12x08 - Will You For To Be f*cking Married To Me?

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Ricky and Julian are two guys whose lives were shaped by their experiences growing up in the Trailer Park. Their childhood was typical of most trailer park kids: stealing, fighting, smoking, drinking, scamming and listening to Van Halen.
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12x08 - Will You For To Be f*cking Married To Me?

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[Bubbles]

Finally, one of those.

Box number 2, boys.

Ah, yes!

Decent!

That's even nicer than I thought it would be.

There's nothing better than unboxing brand-new sh*t.

You know it's gonna make you a lot more money.

[Ricky]

You're f*cking starting to sound like Julian.

Eat my ass, Ricky.

Making money is what business is all about.

I'm not just doing this for the fun of it.

Well, we're doing it for the fun of it too, Julian.

Think about it.

Working with my two best buddies, everything legit, on the up-and-up, beer's amazing.

[giggle]

I'm telling you, boys, if we can just keep doing this the way we're doing it, we're gonna be f*cking unstoppable!

-Yeah!

-Unstop...

Ricky!

All right.

You okay to hold down the fort while we get supplies?

-Yeah, of course, I am.

-Where's the list then, bud?

Uh...

just wait.

Where is the f*cking list?

Right there.

Get exactly the things I want.

Don't...

try to get, you know, fancy with it.

All right.

No problem.

Guys, I want to tell you how proud I am of you two.

I just wish we had've gotten our sh*t together, like, 20 years ago.

-Mmm.

-Yeah.

This is cool.

-Yeah, me too.

-No sh*t.

Who's the one that's been saying, -"Get your sh*t together"?

-[coughing]

Ricky...

-Rick...

-[spitting]

-Rick, just...

-Don't be spitting on my f*cking floor!

-Sorry, man.

-Clean that up.

Forgot we were f*cking inside.

Your place looks f*cked.

[Bubbles]

Ricky, you know...

big f*cking loogs like that, your body's trying to tell you to chill out.

You know that, right?

I know, but my brains are telling me to smoke more, -They're the ones that make the talk.

-[horn honking]

Oh, let's go.

Come on.

What the f*ck is going on here?

Candy took the day off work, she's gonna come get supplies with us, then, she's f*cking taking me out for lunch to talk to me about something.

[Ricky]

Oh, f*ck.

Sorry, man.

She's f*cking breaking up with you.

-What do you mean?

-Think about it.

She needs to talk to you, lunch, that's break-up sh*t.

Was just a matter of time anyway, I guess.

You think so?

Well, look at her.

She's a good-looking chick, rich and smart.

Look at you.

You're f*cked-looking, just a muscle dummy.

And you're dumb, broke, and you're a criminal.

Not anymore, man, I'm getting my sh*t together.

Come on.

Oh, great.

We'll see.

This is gonna be a real good time.

Can't f*cking smoke dope in the car now, Julian.

Just get in the f*cking car.

f*ck's sake.

-Hey, baby.

-[sweetly]

Hi!

-How you doing?

-Nice shirt.

Good.

-Right on.

-Handsome.

-[vehicle approaching]

-[Ricky]

What the f*ck does she want?

-[tires grinding on gravel]

-[Ricky]

Jesus Christ!

[Julian]

Ricky, ignore her.

Don't even f*cking talk to her.

I should at least see what she f*cking wants.

-Get in the f*cking car.

-[car door opening, closing]

That's a little f*cking close.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

Well, to be honest, Ricky, I can't stop f*cking thinking about you.

And I'm not happy about it.

Oh, really?

Well, if we're being honest, I can't stop f*cking thinking about you either.

It is driving me f*cking nuts!

It's making me insane!

Oh-h-h-h-h-h!

Poor baby!

How do you think I feel?

You think I like not being able to stop thinking about a f*cking loser?

Think I like not being able to stop thinking about a f*cking bitchy assh*le who keeps yelling at me, treats me like f*cking sh*t?

That's awesome!

-[Susan]

What are we gonna do about it?

-I don't know.

We're not getting back together.

Are we?

I don't know, maybe we are.

Oh, you want to get back together?

-Yeah, maybe I f*cking do!

- Well, let's f*cking do it then...

Oh, ho, ho!

Great news!

-That'll be a great f*cking time!

-Great f*cking news, Rick!

