10x01 - Freedom 45?

[bunniefuu]

Can I help you?

Can I help you?

No, I'm good, bud.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!

- Oh, hey, guys.
- Look at this dumb f*ck.

Listen, I've got to get
you to hold up right here.

I just need to check it out
with Julian first, okay?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Get the frig back here,
you stupid dicks!

Stop the van!

Get back here,
you dicks! Stop!

You stay right there, buddy!
Friggin' don't you move!

- f*ck off, Randy!
- I'm on public property.

You stay right there!
No.

- What the frig...
- Turn that camera off!

Whoa, what the f*ck
are you guys doing here?

Get the f*ck
out of my park!

Just sh1tting you!
Come on, boys.

Come and grab a drink,
check out my bar.

It's f*cking
crazy in here.

Pretty f*cking cool, huh?

I've got
two booths over here,

a pool table, full-length
bar, lots of liquor.

Check out all this country sh*t
I bought at a flea market.

Head bartender,
Marguerite. Say hi.

Howdy, boys!
What's your pleasure?

- This is Jacob.
- Jacob, say hi.

Oh... hey.

This is the sh**t
bar over here.

We've got different
kinds of sh*ts.

And live entertainment
seven nights a week!

Thank you! We're going to take
a little break here, folks.

Like f*ck are, Bubbs.
Keep it going! Finch!

Keep the drinks
servin' up, man.

Come on, we're staying
open late again tonight.

This is my third double shift in a row!
I don't give...

go smoke a joint, grab a drink.
You'll be fine, man.

- When am I getting paid?
- Look, you're going to get paid!

You heard the man,
ladies and gentlemen.

Get on your drinking shoes.

Bubbles And The Shitrockers
are here all night!

One, two, three, four...

Who wants sh*ts?

Line up and get the
sh*ts, everybody!

And this is my girlfriends.
Bambi and Dakota.

Hi!

Right now?

It's too busy.
You promised.

I'll take care of you
guys later, all right?

Come out here, guys.

Things are pretty
good for everyone.

I mean,
life is f*cking good.

It may have taken a little
longer than I had hoped for

but Freedom

sounds just as good
as Freedom .

Cory!

'Sup, dude? We're staying
open late again tonight,

so the parents want you to put the kids
to bed in the bus soon, all right?

And I'm cool with that

'cause Cory gets
bedtime tips.

Come and check
out Ricky's store.

This is going to be f*cking funny.
Wicked.

That sh*t will make
your cock bigger...

- Look who's back, Rick.
- f*ck! What the...

Ricky, what the... Whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Calm the f*ck down!
What the f*ck, man?

You guys are supposed
to be gone forever!

Jesus! Julian, you
f*cking promised, man.

You said this was it, they're
f*cking done! Ah, f*ck!

And now here they are!

This is f*cking bullshit! I thought
we were partying all night tonight.

Would you f*cking relax?
We are partying tonight.

I'm not partying with
these f*cking dicks!

Rick, they promised to stay
out of your way, all right?

Ricky, would you
f*cking calm down?

I just want the world
to see that we made it.

Let's celebrate.

I am pretty pumped
to get drunk tonight.

Well, let's get f*cking drunk, then!
All right.

What are you doing?

- Getting drunk and high.
- We're celebrating.

No...

What do you mean, no?

No, that's...
abso-f*cking-lutely not.

The chart says that
we have to be banging

between : and : for
optimal chances, and I...

I don't want to get hungover.
You're not going to be hungover.

We'll just keep drinking
right till then. You

know I bang a lot
harder when I'm drunk.

Okay, no booze
and no weed

and you're sleeping in my
bed until I get pregnant.

All right? All right.
I'll be in in a minute.

I've just got to finish up
with Reggie. I love you.

"Love you!"
Have fun, bud.

I'm going to get drunk.
Lucky prick.

Julian.

What? You've got to
take the noise down.

The people in the new
subdivision are complaining.

Randy, I don't give a f*ck.
I'm partying all night.

And if the cops come,
you're fired.

Do your f*cking job!

I'm trying to do my job.

But it's a little friggin'
hard with no authority!

I've been trailer park
supervisor for a few months now

but it's not
nearly as glamorous

as what Mr. Lahey
used to make it sound.

Especially with Julian bossing
me around all the time.

There's a lot more to this
job than meets the eye,

let me tell you.

Mr. Lahey and I,
we decided it was best

if we took a break
for a little while.

