12x03 - The c**t Word

[bunniefuu]

[rattling]

[engine shutting off]

[singing, humming]

Hey, fellas.
How you doing today?

You're up early.

[humming]

Holy f*ck!

Hey, Randy, are you in there?

I got your beer out here, bud.

[Randy] Just leave it on
the deck, Bubbles.

Well, I can't do that, Randy.
Your f*cking steps are gone.

[Randy] What?

Your steps.

Something was eating
your g*dd*mn steps, bud.

What the frig?

Looks like there's blood
all over them, too. Look at that.

Mr. Lahey, get out here
and check this out.

That is blood.

[Bubbles] Why the f*ck
did I just taste that?

What?

Think it's raccoon?

It's not raccoon, Randy.

It's Rick-co*n.

Be careful, Ricky.
I don't want you to hurt yourself.

Look, if it can't be fixed,
it just can't be fixed.

No, no, I'll fix the cocksucker.
Don't worry.

[Marguerite] Hey, Alvena!

Lord lifted Jesus!

You didn't hire
this f*cking moron?

He totally trashed my g*dd*mn bathroom
putting up a f*cking towel rack!

Wasn't my f*cking fault. I told you,
you'll get a brand new bathroom.

Just waiting for some parts to come in.
Jesus Christ!

[laughing]
When? Next summer on the ice?

You dumb f*ck!

f*ck you two guys, too!

Oh, my!

What a coincidence!
We're missing deck boards

and Ricky here is
redoing a f*cking deck!

These aren't your boards here,
cock welders.

Not even the same colour.
Yours are brown, these are white.

There's the proof right there, Mr. Lahey!
That's our deck colour.

These are our boards.
I'm taking them back.

You got no f*cking proof.
Get the f*ck off...

- [Alvena] I don't want any trouble.
- Don't worry, Alvena.

I'll have these two Hungarian
ass munchers out of here in seconds!

Frig off, Ricky!

f*ck me...

- b*at him... Rand. Take him, Randy!
- You want to fight?

- The pants are coming off.
- Hold on a second.

- [phone ringing]
- Right now!

You take your f*cking pants off.
Susan?

I told you to stop f*cking calling me.
I'm at work right now. I've gotta go.

[Mr. Lahey] Randy! For f*ck's sakes!

I don't give a f*ck
if you miss me, I miss you too.

You're the one who said it's done,
why are you even calling me?

- Get him, Randy.
- [grunt]

- Huh?
- Frig off, Ricky!

No, Susan.
That's not gonna f*cking work, is it?

Because it's never just
f*cking dinner, is it? Never!

Ah, f*ck!

Jesus Christ!
All right! Enough!

Not you, codfish balls.
I'm talking to her.

[grunting]

f*ck!

Susan, look,
I'll make f*cking...

I'll make dinner, and we can talk,
but that's f*cking it.

No banging. You've got to promise me that.
We can't.

Susan, I don't even know
what the f*ck that dish is.

But sure, yeah, I'll make it. I can
make... f*cking make anything.

I'm a good cook.

Come to my place at : .
I got to go deal with something right now.

- Come at : . I've got to go. See you.
- Okay. Ricky!

What?

Things have been pretty f*cking
peaceful around here.

You keep rocking the sh*t boat
and I'll be more than happy

to f*cking broadside you
with a sh*t torpedo.

f*ck off with the sh*t talk

before I knock you out
and sh*t on your legs. How about that?

- You're a dirty fighter, Ricky.
- Yeah?

I f*cking learned those moves from you,
you f*cking dirty, hairy, grease beast.

So get the f*ck out of here!

- Come on, Mr...
- Go!

[Alvena] Ricky, don't worry about it.

Look, they can come in and out
of my back door like they always did.

Well, I guess that's your business,
not mine, but...

No, no, you hired me to fix
the f*cking thing...

I'm gonna fix the f*cking thing.

Just a couple nails in here.

[thud, clatter]

f*ck!

Ah, Satan's hard cock
right down my f*cking throat!

Are you f*cking kidding me?

Oh, f*ck!

[clattering]

This is a f*cking piece of sh*t.

[glass shattering]

f*ck!

[Donnie] Jesus f*cking Christ!

Are you f*cking kidding me?

[theme music]

Getting a job is the best thing
I've done for myself in a long time.