Once again, Susan gets her way and we get back together, right?

-g*dd*mn f*cking right I do.

-All right.

Perfect.

We're f*cking back together then.

[Candy chuckling]

[Candy laughing]

-[Julian]

They're so f*cked.

-[laughing]

[theme music]

-[Mr Lahey]

For f*ck's sakes!

-[clattering]

[muttering]

...f*ck...

f*ck...

-[Mr. Lahey]

How you doing?

-[man]

Uh, good?

Jim Lahey, supervisor.

I just noticed you driving around here three or four times.

Anything I can do to help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for Julian.

-Julian?

-Mm.

Oh, you just missed him.

-Oh...

-Yeah, he just left.

Uh, don't know when he'll be back.

Sometimes he's gone for three or four days.

-Oh...

well, that sucks sh*t.

-Yeah.

-Days, huh?

-Yeah.

Listen uh...

I'm a good friend of his.

Uh, anything I can do to help you?

Well, I bought a bunch of beer from him and it sold out real quick.

Now I've got a big event coming up and I want 200 cases of the stuff.

200 cases?

-Yeah.

-Oh, geez!

Well, I'll be sure to let him know then.

Oh, well, groovy.

Just tell him to call Big Hawk.

Yeah well, I'll have to take...

take your word for it...

[chuckling]

Mr.

Big Cock.

[Julian]

We should get supplies all the time, you know?

All right.

This wine stinks, though.

How do people drink wine?

It doesn't stink.

It's good.

-Is it?

-Yes.

Makes you do crazy sh*t.

I'm gonna have to try some wine then.

What the f*ck is she doing, stringing him along?

-Ridiculous.

-Baby, you're so suspicious.

[sighing]

Sorry, babe.

All right, one of these right here.

Why don't you use the organic kind?

Well, this is the one on the list and, uh, that's almost twice the money.

-So we'll get this one, I guess.

-Yeah, but...

the organic kind is grown without GMOs and disgusting spider DNA.

-Well...

-You can sell the beer for more.

I get it, but I don't know anything about spiders and sh*t, and Bubbles said to get this one, and Bubbles is the beer expert, right?

Not you.

So we'll get this one.

I never said I was a f*cking beer expert.

And God forbid you use your f*cking brain for once.

I don't need to use my brain, because we have a list.

So why would I use my f*cking brain if I don't have to?

That might be the dumbest thing anybody has ever said -in the history of the world, Ricky.

-Actually, it's not.

It's not even the f*cking dumbest thing I've said today.

So wrong again, Susan!

Jesus f*cking Christ, here we f*cking go again, aren't we?

-Yep.

Yep.

-Okay, great.

You know what?

You take this f*cking bag of f*cking hops.

I'll get the rest of this sh*t.

Just stay the f*ck away from me till we leave!

f*ck!

You carry your own oats!

Soulmates.

-Wow.

-[Julian chuckles]

[Mr. Lahey]

Where'd George put the drone thing, Randy?

[Randy]

You don't need the drone, Mr. Lahey.

I still can't believe you let him move in here.

Well, George is right, Randy.

The boys are up to something.

You've got to stop this, Mr. Lahey.

You're gonna get pulled right back into the sh*t abyss.

I'm not gonna get sucked back into the sh*t abyss, Randy!

Look, there's something going on, and that's re...

Guess what?

Today, there was a shady-looking guy driving around the park looking for Julian, wanting to buy some f*cking beer, Randy.

Is that not sh*t abyss-y enough for you?

Geez, Mr. Lahey, maybe he was just trying to buy some more beer.

-Did you ever think of that?

-[mocking laughter]

George is getting you all worked up.

Those boys have been keeping their noses clean.

Th...

Those boys have had sh*t-encrusted noses ever since they were this high to a sh*t-erpillar, Randy.

And what about the f*cking gunfight?

What about that, huh?

-They were protecting themselves.

-Randy, what are you trying to tell me?

I think we should bury the hatchet, Mr. Lahey.

-What?

-And maybe try to work with those guys.

Work with them?

Are you nuts?

Well, being part of a beer company might be fun.

And plus, it's better for Sunnyvale if everyone just gets along.

Randy, I don't know.

Mr. Lahey, please, just come and talk to Bubbles with me and see what he's got to say.

I don't like seeing you like this.

What the f*ck?