It was only supposed
to be for a couple of weeks

but it's been a couple
of months now.

Oh, sh*t!

Hey, Ted.

Evening, Randy.

I've got a lot of noise complaints
coming in tonight, bud.

Sorry. Some new residents
moved in and...

I'll deal with it, Ted.
Don't worry about it.

Will you?

Because things might not go
too smooth for you

if I have to go down to Julian's
and deal with this myself.

Know what I'm
saying, Randy?

Sakes!
Okay, guys, here.

No more filming,
all right?

We'll talk to you guys tomorrow
or something, all right?

Come back after lunch.

Here. And stop dropping
the f*cking things

and breaking
them, you yoyo!

I didn't drop a f*cking
glass and break it.

Julian.

What? Look, I'm
f*cking sorry, bud,

that I got too drunk
to keep playing

but I am f*cked! Bubbs,
don't worry about it.

I mean, you get as drunk as
you f*cking want, all right?

Man, dudes.

$ . in tips, man!
Ridiculous!

All from tonight? That's f*cking
awesome, Cory! Yeah, dude!

See, boys, that's what I'm talking about.
We might not be rich,

but if we can keep things going at
the level they're going right now,

that's Freedom as
far as I'm concerned.

Totally f*cking
agree, Julian.

This is all I need
in my life, right here.

f*cking cart business
starting to boom,

f*cking kitties got
all their needles,

couple of bucks in
my pocket for liquor.

Best of all,

my best friends are all
here and not in jail.

Never going back, man.

Roc Pile, stop working.
Get over here.

Pick up a sh*t.
I want to do a toast.

Yes, let's have
a f*cking toast!

To Freedom .

No. Can't toast to that.
Ricky's not here.

That was all of our dreams.
Gotta wait for Ricky.

All right, okay, we'll do it
again tomorrow night, then.

How about, I'm getting as drunk
as f*ck every night this week?

Yeah, f*cking
suck that!

Ju-li-an!
Hey, girls.

Hey, baby.

Hi!

He has time for us.

Are you coming
to the bedroom?

Yeah, you promised. You
guys want to shut it down?

Ooh!
Yeah, we do.

Come get us.
Better hurry.

Excuse me.

All right, boys. Try to
get some sleep for me

because you know I'm not
getting any tonight. Again.

Let a player know if he needs
to tag in and help you.

♪ ...smelling like a
rose that somebody... ♪

Ricky!
Boys!

What the f*ck are
you doing? You're up!

f*cking right, I'm up!

Couldn't sleep. My brain
started talking at me.

Lucy said,
no weed and no booze.

She didn't say a f*cking
thing about mushrooms.

You're on mushrooms?

I took a big handful, man.

They're kicking in
They're f*cking awesome!

Here, let me get
you a liquor drink.

I don't even need
one, buddy. Come on!

- Get a drink.
- Come on!

- Ricky!
- Boys, get on. Huddle up.

Look, I want to do a toast here.
Toast time! Toast time!

To Freedom , boys!
We did it!

Ricky! Ricky!

What the f...
Jesus Christ, Ricky!

Why do you get like the Hulk
when you're on mushrooms?

The Hulk was a big,
green p*ssy!

I'm mushroom man!
Come on!

You're f*cking unbelievable.

You couldn't take
one night off?

Lucy, I didn't drink,
or smoke weed,

I swear to g*dd*mn
f*cking Jesus!

Okay, well your pupils are f*cked!
You know what? f*ck it!

I was supposed to take care of
Mo while Trin was at the mall...

You can. I'm f*cking going out.
Maybe I'll get drunk.

Does this mean we're
not banging later?

Just go bang yourself.

You guys are f*cking late. You were
supposed to be here an hour ago,

you f*cking dummies!

Just a second. I'm coming.

Grammie's just getting mad at
Grampy for some f*cking reason!

Are you going to play with
Grampy's ashtray again?

Okay, I'll be right
back, little buddy.

So this is the family
business, the dr*gs Store.

You can pretty much get whatever
the f*ck you want in here,

as long as whatever
you want is to get stoned.

Now I named all
the sh*t in here

after the people in the
park's favourite things.

You've got your
Bubble's Gummies,

uh, T's Green Tea,

Julian's Juice, which is basically
a protein shake-and-bake

for gym dummies.

And this is my sh*t here:

Ricky's Nuclear Angel Butter.

It's f*cking awesome for
baking. Try that sh*t out.

- Thanks, man.
- Yeah.

