All language subtitles for Trailer Park Boys Show s02e03.eng

- [Julian] Warning.

The following program contains
really coarse language

weed, alcohol consumption,
smoking, and sexual inferences.

This content may not be
suitable for viewers under 18.

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[sweet poignant jazz]
[birds sing]

[children chatter]

- I still didn't fix my lamp
for fuckin' the game tonight.

Fuckin' piece of shit.

- [Bubbles] What do you
need a lamp for?

- [Julian] What do you
need that for?

- Cause once it gets dark,

you're trying to find,
you drop piece of hash.

And you're, "Ah, fuck,
where did that go?"

Fuckin', I know it's
in there right.

- [Bubbles] Why don't you
just get a flashlight?

- [Julian] Is here a button?

- Yes. Oh fuck, there we go.

Ah, fuckin' perfect, all right.

- So this is your hash
finding lamp?

- Or whatever else. Maybe mixin'
a drink.

You want to know how
much is in there?

So you wanna put, too little,
you wanna have a good drink.

- Why wouldn't you just turn
on a fuckin' light, though?

- Darkness outside.

Happens. Falls.

All right, let's do this.

- Just hang on now. I'm not-

- [Julian] Why do you
keep him going like this?

- Well, because I'm interested.

You keep this around inside
in case you lose hash.

- Well, usually out by the car.

I like to watch the games
outside 'cause I can smoke.

You don't have to worry
about getting smoke

in the baby's lungs, especially
if you're smoking a joint.

- [Julian] So it's
basically your flashlight.

- Even know there's no evidence

it's bad fuckin' bad for them.

- No evidence? What?

- Well, if you're in the fuckin'
trailer,

watch the game, you want
to light up a joint,

and, you know, well,
Trin's got her little,

like, my grandson in there,
whatever.

Apparently you're not
supposed to smoke

in front of your
grandkids or other kids.

- [Bubbles] No, Ricky.

- But there's no fuckin'
solid papers that say

it's goin' to fuck them
over or anything.

- Yes there is!

- [Ricky] I mean I do it
out of respect,

'cause I don't, some people
don't like to smoke it.

- What are you talkin' about?

- He can decide when he's
seven or eight

if he wants to smoke or not.

Not goin' to wait 'til then,
but.

- There's thousands of
documented fuckin' papers

sayin' smoke hurts babies.

- Cigarettes.

- Like, smoke outside.

Why can't you just step
outside and smoke it.

- I always smoke my
cigarettes outside.

- Well that's a good thing.

That's a good start.

Now smoke the dope-

- Oh, you're talkin'
about smokin' dope

and blowin' it on the baby.

- Well not even a joint,
just a little hit

off a water bong or something.

- [Julian] And you blow
it on the baby?

- No, it, fuck, you guys
are missin' the point

of the whole fuckin' cause.

- [Julian] Well, that's
what he said.

- Just don't, try not to
smoke around the baby.

- I try not, I don't.

- Smoke outside or smoke
in the bathroom.

Fuck, just think, man.

- Look, it's got a
morse code button.

[Bubbles imitates
telegraph beeps]

- Pretty hard to see
that on the radio, Bubs.

- Oh.

- All right, what else are
we gonna talk about here.

- Nothing. Let's just
keep gettin' a buzz on

'til the fuckin' game starts.

Fuck all this shit.

- No, I got some fun
facts to talk about-

- [Ricky] Ah, fuck.

- I looked up.

- [Ricky] Mr. Preparation H.

- Why would I be Mr.
Preparation H?

- 'Cause your, I don't
know. It just went together.

- You know what that is, right?

- What?

- Preparation H.

- No.

- That's the stuff you
stick in your hoop

if you got a-

- Ass cream, man, for
hemorrhoids.

- What do you mean,
stick in your hoop?

- You gotta put this
cream up your ass

if you've got hemorrhoids
and shit, man.

- What are the fuck
you you talk...

You put cream on your finger

and drive your finger
up your ass?

What are you talkin' about?

- It doesn't go in.

You just put it on the
actual 'roid.

- I've never had hemorrhoids,

so I, I don't know, but
it's hemorrhoid cream.

- I don't even know how
the fuck we got on asses

and things goin' in asses.