Get out of here, sh*t bag!

I've got a few of my new parts installed and now this baby's going to the next f*cking level.

I mean, the cold filtering process is just gonna be unbelievable.

At this point, I mean, if I was lighting off a Saturn 5 rocket, I'd be on the horn with Mission Control right now: "She's good to go, baby!

Light the f*cking fuse." [giggling]

[Randy]

Hey, Bubbles.

Hey, Randy.

Mr. Lahey.

What do you guys want?

Got a question for you.

I'm gonna get straight to the point, no b*ating around the bush.

Okay.

Well, by saying that, Randy, you're actually b*ating around the bush.

[chuckle]

Okay, here it goes.

Is this beer business that you've got going with Julian and Ricky legit?

Is it legit?

Okay, Randy, you tell me.

Here, look.

-You tell me...

-[bottle hissing]

if I'd be put my heart and soul into that if it wasn't f*cking legit.

Drive that into your guts.

Yeah, there you go.

Crank that into your sh*t t*nk.

-Tell me it's not legit.

-[loud burp]

Holy frig, that's amazing!

Try it, Mr. Lahey.

That's f*cking 100% my recipe with the boys, and that is heart and soul, Randy.

It's good, isn't it, Mr. Lahey?

Peasantly supplising.

That's an...

extremely good beer, Bubbles.

Oh, I know it is.

Can we buy a couple cases off you?

Well, if you got money, Randy, I'll take your f*cking money all day, baby.

I've got no change, though.

Two cases right there, just bottled.

-[Randy]

Awesome.

-So is that all you wanted?

Come down here and snoop around, see if I'm breaking the law?

No.

We wanted to come down here and bury the hatchet once and for all -and have a fresh start with you guys.

-[Lahey]

Right.

Well, that would be, actually, really cool, Randy, if I believed you, but I don't.

We want everyone working together for the betterment of Sunnyvale, as a team.

Well, I've always been for the f*cking betterment of Sunnyvale, Randy, you know that.

[Mr. Lahey]

That's true.

Okay well, if you're gonna do this big beer deal with Big Hawk, I was thinking that you're probably gonna need...

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, R...

-No, let me finish, Mr. Lahey.

-Big Hawk?

-You're gonna need more space, and that's something that Mr. Lahey and I could easily arrange through Barb.

Just wait, just pump the f*cking brakes there, Randy.

What are you talking about, deal with Big Hawk?

Bubbles didn't know anything about it.

-I was just about to tell you, Bubs.

-Tell me what?

Well, I, I bumped into Big Cock this morning and he wanted me to tell you guys that he would like to order 200 cases of beer.

-What?

-[Mr. Lahey]

Yeah!

200 cases?!

Yeah, yeah...

-Holy f*ck!

-This might be the perfect time for us partner up with some good, honest help, Bubbles.

-Partner up?

Who partner up?

-Put 'er up there.

Look, I got a contract here, too, Bubs, -if you're interested.

-A contr...

For who?

What?

-This is...

-No, just...

Shields up!

Shields up!

Something's not f*cking right here!

-What's wrong?

-What do you mean, what's wrong?

You're down here talking about the betterment of Sunnyvale and there's a secret deal with Big Hawk going on...

I don't f*cking think so.

Shields up!

Off my property!

f*cking b*at it right now, both of yous.

-Come on, Randy, get going.

-[smack]

Randy, get the beer!

[frustrated sigh]

[Bubbles]

I don't trust you, Lahey.

You're up to something, and I f*cking know it.

Yeah, that's it, skittle away.

Skittle away, bud.

[exhaling]

Now, what I was saying before about the cold filtering...

process...

No, you know what?

I can't do this right now, I'm too ranged up.

I'll tell you guys about it later.

-I just need to take a f*cking minute.

-[clattering]

See?

Look, crashing into things, which I normally wouldn't do if I wasn't all jinkity-janked!

I don't know how Big Hawk and Lahey got together to flush this one out, but this is f*cking huge.

-This is huge.

-[phone ringing]

All right, fine, I'll f*cking listen!

Okay, good!

Can you stop talking?

'Cause you can't listen and talk at the same time unless you're a wizard!

[Julian]

Surprise, surprise.

Look at them, still fighting in the parking lot.

[cellphone buzzing]

-What's up, Bubs?