So yeah. Life's
pretty f*cking great.

Me and Lucy, Trin,
Jacob, Mo, all in one roof.

Except for Willie Goat.

Had to give that cock-sucker to
a farm once his nuts dropped.

He's a g*dd*mn nightmare
trying to hump everything:

The f*cking stove, fridge,

the stereo, TV, my leg.

So this is where Trin
and Jacob and Mo live.

Jesus Christ, Jacob! Put
on some f*cking underwear!

Is that how you sleep
next to my daughter?

What time is it? I must
have slept through the alarm.

I unplugged the f*cking alarm.
What? When?

Earlier. I came back from Julian's,
the thing was f*cking blaring.

Why didn't you wake me up?

Because that's not my
f*cking job, Jacob.

You need to learn to look
after yourself, bud. Oh, man!

I'm working four jobs
trying to save up money

for mine and Trin's
wedding but...

normally it's the bride's
father who pays for the wedding

but, in this case
that's Ricky, so...

He says I've got to learn
how to... for to be a man.

So that's what I've
got to do, I guess.

I've got to pay the bills.

He says I could just get two or
three more jobs to make ends meet,

but I don't know when
I'm supposed to do that.

I have no time to brush
my teeth, no time to sleep.

What does he expect?

Hey, look at that.

Your finger's the perfect
size for packing weed joints.

So what do you think?
Should Grammie

and Grampy make
another one of you?

"I don't know, Grampy.

"Babies are a bit of a
pain in the f*cking ass

and you guys aren't
getting any younger."

I hear you. But you're a cute
little bastard, aren't you?

Isn't he f*cking cute?

You like rolling jointie-wointies
with Grampy-wampy?

Let's try the
other finger.

Maybe you'll be
left-handed.

Maybe you'll be amphibious.
That'd be pretty f*cking cool.

Hey, what's up, dude? I heard
you were calling for me.

Yeah. What are
you doing today?

I'm mowing lawns
with Randy.

Perfect.
Here, drink that.

Put a couple
filters in here.

Two perfectly rolled
joints, all thanks to you.

Cool. What's this?

It's a weed drink I'm working
on, Hour De-Energy.

It's probably pretty potent,
so I can't take it.

I've got to bang Lucy later.
I can't be too f*cked up.

Well, am I going
to be too f*cked up?

I don't f*cking know.
It's an experiment.

Anyway just pay attention how
long it takes to kick in,

how strong it is and
all that... Oh, my f*ck!

Oh, dude,
that wasn't me, I swear.

It's him,
you f*cking idiot!

Ughh...

Man, that's heinous, dude!

Oh, man, that's nasty. Cory,
get the f*ck out of here.

You're driving
me nuts.

I don't know what it is.

Never used to bother me,
but as I get older,

a f*cking low
tolerance for smells.

Probably from hanging
around Randy my whole life,

who smells like
complete sh*t.

There you go.

Oh, God, that's bad.

Jesus Christ,
how is that even possible?

It's bigger than you are,
for Christ's sake!

Oh, f*ck!

Ricky's grandson doesn't
stand a g*dd*mn chance.

Not just because he's
named after a motel,

but because Ricky's
helping to raise him.

People forget that Lucy and I
had a kid a few years back.

Baby Randy.

Ah, frig!

But when it became clear

that I was no longer welcome

and that Ricky was
going to be raising him,

I said frig that!

I wanted him to have a
chance at a better life.

So I told Lucy I wanted
to put him up for adoption.

And she thought it'd be
the best thing for him too.

Now she's talking about
having another baby!

Unbelievable!

Bubbles, where are
you coming from?

Are those carts stolen?

How many times have we
been through this, Randy?

When the f*cking things
are down over the bank,

they don't belong
to anyone!

Just because someone doesn't
have them in their possession

doesn't mean they still
don't own them, Bubbles.

Oh, really, Randy?

Almost like if somebody got
something f*cking repossessed,

and then some slime-covered bitch
bought it at a f*cking discount

while the person was trying
to save up to get it back?

Is that what you mean?
f*ck off!

Randy thinks he's so f*cking big
ever since he became supervisor.

He makes a couple bucks
and first thing he does,

goes and buys my old shed
that Eons took back from me.

Buys a great big boom box

that he knows I was
eyeing up at Zellers.

He's being a f*cking
arsehole, if you ask me.

But I can't focus on that sh*t.
There's too many...

too many good
things happening.