Now I've got medical, I work alone,

plus I get a % discount
at the food court.

[chuckle] You know, it's funny.
When I was a kid,

we used to come here all the time
and steal from the gumball machines and...

look at me now.

I've come a long way.

Okay, who's ready to do
some shoplifting for me?

Great enthusiasm, guys.

Look, just steal
what's on the f*cking list

and you guys can take
something for yourself.

This deal f*cking sucks moose cock.

Hey, you watch your f*cking language.

We're risking going to jail,
all we get to keep

is something...
worth, like, f*cking bucks.

What risk? Huh?

Did you guys forget that I caught you
stealing in the first place?

I can call your parents or the cops if
I want to, huh? Is that what you prefer?

No.

Okay. Here's what I'm gonna do.

You guys can now take an item for
bucks for yourselves. Is that better?

You can't even get a video game
for bucks.

Can I steal something for bucks
if f*cking Finn wants something for ?

Jesus Christ, what is this?

Let's Make a f*cking Deal
or something? Huh?

And we wanna steal
bigger things, too.

Look, I got adults taking care
of the bigger things for me.

- Thank you very much.
- This sucks!

Look guys, you continue working hard
the way you are,

maybe hit the gym, gain some weight,
some muscles,

then you can work
yourself up the ladder.

But until then, get what's
on my g*dd*mn f*cking list

or you're fired, okay?
All right!

Move it out!

[Julian sighing]
Jesus Christ...

Oh my f*ck, you was something hard
with the kids.

You've got to be, man.
They've got to f*cking learn.

- You guys all set?
- Let's roll, m*therf*ckers!

I don't know, man.
This seems pretty wack.

That's what I'm saying, man.
This seems pretty beneath us, dawg.

What do you mean, beneath you?

If it's not beneath me,
it's not beneath you guys.

Or, you know, if you guys...
are afraid?

Are you pussying out here?
Is that...

- [laughter]
- Afraid? We ain't afraid.

No, man. We ain't afraid, man.

Okay. No one's afraid.
Let's get this going, boys. Right on.

- All right, cool.
- Good luck. I got your backs.

Let's do this, man.

[sighing]
f*ck.

Okay, we need eggs, Ricky.

Definitely.

No, we... we don't need cream.

There's no cream in carbonara.

Mo likes coffee cream in his cereal.
He's addicted to that sh*t.

Well, we need parmigiano.

This is the other thing me and Susan
don't have in f*cking common.

She likes all this French,
richie-type f*cking foods.

- I don't have anything to do with that.
- It's not French, it's Italian.

It's cheese. The hard cheese.
Parmigiano.

Parmesan? This sh*t?

- Yes. Put that in.
- All right.

Ricky, this whole thing with Susan...

Like, I'll help you make this dinner,

but I don't want you
getting back together with her.

- I'm not.
- I think it's a bad f*cking idea.

I still have feelings for her.

I shouldn't because all we do
is f*cking fight.

But the banging...
This stuff's so f*cking good.

- Ricky...
- Oh, God.

[muffled] I love...
I love chip dip, man.

I love it.
You want some?

- Ricky...
- It's just so f*cking expensive!

So you're just... yeah...
You just put her back.

Next person who buys it, two big
finger holes in it. No big deal.

- Oh, yeah!
- We need bacon.

Wakey-wakey time.

- [aerosol hissing]
- Ricky! Ricky!

Ohh...

Have a little sh*t, Bubs.
Oh, yeah, baby!

Put it back! I'm not doing whippets
in the f*cking grocery store.

Phew!

Jesus Murphy.

Okay, we need bacon, Ricky, and eggs.
Where's the eggs?

Bacon!

Beck...
Beck-oh-nay.

Yes... Ricky!

Oh, f*ck. Sorry, man.

You know what?
It's a force of habit. I forgot.

I forget sometimes, right?

Okay...

- [indistinct shouting]
- [Ricky] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, shh!

- [Bubbles whispering] What? What?
- [g*n clicking]

There's a f*cking robbery going on.
I can't let this happen. This is wrong.

- What? Ricky, just let it happen.
- f*ckin' assholes...

[Bubbles] Ricky, don't get your... Ricky!

Oh my f*ck...

Put the f*cking g*n down right now!

- Put the f*cking...
- [Julian] What the f*ck are you doing?