-Hey, Julian, big f*cking news.

[Julian]

Just a sec, I've got to put you on speakerphone.

- What's up, man?

-Uh, we might have a deal for 200 f*cking cases, that's what's up.

No f*cking way!

Are you kidding me?

[Bubbles]

Yes, sir.

You've got to get back here right away.

We've got to deal with this.

[Julian]

Okay.

We're gonna grab a quick bite.

- We'll be back in a bit.

-Not a bit.

You've got to come now.

I've got to know if this is real!

Bubs, calm down.

Just give Big Hawk a call, f*cking ask him if the deal's for real, man.

[heavy sigh]

Well, what if he starts questioning me, asking me about numbers and stuff?

I don't want to look stupid.

Tell him I'll call later and work out the details, okay?

I've got to go, all right?

See you, man.

Bye-bye.

Sweet!

-Holy f*ck!

-sh*t!

You're like my good luck charm.

-Thanks, baby.

-All right, let's go.

-Okay.

-Thank you.

-Thanks.

-f*cking awesome!

[giggling softly]

This could be big, fellas.

-Cross your paws.

-[kitten mewing]

[nervous giggle]

[Candy]

Oh, here they come.

-Hey.

-[Susan]

Hey.

Is everything okay?

-Yeah.

Everything's great.

-Yeah!

So good.

Hey, would you mind, uh, getting your own table, 'cause I have something I want to talk to Julian about and it's kind of important?

Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen.

-[Susan mouthing silently]

-Pardon?

I know what you're going to talk about, no way I'm leaving my best friend alone.

Just do it in front of me.

I don't give a f*ck.

-Thank you.

-What are you talking...

What the hell is he talking about?

I...

Thanks.

What the f*ck is...

Can I get a couple draft, and a vodka cran?

-A vodka cran for her.

-Rum and coke, please.

[Candy]

Water's fine.

Thanks.

Oh, look at us.

We're so f*cking happy.

Don't be so jealous.

I think it's sweet.

How do you guys get along so well with each other?

Um, I think it's open communication and being 100% honest with each other.

[giggling]

That's weird, 'cause...

me and Ricky are totally honest with each other, yet we fight constantly.

Right, baby?

[awkward laugh]

Y...

Yeah.

Why are you being so spazzy?

-I just don't know what...

to order.

-What's wrong with your f*cking eyes?

I'm just...

There's so much stuff on here.

You've never lied to me, have you?

Well, is not telling you something the same as lying?

It's not, right?

Are there things you haven't told me?

Well, yeah.

There is..

some things I haven't told you, but not because I was trying to lie.

I know you'll go f*cking nuts.

And what things haven't you told me because I will go f*cking nuts?

Promise me you won't go nuts, and I'll tell you.

Okay, I promise.

You know what?

It's not a big deal, because we were broken up anyway but...

I want to tell you this.

I hooked up with someone.

-Oh, is that it?

-Yeah.

You thought I'd go f*cking nuts over that?

That's no big deal.

-Okay, good.

-I hooked up with some people, too.

Who?

It doesn't matter, does it?

Actually, know what?

It totally doesn't matter.

Were they, uh...

-were they bigger than me, though...

-Oh, my God, Ricky.

Seriously?

It's not like I'm going to ask if she had nicer tits than me.

-Did she have nicer tits than me?

-Not really.

You know I'm an ass man, anyway, so...

-Oh, so she had a nicer ass than me?

-Oh, my f*ck, Susan.

-I didn't f*cking say that.

-Who was she?

I thought it didn't matter!

Actually, it doesn't.

-Good.

Great.

-As long as it wasn't that bitch, Sarah.

Oh, my f*cking f*ck!

You f*cked Sarah?

f*ck you!

You said you weren't gonna go f*cking nuts and here you are going f*cking nuts again, Susan!

And you know what?

We didn't even f*ck!

It was just a little bit of oral, for f*ck's sakes!

Get the f*ck back!

What the f*ck is going...?

f*ck!

[Julian clearing throat]

Well, I think I'm gonna have the chicken balls.

-Combo one.

-[Ricky]

...one f*cking night!

-We were drunk!

-[Susan]

Oral?

That makes it better?

[Ricky]

It's better than f*cking, actually, right in...

[Susan]

...what?

[Randy]

Holy frig, this beer's good.