The cart business is going
to start booming again,

I can feel it in my bones.

The market's going to get hot

and I'll be selling these silver
b*tches as fast as I can fix them.

Oh, yeah!
And I'm practicing up

for this thing right here:

Open mic contest
at the Legion.

Look at that.
$ grand prize.

Plus, if I win, I get to
compete in the Legionals.

Maybe even do the
whole Legion circuit.

I mean that's
a big deal, obviously.

You know, I'd be...

I'd be clocking road strange
every night of the week.

And I don't mean the
regular old load lizards

you see hanging around
the parking lot.

I'd be getting some
quality scrunt.

That's a nice bud, isn't it?
Grampy grew that.

Maybe when you get older, you
can help Grampy grow dope.

The other thing you've got to learn is
the difference between weed and hash.

See, this one here,
that's weed. Smell that.

Yeah, that's strong,
isn't it?

This is hash.
Doesn't that smell nice?

There's my little man!

Thanks for looking
after him, Dad.

Of course, Sweetie.
Hi!

Listen, Luce.
I know I f*cked up,

even though I didn't smoke
dope or drink, which is true.

I been just doing all
this thinking and...

and my thoks are saying
that maybe I'm scared

to have a whole
'nother baby thing.

Yeah, well,
I know you're scared

but maybe we could be
scared together, you know?

The other problem is I don't
even know if it's possible.

Like Mo's our gram-son. So,
if we have another baby,

is it, like, the brother
of the uncle of...

I'm the father... What the f*ck are you?
Like, what...

It's fine, it's fine.

It's okay.

If it's what you
really want to do,

I'll do it.

Don't make it sound like a chore.
Well, it sorta kinda is.

Like, banging for to make
a baby is kinda lame.

Banging for to make a baby

is a whole different kettle
and dish from regular banging.

Like, you actually have
to warm up and stretch.

It's all about the timing,
how f*cking hard you bang.

It just never ends up being
as dirty as regular banging.

It's kind of lame.

It's like pumping gas
it f*cking takes forever

and you're leaving
your hose in there,

and you just want it to end,
and it never f*cking ends.

It's lame.

Ricky, what the f*ck
are you talking about?

Just doing some stretches
over here, Bubbs.

Did you say you
banged an -wheeler?

No. Your mother
did, though.

Banging for to make
dirty.

Will you do some of the crazy
sh*t like we used to do?

Really?
Whatever you're up for.

Lucy, I would love to get some dirty,
dirty, greasy sh*t going on with you.

It's been so long.

Dad!

Sorry about that,
Trin. Listen,

is there any way you and Mo
could leave for a few hours

because this afternoon I am
bringing the f*cking heat

to your mother,
like big-time.

If you guys are around, I
won't be able to concentrate.

Gross. Gross!
It's not gross.

It's me and your mother. It's cool.
It's awesome. Bye.

Nope.

So, do you want to...

Yes! Let's f*cking
go right now!

How the frig do these go?

I don't want any of that stuff
from last night with Ted

showing up on the TV, guys.
I'm serious.

I was just doing my job.

Ah, for frig's sakes!

Hey, Sarah.
How was jail?

It's jail, Randy.
It f*cking sucked.

What about Barb and Donna?
Are they out too?

I don't know
and I don't care.

You know, jail's turned
Barb into a bitch.

What happened
to your chest?

Oh, I read in a men's magazine
that if you shave your chest,

it makes you look
thinner and more cut.

Mm-hmm.

And I've been playing
the field a little bit

and taking better care of
myself now that I'm single.

Really?

And I've been making
Popsicle stick crafts

and sometimes
the Popsicle juice

drips on my chest and
makes me all sticky.

So I shaved it
because of that too.

You know, you can buy those
in bulk at the craft store.

Yeah, but that'd
be cheating, Sarah.

If they don't have
a Popsicle on them,

they're not real
Popsicle sticks.

Holy sh*t! Cory!

My God! Is he dead?

I don't know!

Cory!

Cory!
Cory!

- Cory!
- Cory!

Holy sh*t, Randy,
call !

Cory, look at me.

I think he's
having a stroke.

I had a...
weed drink from Ricky.

Are you just really
f*cking high right now?

Friggin' Ricky!

I've had it
with this sh*t!

Du-u-ude!

Scotty, where are you going?
You don't got to leave, man.

Sorry about this, guys.

Why don't you head
inside and grab a drink?

Marguerite, free
peanuts for everybody

until this banging
stops! f*ck.