- Put the g*n away.
- [Ricky] They're trying to rob the place!

I know it's a rob.
They're working for me, you dumb-ass!

- [Ricky whispering] What?
- [Julian whispering] Yeah...

I was gonna split the money with you.
Get the f*ck out of here!

[shouting] All right!

You wanna steal from this store,
you've gotta sh**t me first.

So do it or get the f*ck out of here!

- Do it! Now!
- This is f*ckin' bullshit!

Get out of here!

Hi, everyone.
I'm Julian, head of security.

Sorry for the inconvenience.
Everything's under control now.

You can go back to shopping.
You're safe now.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

- [sporadic applause]
- [Julian] Thank you.

Julian? What the f*ck just happened?

I don't know. I guess he, uh...

just didn't want a big sh**t-out
or something. Something like that.

You can ask him.
I don't know.

You're a f*cking hero, Ricky.
You just stopped a robbery!

You stopped a robbery.

That's what I do.

Holy f*ck.
I bet you're gonna be in the paper.

[sizzling]

- Hey, Ricky.
- [Ricky] Yo!

You've just got to keep this simmering.

The sauce is...

oh, f*cking perfect!

Just keep it simmering,
don't let it burn.

And then just boil up some noodles
when you're ready and you're all set, bud.

[Ricky] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
where are you going?

- You can't f*cking leave yet.
- I gotta go make beer deliveries, Ricky.

Bubbles, I don't how to cook
the long f*cking noodles!

You cook them the same way
you cook the short ones!

You boil f*cking water
and throw them in!

For f*ck's sakes!

Ricky... oh, my God.
I know what you're doing in there.

What? I'm just...
I'm brushing my teeth.

- [tapping]
- Well, you missed a f*cking few spots

if you're brushing your teeth.

They're all jammed full of chicken chips
and I can hear the friction.

I was washing my... hands.

Yeah, washing them on your wiener.

- Look...
- Okay. You know what?

I can't be around Susan
with a f*cking loaded w*apon.

I need to have zero horniness, Bubs.
I don't trust my cock!

Don't you f*cking leave me here!

Ricky, I'm not standing out here cooking
a meal for your crazy f*cking girlfriend

while you're in there waxing your dolphin.
I'm sorry.

You're on your own, bud.

- Are you f*cking...
- [thud, clattering]

- Don't you f*ckin' leave!
- [Bubbles] Ricky!

I'm a little bit worried about Ricky

and just the sheer amount
of masturbating he's doing.

I mean, that's a lot
of crankin' for one fella

and I don't know the science
behind the replenishment.

I mean, I don't know if he's depleting
his bone marrow or...

You know,
where's it all come from, really?

I don't know how people do this job
for a living, I mean,

you're dealing with kids
in the food court getting in fights,

you're dealing with bums
drinking Lysol in the bathrooms,

you got people fighting
over clearance items.

It's f*cked.

But I've got these
little deals on the side

- that are kinda making up for...
- [cracking]

- [Mr. Lahey] You take American?
- What the f*ck?

[clinking]

[Mr. Lahey] Pay the man, Randers.

Where'd you get that money?

Julian!

Uh, we, uh... we won it last night.
Long sh*t at the track.

Well, that counts as income, so it's mine.

Frig off, Julian!
You said half our wages.

I'm taking half this as wages.

I'm taking the other half
for not telling me about it.

Look, you pull this sh*t on me again,

I'm gonna f*cking take you down.
You got it?

- [clattering]
- You got it?

Uh, we'll come back for this stuff later.

Holy f*ck.

Can I help you guys?
What's all that stuff?

Uh... we're the delivery boys.

Delivery boys?

[Trinity] Hey, Bubs!

Hey, guys, what's going on?

Hey Jacob, how was physio?

Pretty good.
Can't complain.

He can do all his exercises now.
I'm so proud.

He's still in a lot of pain
but the doctors say he's on the mend.

And we've just gotta keep him away
from that f*cking Ricky.

- Yeah, well you look good, Jacob.
- Thanks, Bubs.

- Keep your chin up, bud.
- [awkward laugh]

Well, I guess you don't have a choice,
do you?

[chuckles]

Yeah, careful there.
Careful.

- Come on, dude.
- [Bubbles] Take it easy.

- [thud]
- Ow! f*ck!

