Transcription:Feel Lucky, Punk?

Harry Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five"? Well, you've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Punk: You know what? I do! Hiyaah! (Whacks Harry with a shotgun.) Hot damn! This must be my lucky day!

(He gets in the car.)

Harry Callahan: Get back here, Punk! I'm gonna...(Gets hit by the car.) Uh! Aah!

(Chorus vocalizing)

Policemen: Stop that guy! (They punk makes off with a pair of money bags. They fire at him, but they miss him and hit each other instead.)

Punk: I'm the luckiest bastard on the planet! I can't be stopped! Just call me Lucky McLuckerton!

(A pedestrian passes by. The punk walks past, carrying a grocery bag.)

Punk: Lucky, lucky, doodle-doodle, I have luck instead of you!

Policemen: There he is! Don't let him get away! (They start beating the pedestrian.)

Pedestrian: Aaagh! Get your hands off me!

Punk: Pretty good day, pretty good, pretty good being fun. (Realizing) What the...aw, man! There's a leprechaun on my shoe!

(He pulls a flattened leprechaun off of his shoe. When the elevator doors open, his head is blown off.)

Harry Callahan: Ha! Gotcha, punk.

(The flattened leprechaun looks up from the floor.)

Leprechaun: I'm completely boogered. Please help me.

(Harry shoots the leprechaun.)