Son of a bitch!

Bubbs! Is this
for f*cking real?

Oh, it's for real.

And he'd better gear down or
he's going to break her hips.

Ricky, are you all
right in there?

Yes! All good, buddy!

Just watching...
a movie... with Lucy.

Watching a movie? Must be watching
"Return of the f*ck Machine".

Ricky, close your window! You're
scaring away my customers!

My window's jammed!

I can't really talk right
now, Julian. Sorry, buddy.

Grab your guitar, get up
on stage, drown this out.

The Shitrockers
aren't here till later.

I can't drown that
out on my own.

Yeah-h-h! Get out here
right now, Ricky!

You almost k*lled Cory and turned
him into a friggin' zombie!

Why don't you f*ck off, Randy!

I'm kind of busy
at the moment!

f*ck yourself!

Lucy? Is that you?

Are you in there banging?

Sarah?

Oh, God, you're back from jail!
How was it?

It sucked.

What are you...
What are you doing

and where are
you... staying?

Seriously, Luce? Right now?

Um, I thought maybe I could
stay with you for a bit

just, like, till I get my
sh*t together or whatever.

- Sure!
- No f*cking way!

Cool!

Ricky, you can't be getting
my employees stoned!

I can't run the park with you
interfering all the friggin' time!

Are you f*cked in
the head, Randy?

Seriously,
I'm f*cking busy here!

Don't stop, don't stop...

- Oh, my God!
- Lucy, that's gross!

f*ck, I'm so
glad to be home.

- Hi, Sarah.
- Hi, Bubbles.

Ricky, get the frig out here right now!
The pants are coming off!

My pants are already f*cking
off, you son of a bitch!

You want a f*cking
piece of me?

Why don't you f*ck off, let
the man do his banging?

Frig off, Bubbles.

Frig off? You frig off.
You frig off!

This is official
park business.

I'm trying
to do my job.

Oh, for f*ck's sakes!

Can everybody please shut the f*ck up?
I can't concentrate,

and things are going soft on me in here!
Thanks a lot!

There you go, Randy. Now he's losing
his wood. That's 'cause of you!

It's not my fault!
That's you, right there!

Frig off!
Randy, do up your pants.

My customers don't need
to be seeing this sh*t!

You f*cking little
dirty grandmother!

Stop stepping on my toes, Julian.
Stepping on your toes?

Who the f*ck do you
think you're talking...

Holy f*ck! The wall collapsed!

Jesus f*cking Christ!

Lucy, are you okay?

Oh, my God! Lucy,
are you under there?

Yeah, she's f*cking under here!
She's... She's stuck!

Lucy, I'm trying to move my hips.
Hold on. Are you okay?

I can't move my mouth!

I told you you should f*cking
come outside, Ricky.

Randy, get the f*ck over...
Come on up close,

I'll b*at your f*cking
teeth in, you f*cking idiot!

f*ck! Bubbs, we gotta get in
and get this sh*t of them.

Get it off me!
Julian... Just wait, Ricky!

The whole f*cking
could come down!

She's load-bearing.
She's pinned.

Call , Randy.
Do something!

f*cking useless bitch!

Go... soft!

Lucy, I'm trying but
it still feels good.

- Stop making it feel good!
- I can't move my mouth!

Okay, just hold tight, Ricky.

They're here.

Thanks for coming, guys. I'm
Randy, trailer park supervisor.

Right back here!
Here. Hurry up!

My friend's trapped
under the trailer. Go!

Come on, we've got a structural breach.
Somebody's pinned.

Hey, guys. Thanks for coming.

Thanks for all the stuff you
do, getting cats out of trees

- and all the calendars and stuff.
- What happened here?

Well, we were going through
some old family photo albums

and she kind of tripped
and now her...

jaws of life are stuck
on my little...

you know, whatever you want
to f*cking call it here.

Jesus.

I've been doing this
job for a long time...

and I've never experienced anything
like this situation before.

I mean, yeah, it was...
a little embarrassing.

Like, I just had
a building fall on top of me

and the firefighters were taking
forever, and Ricky was like...

You know, and...

And mostly because
the firefighter

was a guy I used to bang

and I didn't want Ricky
to find out about it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Can I help you?

Donna?

Randy! How are you?
Hi, Randy.

Good. What's going on?
Where are you going? Good.

Oh, we're just heading down to see
Julian for just a little sec.

Sorry, can't let you in.