Ah, sh*t! I'm so sorry, dude.
I keep forgetting you got that thing on.

Cory, how in the flying f*ck
can you forget he has it on?

He looks like he has a f*cking oil derrick
screwed into his shoulders.

What's an oil derrick, dude?

[sigh]

- [Ricky] Hey!
- How good's this couch gonna feel?

- No, no, no, no, don't sit down.
- [moaning]

[Trinity] Dad, let him go!
Dad, let him go! You're hurting him.

- [groaning]
- [Trinity] My God...

Hang out in the bedroom or in the car
for an hour. Susan's coming over.

Are you kidding me?
He needs to rest, Dad.

He can rest out in the car.
It's really comfy. That cool, bud?

- [groan]
- Sorry. I keep forgetting about that...

Oh, man.

- You're unbelievable.
- She just wants to talk in private.

We're not getting back together.
I promise.

[Trinity] Yeah, heard that one before.

We're really thankful
that Dad lets us stay here,

but it's a bit of a pain
when Susan comes over.

All they do is fight and then have sex.

- And it's...
- She's loud. She's really, really loud.

Sometimes it lasts all night long.

Right until the next morning.

- Your dad's a champ, babe.

- Eww!
- Geez, careful.

[groan]

f*ck, why does nobody not believe me?

Because every time she wants your d*ck,
you give it to her.

[Ricky] I'm not giving it to her today,
'cause I'm not f*cking horny.

- Ricky, you're always horny.
- That is true,

but I de-hornied myself
four or five times, so we're good here.

Gross. I don't know what you see
in that uppity Bedford bitch.

I know what you see in her, dude.
She's pretty hot, man.

I'd give her whatever she wants. Well,
I wouldn't give her whatever she wants,

some things are off limits but...
[indistinct]

Can I hang out a bit?

Cory, get the f*ck out.

Go to the park and chase
some f*cking tennis balls or something.

f*cking Jesus.

[grinder scratching]

Donnie! I got your free case here, bud!

It's right there.
I'm sorry I'm a little bit late, but...

- [door opening]
- Better late than never I guess...

[screaming] f*ck you!

It's not better late than never,
you stupid cocksucker!

- Okay, Donnie...
- I should be f*cking wasted by now!

Donnie, take a deep breath.

I'll give you half price
on a case for the inconven...

Ah, f*ck off!

Okay. Just f*cking relax, would you?
Jesus!

Where the f*ck did you get that?

That's my hammer.
I loaned that to Ricky.

Oh, Ricky was using that f*cking thing,
was he?

Ho-ly f*ck!
That cocksucker!

Donnie, tuck your balls in if you're going
to be walking around the park.

[Donnie screaming]
Smash my f*cking window...

Jesus, he's angry.
[Donnie] ...f*ckin'... f*ck!

[Susan] Wow, this looks amazing.

Thank you. I made everything
from scratch. Hmm.

[soft music plays]

Oh, my f*cking God.

Is something f*cked up?

- This is f*cking amazing.
- Oh, good.

It's actually making me...

a little bit wet.

Oh, really?

- Mm-hmm.
- How wet is it making you?

- I'm g*dd*mn soaking.
- Ah! You know what?

I can't do this. I knew
this was gonna f*cking happen.

We can't go there. You have to go.
I'll pack this up for you.

- The f*ck are you doing?!
- I can't do this!

You're making the little guy
wanna come out and play.

He's already been out to f*cking play
seven, eight times.

Don't know why he wants to come out,
but he does, 'cause of you.

I can't go there. You gotta go.

- Take it with you!
- No. Listen. No, I don't wanna go!

Ricky, listen to me, baby.

- I came here today to apologize to you.
- Yeah? For what?

I know it wasn't you
who gave me chlamydia.

It was my f*cking
common-law f*ck-face ex.

I f*cking knew it.
I told you it wasn't me!

Yeah, but I'm done
with that guy for good now.

Good. Good for you.
That's amazing.

So...

I was hoping that maybe...

you would wanna go back
to our previous arrangements.

Um, well...
I mean, I guess...

I guess we could do that,

but if we're gonna go there, Susan,
like, I need more than just banging, okay?

Like, I need... I need to do
some real coupley-type stuff.

What, like, in public?

Yeah! Like, I think I would like
to maybe go to the movies some time

or maybe go to a beach or get ice cream,
go to a restaurant, like...

