz: arnold?
  
  hans: coming here?
  
  franz: today?
  
  hans: today? oh..
  
  franz: oh..
  
  hans: oh, i don't believe this!
  
  franz: we are not properly pumped up!
  
  [ hans & franz desperately start flexing and working out their muscles ]
  
  hans: i don't believe this! oh no, i can't believe it!
  
  [ arnold schwartzenegger enters the set, his pecs bouncing in rhythm ]
  
  arnold schwartzenegger: hello, hello. i am back!
  
  hans: oh, arnold, i can't believe how properly pumped up you really are!
  
  franz: ya! you are the embodiment of perfect pumpitude!
  
  arnold schwartzenegger: no, no, no.. relax, fellows, relax.
  
  hans: hey, arnold, look at this! [ flexes ]
  
  franz: ya! lok at this! [ flexes more vigorously ]
  
  arnold schwartzenegger: oh, you guys make me sick. [ mimes vomiting ] this is what you have to do. like this [ demonstrates the proper way to flex his muscles ] that's the way to do it! look at you guys, how pitiful losers you are! you know something? i hate the way you guys talk! what's the matter with you? i mean, i sent you over here from austria, to become real hard-core terminators, and look what you are - little termites! i wanted you to become real running men; but you are girly-men. oh, come on, you make me sick! and look at those legs, they look like little skinny sticks! and those buttocks. soft, like marshmallow. you huys are lucky you don't have a campfire here in the background. and believe me- [ sees sullen faces ] what's the matter?
  
  franz: it's no use, arnold. compared to you.. we are losers. and not even the grown-up kind, the little baby losers.
  
  hans: ya. you know, you could very easily flick us with your ltitlest finger, and send us flying across the room until we landed in our own baby poop.
  
  arnold schwartzenegger: i know. i know, you're right. but don't be downing yourself too much now. listen to me now, and beleive me later: it doesn't matter how much you pump up those muscles, as long as you reach the full pumptential.
  
  franz: oh.. okay..
  
  hans: ya, i think i understand, arnold. 'sank you.
  
  franz: ya. ya, arnold. you've given us something to hear now, and something to think about later.
  
  arnold schwartzenegger: ya. but now, hear this: "live, from new york, it's saturday.. [ claps ] ..night!"