Page 77 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
“What’s that, Shortstack?” Jules picks up a jumpsuit, pausing when she sees the back of it.
“Nothing.” Trish blinks her eyelashes innocently at Jules.
Jules snorts. “Check this out.” She tosses the jumpsuit in her hand to Jackie.
Jackie doesn’t so much catch as gets slapped in the face with it. Pulling it off her head, she adjusts her glasses and reads the back. “Hooker.” She giggles.
Jules grabs another one, this time hers. “Commando.” She cocks an eyebrow. “Isn’t that supposed to be commander?”
“Nah.” I smirk. “I got it right.”
“Smartass.” But she laughs and tosses the last jumpsuit at Trish.
“Let me guess,” Trish starts, straightening the jumpsuit so she can read it. “It says Shor—” She blinks. “Kimble?”
All of them frown.
I can’t help but chuckle. “You know, Dr. Richard Kimble?”
Deeper frowns.
“Harrison Ford’s character?” I prod.
Jackie’s eyes widen. I knew the genius would put it together first.
I stare at Trish. “From the movieThe Fugitive?”
Jules chokes on a laugh, looking at Trish, who’s still frowning. Probably wondering if Trish is ready to joke about her recent brush with the law yet or not.
“Too soon?” I ask, feeling very much like the smartass I am.
Trish’s lips twitch.
“It was the one-armed man!” I yell, and Trish gives in, laughing.
“You’re such a bitch.” Trish wipes under her eye.
“I know, I know.” I help her step into her jumpsuit.
“What does yours say?” Jackie leans to the side, trying to read my back.
I make a dramatic turn so everyone can see.
“G.I. Juggs,” Jackie reads.
Jules snorts. “And the letters are bedazzled.”
“Well, I do have bedazzling boobs.” I reach into my jumpsuit to situate my girls better in my sports bra.
I look over my shoulder and see Trish rolling her eyes. “You’re too much.”
“That’s what she said,” I deadpan.
Jules, finished with her jumpsuit, sticks out her fist. “Nice one.”
We bump.
“You two think you’re so funny.” Trish shakes her head at us. “We’ll just see who’s laughing once I light up your vest.”