See, look at you.
Every f*cking time!

Why do I feel like the chick
in this relationship?

I actually need those things!

Well, Ricky, this was never
about us getting serious

because I live with someone else.

You got f*cking sh*t the other day.

And while I find that hot as f*ck,

I can't be associated with someone
with such a crazy lifestyle.

I have... I have a real job, Rick!

I have real responsibilities.

I've got a real job too now.
And I have real responsibilities.

So, you know, maybe we have
some sh*t in common you didn't know.

Maybe it'll work!

Ah, f*ck it! Who cares? Whatever.
[pounding table]

No, okay. Hang on.

If you f*cking promise me
to keep it low-key...

we can try actually dating.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

I can definitely promise that.

I promise, like...
no more craziness.

[softly] Okay.

[Marguerite] Ricky?

Ricky? Are you in there?

I'm coming in for a sh*t, Ricky.

[Ricky] Seriously, right now?

I'm kind of in the middle
of something here, Marguerite.

Oh! Well, pardon the interruption, folks,

but somebody has to take
a sh*t and a shower

in somebody else's house

because somebody else didn't fix
my g*dd*mn bathroom!

And it is a pain in the cock-sucking,
f*cking d*ck!

I'm working on it.

See, this is exactly
what I'm talking about!

I'm just fixing her bathroom.

It's nice to be good
to the seniors, right?

- Yeah.
- Susan, look. I promise you...

Get the f*ck out of my trailer right now!

Get the f*ck out! You too, go!
Everything's gonna be f*cking normal...

[Donnie] Jesus f*ckin' Christ!

For f*ck's sakes, you cocksucker,
is this your f*cking hammer?

- f*ck you, Ricky!
- [glass clattering]

[overlapping screaming]

I'll f*ckin' k*ll you!
You f*ckin' cocksucker!

I will f*cking k*ll you, Ricky!

- Get the f*ck out of my trailer!
- [Kn*fe piercing]

- Fucker! f*ck you!
- g*dd*mn it!

And I'm taking these m*therf*cking
chicken fingers...

- Are you out of your f*cking mind?!
- [Susan sobbing]

[Donnie] Fu-u-uck!

This is exactly what
I'm f*cking talking about!

- What the f*ck happened?
- Oh, my f*ck!

- Ricky!
- [Sarah] Oh, sh*t!

Ricky, are you okay?

- Ricky, what the f*ck happened?
- Donnie f*cking stabbed me!

- Oh, my f*ck. Here, I'm gonna pull it out.
- Don't touch my f*ckin' boyfriend, whore!

He's got a f*cking screwdriver
in his shoulder, you bitch!

Un-huh? Well, he's my boyfriend.
Well, I'll take care of it.

Don't you mean f*ck buddy?

Uh, no, actually. Ricky and I decided
to take things to the next level.

So, uh, you're gonna be moving
the f*ck out 'cause I'm moving in.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What?

Well, am I your girlfriend or not?

Uh...

technically, yes, you are.

- [sighing] Ricky, for f*ck's sakes!
- Really?

You are a f*cking psychotic bitch.
Good luck, Ricky.

I don't know what you're waiting for.
Giddy-up, you wretched c**t.

[Bubbles] Oh...

What the f*ck did you just call me?

I called you a c**t... c**t.

[Bubbles whispering] Language!

You know what?

We don't say that word in this park.

- [thud]
- Holy f*ck, Sarah!

You know what?
I've f*cking had it with her!

No! Sarah, calm down!

Let's f*cking go, you f*cking bitch!

[overlapping screaming]

- f*ck you.
- Oh, f*ck you!

[Bubbles] Ricky! Ricky, oh my f*ck!

[thuds, mixed screaming]

[Ricky] Holy f*ck! Jesus Christ!

- [Bubbles] Ricky!
- I'll f*cking k*ll her!

Get out of the f*cking way, Rick!

- f*ck off... ah!
- [Bubbles grunts, panicked]

- Okay... girls!
- [mixed shouting]

- [loud thud]
- [Bubbles] Oh-h-h! Devastating!

[Ricky] Bubbles, get her
the f*ck out of here!

That's how we do it in Sunnyvale, you...
f*cking c**t!

- Go!
- Okay, Sarah, calm down! Oh, my f*ck!