Damn good!

Then you had to go f*cking open your big f*cking mouth, Randy!

How was I supposed to know what to say and what not to say?

Look, we should have waited till they agreed to have us on board.

By then, we could have taken them with a big f*cking deal, Randy, and then all trust issues would have been f*cking eliminated!

Well, that could still happen, Mr. Lahey.

You f*cked her, bud.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna go down to beer bottle Bubble bullshit brewery and shut the whole f*cking thing down!

-[chair clattering]

-Mr. Lahey!

Mr. Lahey.

That's not you, all right?

That's the old Mr. Lahey.

Here, have a seat.

All right?

You're not that person anymore.

Think about it, Mr. Lahey.

Things have been pretty good around here lately.

-No bullshit!

-[grunt]

You know what?

Suck my cock, Ricky!

-Suck it dry!

-That's f*cking nice talk.

[Candy]

Did she just tell him to suck her cock?

-Yeah.

She says that all the time.

-Wow.

She doesn't have one, though, does she?

I don't think so, but I'm beginning to think she might.

[sighing]

f*ck...

Oh, wow.

I didn't expect that to happen.

Most f*cked up couple on the planet.

The guys have started an honest business and they're doing pretty frigging good at it!

Eh, it's lipstick on a sh*t pig, Randy!

Mr. Lahey, let's just leave them alone, okay?

And enjoy each other, alone, no one else.

[George]

Oh, there's nothing better than a day near the beach with a drone.

You should see the footage.

I even got some nice Speedo sh*ts of these French fellas for you guys.

What, uh, what are you guys doing here?

Having a little party without me?

What's the occasion?

We're just trying to have some alone time here, George.

Freedom 35?

That's smooth.

Yeah.

The three sh*t-keteers have started their own...

beer bottling brewery.

Randy and I went down, tried to get involved, but Bu-Bu-Bu-Bu-Bubbles shut the f*ck down us-us.

Hm.

Surveillance from the inside.

That's brilliant, Jim.

We're not doing surveillance from the inside, George!

Look, they've started a legit business -and we would like to be involved with it.

-[groaning]

Build something for the park, for the future.

-[Mr. Lahey]

Right.

-Everyone working together on one team.

-[Mr. Lahey]

Yeah.

-He's not serious, is he, Jim?

Legit?

You think they're just selling beer down there?

Give me a f*cking break.

Well, I've got no reason to believe there's anything more.

That's why you're an assistant trailer park supervisor.

And Jim and I, we're police officers, Randy.

Well, you're not anymore!

And you're my assistant now, George!

-Randy!

-You're siding with him?

I'm not siding with anybody, Randy!

Look...

Look reality in the bum cheeks, Randy!

Think about it for a second.

Why wouldn't Bubbles want us to get involved in his business?

Because you're a drunk, Mr. Lahey!

[Randy]

Frig's sakes.

Frig off, George.

-You want to get involved, Jim?


-[door slamming]

We can very easily make that happen.

Well, what have you got in mind, Georgie?

I got a few ideas, if you're ready to listen.

So how do you think our relationship's going?

Hm, I think it's going great.

But, you know, if you don't feel the same way as me...

that's fine, I get it.

I totally get it, Candy.

Julian, what...

Get what?

Get what?

You know, look at you.

You're...

beautiful, you're successful, smart.

And...

look at me.

I'm...

I'm a loser compared to you.

-Julian...

-No, you've got smart friends.

You might not want to bring me around them.

I totally get it.

I understand.

What are you talking about?

Understand what?

-All right.

I was talking to Ricky.

-Baby...

-I was talking to Ricky, he said...

-Oh, God...

...you were probably gonna dump me during lunch.

-[scoffing]

-You know...

I'm just paranoid.

-Julian...

-I don't know what to think.

And you're gonna listen to that guy?

-[indistinct yelling outside]

-[sigh]

Julian, look...

[sigh, clearing throat]

I didn't bring you here to break up with you.

I brought you here...

[deep breath]

to ask you to marry me.

-What?

-[laughs]

Yes.

[clearing throat]

Julian, will you marry me?

-Are you f*cking serious?

-Yes!

Look, I don't want to lose you again, baby.

What do you say?

[chuckle, stammering]

Yes!

Of course I do!

-Yay!

-[loud smacking]

-f*ck, I love you.