Only residents.
New park policy.

What? That's the
new park policy, eh?

- Yeah.
- Oh, my God.

Well, we definitely
have to see Julian.

So, what do you
think, Candy? What...

I think we strip you
f*cking buck-naked,

I strap you down on the f*cking
roof of my p*ssy-wagon

and I drive
around this park

with your f*cking little
wiener swinging in the wind!

And Randy, I f*cking
know it's small!

It's f*cking ridiculous!

Frig off. You're not getting in.
I'm closing the gate.

- We're f*cking going.
- Hit it!

Hey! You come back here!

You come back here!

All right, Cory, let me
try this a different way.

How in the f*ck

does your little body
f*cking feel right now?

What do you f*cking feel
in your f*cking body?

Well, it's like spiders and
ants and tingly and stuff.

Okay, spiders
and ants.

That's the kind of sh*t I need
to f*cking know right now.

You feel like you've got
spiders and ants in you?

Un-huh.
All over me, too, dude.

On a scale of to ,
how f*cking tired are you?

.

Thirty-f*cking-four?

Cory, you can't go right
to thirty-f*cking-four.

That doesn't even
give you a relative...

you know... I'm going to have to
cut way back on the f*cking indica

and up the sativa.
I need something with energy.

You know what we should try?
Some f*cking Sudy-feds.

That doesn't have
energy in it, Ricky.

You can't start
jamming Sudafed...

Boys, just shut the f*ck
up for a second, Ricky.

Here, you've got to counterbalance
the weed with liquor.

Gulp that down, plug your nose.
Okay.

That's not
going to work.

Dude, that's, like, rum.
Straight and sh*t!

It's not tequila, dumb-ass.
Just gulp the sh*t down.

Sweetie!

Hey, boys. Are you going
to pound us or what?

I need to get poked.

Just give
minutes, okay?

Baby, you said
minutes

three hours ago!
I'm horny!

We're f*cking busy,
dummies. Okay?

Come on,
it'll be quick.

Quick? There's
two of you.

It's never quick when
there's two of yous.

Fine. Okay.

If you need us, we'll
be in the bedroom,

banging each other without you.
Again.

Julian, just send me in. I can
take care of these ladies.

Aww! I don't think
someone like you

can handle us, Bubbles.

Girls, Cory can't
feel his f*cking legs.

I'll be
minutes, okay?

What does she mean, someone
like me couldn't handle them?

What does that mean,
"someone like me"?

Hey, boys!

Oh, my f*ck...

Barb, did you join a f*cking
bike g*ng or something?

Hey, Barb, Donna!

Candy. Candy. What can
I do for you guys?

Well, first of all,
you can...

wipe that smug little grin
off your pretty little face.

And second, you can...
have a quick gander at that.

I, uh, I'm contesting
your purchase of the park.

Court's in days.
I'm not...

What the f*ck is
this sh*t? I...

My company bought the park
fair and square, Barb.

Oh, what? Your...
Your company

that doesn't
technically exist?

And Jim signing
the documents

while he's soaking
in a tub of liquor? I...

I don't know, but I don't
think that's legal.

Look, I don't know what
you think you're going

to f*cking accomplish
by taking me to court

but maybe we can talk about
this some other time.

I suggest you take your
f*cking mitts off my woman

before I Babe Ruth
your head

right off your
m*therf*cking shoulders!

Okay, f*ck off,
all right?

Listen, I'll take you both on.
Yeah?

And still have a hand left
over to f*cking rub one out!

What are we going to do?
f*cking fight?

You're a chick.
We don't fight chicks.

You don't fight chicks? I'll f*cking
fight you right now. Let's go!

f*cking pretty boy!

Pussies! Yeah, you're
a f*cking p*ssy!

Ten sexy days, Julian.

I hope you don't
mind, boys.

We're taking the
f*cking booze too.

Ahh.

Hey, hey, hey, give me the f*cking booze!
Give me that!

And get out of here.

Here, you can stick this one up
Randy's arse. Go f*ck yourself!

You're f*cked.

Did that really
just happen,

or did I take a bunch more mushrooms
and I forgot I took them?

What the f*ck are we
going to do about this?

This is nothing, man.
Don't worry about it.

We're all right. It's nothing.
It is not nothing,

it's something. It's nothing, Bubbs.
This is nothing!

f*ck! f*ck! f*ck off! f*ck!...

f*ck off! Jesus Christ!

f*ck.

f*ck off.