- [panting]
- You okay?

[softly] Yeah.

Guess maybe I should go
to the f*cking hospital.

Oh, no.
Are you f*cking kidding me?

Get in the bedroom.
This is so f*cking hot.

- What are you talking about?
- You're stabbed.

- I just got in a girl fight. Come on!
- It's gonna have to be from behind.

- I can't f*cking lay down like this.
- [Susan] Yeah, yeah, that's perfect.

[Ricky] Jesus Christ.

- [Ricky loudly] Ah, f*ck!
- [toilet flushing]

[Susan] Get out of those tearaways.

- [Ricky] Hold the f*ck on here!
- [Susan] Oh, baby. That's a lot of blood!

[Ricky] Ow, f*ck!

Well... not the most relaxing place
to have a crap.

[Susan] Yeah! No, lower!

[Randy] I really think we need to
reconsider my suggestion from before

and hire an assistant-assistant
trailer park supervisor.

That way he could handle
all this bullshit, Mr. Lahey.

We... we can't...
we can't afford it, Randy!

Julian's probably gonna be in control
of us for the rest of our f*cking lives.

Randy... You're still young, Rand.

Why don't you just take
the rest of our money

and toddle off to San Cra-fisto?

- Or some place like that.
- [ice scrunching]

I'm not leaving you, Mr. Lahey.

Look, there's gotta be some way.

I tell you, I'd really like to hire
an assistant for you, Randy.

Just the kind you want.

I really, really, really,
really would, Randy.

But we can't afford it
unless we take some of the money

and put it back into the money
that we lost!

You're talking about gambling again,
Mr. Lahey.

No... No, just hear...
Rand, just hear me out.

There's no way I'm letting you gamble any
more of this money on anything, Mr. Lahey.

That's exactly what I'm saying, Randy.

You should!

You were incredible at the track
the other day, Randy.

I have never seen anyone

be able to pick horses
the way you do.

You can be % in charge, Randy.

You can do all the picking.

I got complete faith in you, bud.

- I was pretty lucky.
- Yeah.

You've got a gift, Randy.

And besides...

the more time we spend at the track,

the less time we have to spend here
in the park near Julian.

Yeah. That's true.

You're damn rights, it's true.

Let's do it.

- But I'm in control.
- Okay.

I'm putting us on an allowance.

bucks each per day.

Does that include liquor?

Yeah.

Okay. I'll drink to that!

- Stretch it out, Mr. Lahey.
- Here.

You just did a little...
[muttering]

- Randy, you just went like this. Randy?
- That's powerful.

I know, but you went like this,
you went like this.

- "Ooh." Do that again.
- You do that...

Do that again,
do that again. Ooh...

- I love you, Randy.
- Mr. Lahey!

We're going to the track!
Let's go to the track!

♪ We're going to the track
and we're never coming back ♪

- [knocking on door]
- Come in.

- [Sarah] Hey.
- Hey, what's wrong?

I f*cking hate that stupid bitch Susan
so f*cking much.

Ricky's so stupid.
He's never gonna break up with her.

I know. I know. I heard he was
seeing her tonight.

- Yeah.
- I just stay the f*ck away.

That's what I do.
She still over there?

Ha! What do you think?

[Ricky and Susan
moaning and screaming]

- That's f*cking greasy.
- Ugh! Yeah.

And because of that,

I don't have a place to stay tonight.

Wow, that sucks.

I was getting ready to go to bed.
I got to work in the morning.

Julian... Can I just stay over,
please, for tonight?

Sarah, I'd let you, but I'm a working man,
now. I've gotta get up early.

What's all this sh*t?

- I'm decorating the place.
- You've got a bunch of cool new stuff.

Yeah, it's cool but it's overwhelming.
I don't know where to put it all.

Okay. How about this?

You let me stay over
just for one night

and I'll help you redecorate
your whole place.

- One night?
- Yeah.

I can make it look
f*cking amazing.

All right.
Do you want a drink?

Yeah, you're f*cking right
I want a drink!

Okay, let's get drunk.

This sh*t is sweet.

All right, you guys gotta go.

[theme music]

[seagulls squawking]

[fish] f*ck! f*ck! f*ck off! f*ck!...

f*ck off! Jesus Christ!

[whispering] f*ck.

- [light clicks off]
- [voice whispering] f*ck off.