- You called me Mr.
Preparation H.

- I thought 'cause you're
prepared, all right?

- I know, but why would
you add the H

when that's a hemorrhoid cream?

You basically called me
hemorrhoid cream.

- No, it's from a TV show,

the greatest hero of
the Americans

when he was Mr. H. and
he was always prepared.

That's what I was talkin' about.

- The Greatest American Hero

'cause he had H on his
little fuckin' costume.

- He didn't have H on it,
did he?

- I don't fuckin' know.

- You know what, boys,

I'm too fucked to be talkin'
about this stuff right now.

All I meant to say was
you're fuckin' prepared.

So what do you got?

- I am prepared.

- [Ricky] Fuck.

- So I was just readin'

fuckin' Stamos is back
on the liquor.

- Oh, yeah.

- Did you know that?

- [Ricky] What do you mean?

- Stamos, you know Stamos.

- Yeah.

Three's a crowd, or
whatever the fuck that-

- "Full House."
- "Full House."

- [Ricky] Yes. Full crowd.
- See, he doesn't know how to,

that's somebody who does not
know how to pace themself.

[sweet poignant jazz]

[birds chirping]
[children chatter]

- Hi, I'm Sarah, and I
live in Sunnyvale.

Okay, questions.

So the first thing is
who they're from, right?

- [Trinity] Yes.

- This one's name Sara,
which is a fantastic name.

"Dear Sara, you're a
versatile and talented lady,

beautiful too."

Well, obviously.

"What's your favorite way to
spend the day in Sunnyvale,

provided the boys aren't
fucking things up too much?"

Well, whenever we aren't
looking after Moe,

me and Trinity basically,
like to just get really high.

Our new thing lately is we've
been making a lot of jewelry,

and we make a lot of
snacks and we just,

like, get really blasted
out of our minds

and eat snacks.

And it's fuckin' awesome.

Okay.

Next question, Dion Jamieson.

"Sarah, what's up with you
falling in love

with the guys Ricky makes,
basically, his slaves,

Cory, Trevor and even Jacob.

Do you think it's something
like pity you have towards them

that makes you
attracted to them.

Thanks."

Uh, Dion, I'm not
attracted to them.

I was never attracted
to any of them.

Like, duh, obviously it's pity.

I felt sorry for them.

They can't run themselves,

and they needed
someone to run them.

So I just, like, took them
over for a bit.

And then I was done with Jacob,

so now Trinity runs him.

And it's no big deal.

Fall in love.

Ah, Jenks wonders,

"Sarah, would you ever
consider getting back together

with Ricky?"

No.

Chloe Jamieson wants to know,
oh,

"Sarah, if you had to kill
one, fuck one and marry one,

who would you pick and why?

Out of Ricky, Bubbles
and Julian."

That's like the worst
fucking thing

I've ever heard in my life.

I wouldn't kill any of them
'cause they're my friends.

And that would make me like
some fuckin' psychopath.

And I don't fuck people.

Sometimes I bang people,
but we don't fuck.

That's so crass, God.

And marry?

Like, hello, I'm not
really the marrying kind.

So, to answer your question,

I think that's a really
fucked up game,

and I don't like it, and
I'm not playing.

Allison Hope wonders,

"Dear Sarah, after
all these years

dealing with stress in the park,

how do you manage to
stay so young?

Your face seriously hasn't
aged since the early 2000s.

What's your secret?

Well, Allison, I don't
know what you want from me,

but you're not getting it, okay?

Like, it's been 17 years
since those guys

started filmin'
whatever in the park,

and I look 17 years older.

And you know what,

I'm totally fuckin'
cool with that.

I'm 41. I look 41, and
that's great.

I'm not into this whole
thing of like,

"Ooh, people want to
be young all the time."

Like, I just think, you
know, I look my age.

I mean that's, I should be nice.

That's nice of you to say.

I use Oil of Olay, okay.

Uh, oh, another suck-up
question, I guess.

NjdB says,

"Hi Sarah, before I
praise your smarts,

before I praise your smarts,

first let me compliment you

being the hottest
person in the park."

Well, I think, really, the
smart should come before the hot

because I always think, you
know, you can brains and beauty,

and it's nice to have both
which, obviously, I do.