-I love you, too.

I'm getting married, man.

-[applause]

-Yeah, right on.

Thank you.

-Cheers, baby.

-[giggling]

Cheers, baby.

You are f*cking something else.

Wow.

[exhaling]

Well, that's the operation in a nutshell.

I'm confident I can deliver.

Oh, that is something good.

Now, consistency is key.

You keep it consistent and it'll continue to sell.

What more can I tell you?

You've got a good thing going here, real good.

Well, you don't have to worry about a thing, Big Hawk.

Look, my middle name's consistency.

That's what people around here call me, Bubbles Consistency!

[laughter]

Look, I'm very, very happy to be doing business with you, Big Hawk.

[clearing throat]

Look, if things go good, I might even let you start calling me just...

The Hawk.

Oh, that would be awesome.

-That would be awesome.

-[chuckling]

-Big Hawk's out.

-All right.

[quietly]

Oh, yes!

Yes!

Did you guys f*cking see that?

Holy f*ck!

[buttons clicking]

Come on Julian, pick up.

Pick up.

Julian, call me back right away!

Holy f*ck, the deal's real, and it's done, baby!

You should have saw me f*cking -wheeling dealing with Big Hawk.

-[man]

Sir.

-It was unbeliev...

-Sir.

Just hang on.

I'll call you back.

-Is your name Bubbles?

-What's that?

Is your name Bubbles?

Uh, it might be.

Who's asking?

Ryan Duggins, I work for the city.

You're hereby ordered to cease productions and operations immediately, sir.

What?!

What are you talking about?

That's a f*cking legitimate business.

That's registered business.

It's 100% legit.

-I'll get my registration papers!

-Sir...

it's not necessary.

We're aware of the registration.

It's not a registration issue.

I'm actually kind of not sure how this business was registered to start with.

This is a zoning issue.

Sunnyvale Trailer Park is not commercially zoned.

Well, that's not my f*cking problem, is it?

-I did what I was supposed to do.

-[Duggins]

Listen, sir, we're gonna be checking up on you quite regularly.

[stapler clicking]

This is a...

pretty elaborate set-up.

I'm surprised we just had one complaint.

Oh, a f*cking notice?

One complaint you had, eh?

Yeah, I f*cking wonder who that was!

[sobbing]

[clattering]

f*cking dirty son of a whore!

-[sobbing]

-[Randy]

Bubbles...

You couldn't f*cking leave well enough alone!

You had to come f*ck everything up on me, didn't you?

I don't know what the f*ck you're talking about.

Oh, yeah, you don't know what I'm talking about!

You called the f*cking city and had my whole business shut down!

You miserable prick!

-It wasn't me, Bubbles.

-Oh, yeah.

-It wasn't f*cking...

-[George]

Who were you talking to Bubbles?

I don't know, some lizard-y looking little f*ck!

-Hoggins or Doggins or something!

-Oh...

Ryan "Do Anybody" Duggins.

Yeah, I know him well.

Oh, big surprise.

You know the f*cking big mean guy from the city.

Listen, I can help you out.

It'll just take a call.

Oh yeah, you'd do that for me, would you, George?

You're gonna make a call and f*cking make everything better?

-Yeah, I will.

-[whimpering]

-But it'll cost you.

-Yeah?

What's it gonna cost me?

Well, the only way I see the city going for it is, uh, if our names are attached to it.

-Mine and Jim's.

-Oh, yeah.

-Yeah?

-[Randy]

Mr. Lahey!

[mocking tone]

Randy!

You think that's f*cking fair, do you?

You just f*cking come in and take part of my f*cking heart and soul for doing f*cking nothing?

-I don't f*cking think so, baby!

-[clattering]

-[whimpering]

-Bubbles...

That's bullshit.

That's bullshit.

I am willing to make all your dreams happen for just a small crumb of the pie.

I promise I'm going to steer the old sh*t ship straight, Bubbles.

-No f*cking bullshit!

-Oh, yeah.

-All you have to do is just team up...

-Look, it would be a shame...

-We can make your f*cking business...

-[overlapping conversation]

I've got hundreds of contacts from my days...

[Randy yelling]

Would you guys just leave him alone?

Get your f*cking greasy hands off me, you f*cking humpback sh*t whale!

You want to f*cking go?

-I'll go with you!