But I think, you know, really,
your brains

are gonna get you
further in life.

So, next time you give
someone a compliment,

I would say definitely
put the smarts first.

And I don't think that, oh yes,
oh no,

he did ask a question.

"Apart from Bubbles, you're
clearly the smartest person

in the park.

Do you ever see yourself owning
and/or running Sunnyvale?

You managed the Dirty
Dancer, Julian's Sports Bar.

Surely it would be easy for
you, and you'd do a better job-"

Obviously.

"than Barb, Julian,
Drunkey-the-Fuck-clown

or that cavedick Sam."

Um, like, I don't think I
would ever wanna run Sunnyvale

because there's so many fucking
crazy people that live here.

Like, I would not
wanna be in charge

of tryin' to track down
people's lot fees and stuff.

And also there's always
people like Ricky around

just, like, making a
huge mess and screaming,

and the cops are always called.

So, no.

Um, I would do a better job,
yes.

Obviously, I would do a
much better job.

But I would never wanna do that.

And, actually, I think Barb
does a pretty good job.

I have to say.

Barb, um, ran a
pretty good park.

Last question is Aaron
Estevan Villarreal.

"Sarah, are you finally gonna
go back to being with Ricky?"

No.

So, I guess that's it.

These are the questions
you guys asked.

I wanna say thank you very much

for, like, keepin' it real

and not asking
anything too gross.

I really appreciate that

'cause you know I won't
answer it anyway.

And, uh, yeah, Sarah
from Sunnyvale,

we out.

Well, actually, the fuckin'
birds came back from south.

And they're all, "This
is cool, it's spring."

And then we got a bunch of snow,

and they got fucked
over big time.

Bunch of them probably
fuckin' starved to death.

They couldn't find any
food and shit.

So,

[Ricky chomps on chip]

in case that happens, I'm
gonna get you learnin'

on how to make these little
bird feedies and bird housies,

and birds are gonna be fuckin'
looked after this year.

Here's what you're gonna need.

One of these little trays,

some apples,

one of these fuckin' things,
just a coat hanger, cut.

Some water, soap and shampoo,

one of these little
drink containers,

a bunch of fuckin' seed
and, I guess one of these

little things that help big
things go into smaller things.

All right, a torch, some drills,

snippers,

this shit that's for pipe,

bunch of, you know, glue
and wood, saw.

You don't even need a fuckin'
measurin' tape for this.

I'm gonna show you how to
make a furkin' bird housie

without even using a measurin'
tape.

But first we're gonna
make a bird feedie.

Peanut butter.

It's fuckin' good for
birds. They love this shit.

So what you wanna do is

we got three compartments here.

We're gonna make three different
types of food for them.

For fuck sakes.

[wooden spoon clatters]

Thanks, guys, for gettin'
me some great fuckin' tools.

This is amazing.

You want to take some of
this delicious

fuckin' peanut butter, just
coat that shit on there.

For fuck sakes.

Get that on there as
good as you can.

All right.

Fuck.

Now, in this big
compartment here

we'll probably put
some bird seed

on top of the peanut butter.

Make sure that sticks
really good there.

Yeah, that's lookin' fuckin'
awesome.

In one of these small
compartments,

we'll take some of this
little toasties.

Break those fucking things up

'cause birds love bread crumbs.

Mixed with peanut
butter, it's even better.

Get some of that in there.

I'm havin' some ketchup
chips for breakfast,

so put some of those on there
mixed with the peanut butter.

Birds'll probably love
that fuckin' thing.

Fuck.

Now,

you're gonna want to
be able to hang

this fuckin' thing from a tree,
so.

This stuff is like wire,
I guess.

You could use that for catchin'
rabbits

or all kinds of different
crazy shit, so.

[drill whirring]

There we go.

It's a lot easier to do
when you're not covered

[Ricky yells]
in fuckin' peanut butter!

All right, and look at
that bird feedie.

Fuckin' beautiful.

Set that up there.

Birds come in and like,

"Holy fuck, I'm fuckin'
starvin' and now I'm not.

I can eat all this shit.

Holy fuck. Ketchup chips,
are you fuckin' kiddin' me?"

Awesome.