-Let's f*cking go!

I'll take the pants off right now!

Come on, right f*cking now!

Let's go!

I'm not signing anything!

Everybody just shut the f*ck up!

[moaning, panting]

These are your options, Bubbles.

-Take it or leave it.

-[panting]

[whimper]

Yeah, you know what?

You know what...

George?

I'd rather have no f*cking business and still have my f*cking friends than team up with you f*cking sh*t balls.

f*cking assholes!

[slap]

There, Randy, I knocked your burger.

Here, sorry, here.

Have another one.

-I'm sorry about that.

-[slap]

Bubbles!

Frig off!

Friggin' perfectly good burgers...

You sure you won't consider, Bubbles?

Jim, we'll work on it.

[Bubbles]

Hey, Big Hawk?

Hey, it's Bubbles here.

Listen, I...

got some bad news.

I know I told you my middle name was Consistency.

I should have told you my middle name's The Big f*cking Letdown Guy.

I got shut down by the city.

I'm not gonna be able to deliver that beer.

I'm sorry, bud.

The Hawk.

[whimper]

[Julian]

Bubs!

Get over here, man, I got some good news.

Yeah, well we've got to have a business meeting, Julian.

No, we're getting drunk tonight and celebrating, buddy.

No, I don't think so.

-Business meeting.

-Just hang on for a minute.

Fuckbrains got engaged.

Ricky, what the f*ck are you doing?

I wanted to tell him myself, man.

What?

Engaged?

What do you mean en...

Like to get married?

-Yes!

-We're getting married, man.

Oh, my f*ck.

Well...

Congratulations.

A little bit sudden, don't you think?

Well, sudden's one word, f*cked is another one.

I don't think it's f*cked, I think it's romantic.

-Yeah, romantic.

-You know what's not romantic?

The thought of you banging Sarah going around and 'round in my head.

Oh, Jesus f*cking Christ!

You've just got to keep bringing this up f*cking constantly?

You just told me about it an hour ago!

And yeah, maybe I am!

You know?

I...

I thought I could deal with it.

I don't think I can.

What the f*ck am I supposed to do?

If you can't f*cking get over it, maybe we should move on.

Yeah, but I want to be with you, Ricky.

I love your dumb ass, you f*cking idiot.

Maybe...

maybe if you committed to me, I could get rid of these images of -her blowing you...

-Oh, my God...

...and you mowing down on her dirty red box.

What the f*ck are you saying?

If I commit to you, and we get married, engaged and sh*t, that you can finally forget about this sh*t?

-Yeah, maybe I am.

-Oh, my f*cking God!

-That's all it's going to take, is it?

-Yeah.

Fine.

-Will you for to be f*cking married to me?

-[Bubbles]

Ricky!

Yeah.

Yeah, I f*cking will.

[Ricky]

Well, great then, I guess we're f*cking getting married then, aren't we?

-Yeah, I guess we f*cking are.

-All right.

-This is gonna be something, isn't it?

-Yeah.

-Bottle kids!

-[kids screaming]

[glass shattering]

[Bubbles]

Get going, you little bastards!

What was that?

-So are we really doing this?

-Yeah!

[panting]

[Bubbles]

Rick...

Let's get in the trailer.

-I love you.

-[whispering]

I love you.

-Did that really just f*cking happen?

-Un-f*cking-believable, isn't it?

-Baby...

-Yes, it is!

-Let's go make this official.

Come on.

-All right, okay.

Just...

-just give me one second.

-Okay.

f*ck.

So what did you want to talk about, buddy?

[sigh]

Nothing, Julian.

Just go.

-Are you sure...

-Just go.

We'll talk later.

-Yes.

-All right.

Okay.

You sure, buddy?

I mean best man?

-[whimper]

-Huh?

f*ck, man, I thought you'd be happier.

I'm happy, Julian.

-Deedle deedle, congratulations.

-Okay.

You sure?

Yes.

-See you in the morning, man.

-Yeah, you just go.

I'll deal with everything.

[voice trembling]

You guys just go enjoy your engagement banging.

[sigh, whining]

[theme music]

[seagulls squawking]

[fish]

f*ck!

f*ck!

f*ck off!

f*ck!...

f*ck off!

Jesus Christ!

[whisper]

f*ck.

-[light clicks off]

-f*ck off.
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