- Okay, now, just before we
bring in our special guest in,

we have got an incredible thing.

A lot of places-

- What the fuck!

- Randy, don't say "fuck"
on the air.

You're a "frig" guy.

A lot of people give us
presents over the years.

This present was given to me.

And the guy's name is
on the back.

It's Donny Brown.

And he makes

[guitar strums]

three-string guitars like this.

And he gave this to me.

And I'm so proud and
happy about this,

I just wanted to show it off.

But look at this.

Look, Randy.

Oh.

Ta-da!

- [Randy] There's liquor in it!

- [Mr. Lahey] I know.

There's liquor in it,

and there's dopey-poo
in this little bag here.

And there's a cigar right there.

And isn't it incredible.

And you know what?

This thing hooks up
an amp-li-kire.

- Really?

- Yeah.

We should get an
amplifier and I,

we should go on the road,
Randers.

- Hey I'll be, I
could play kazoo.

[Mr. Lahey sings]

- They're gonna put us
in the movies.

They're gonna make some
big stars out of we.

Don't you think, Randy?

[Randy sings]

Do do do do.

[Mr. Lahey sings] Do you
know that's sad and lonely.

- Okay, guess what?

It's time for our guest Randy.

- We got guests?

- It's time for our
special guests.

And every week we're gonna
show you special things

that people give us.

As an in, as an incren-en-enema.

Fuck, some, put some
shit on the,

ugh God.

- What's wrong, Mr. Lahey.

- Naw, somebody dropped
a pickle puck

on the fuck locker, Randy.

[Mr. Lahey groans]

[indistinct]

- I'm gonna make some burgers-

- This [indistinct] show's
fallin' apart, Randy.

You fucked up, bud.

- I did not.

- Just wait.

I, uh, oh, geez we have
another minute.

I just want,

this is time for our
commercial break

for "The Dickshitnary."

- [Randy] Good job, Mr. Lahey.
No lulls.

- Yeah, and look it's a,

this is with apologies to
William Blake.

"Sphincter, sphincter,
burning bright.

Through my tortured
sleepless night.

Was it the peppers in my sub,

or the soap
insertion in my tub?"

That was like an apology to,

I wrote this book.

Go to dickshitnary.com
and buy your own.

Now, there's a companion piece

'cause he wrote, "Tyger,
Tyger burning bright."

And then he wrote, "Little
Lamb who made thee."

So I wrote, "Little Turd,
who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Ate the food so you could grow.

Pushed you out with
grunt and blow.

Wiped your remnants
from her ass.

Smiled so sweetly
when you passed.

Grabbed the handle of the loo,

and sadly said,
'Farewell to you.'"

- Ah.

- "Little Turd, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

- I don't like dost, Mr. Lahey.

- Dost thou know it.

- Well if you're gonna
dost any more-

- It's English, Randy.

[insects chirping]

[dog barks]

- [Ricky] Shut up!

You better shut up, or I'll
come out there after you.

I wear to God, I'll kill
everyone of you.

- [Julian] Ricky,
would you shut up!

[dog barks and howls]

Go to sleep!

- Well I've been out of
jail for week now,

and it's time for me to make
some important decisions

in my life.

[light percussion music]

I'm gonna go to
community college.

- [Ricky] Please, dog,
please stop barking.

I'm tryin' to sleep here.

- I'm either gonna become an
electrician, a meat cutter,

or I'm gonna get into television
and radio broadcasting.

- [Ricky] Stop fuckin' barking!

[gun firing]

- Ricky, what are you shootin'
at?

- [Ricky] Shut the fuck up!
- Squirrels and dogs and-

[gun firing]

- Shut up!

- [Julian] Ricky!

Hold your fire.

[cat lapping]

Jesus Christ.

What are you doin?

- Sh, sh. Listen, listen.

[dog barks]
Asshole.

[gun fires]
[bullets whiz]

- Ricky!

What are you doin?

I'm on probation, man.

- I'm tryin' to get some
sleep here, man.

- Do you wanna go back to jail?

I can't handle this living
in a car stuff.

- You wanna go back to jail?

- Listen to this stuff. Listen-

- Get in the car!

[gun fires]

Get in the car.

- [Bubbles] Stop fuckin' firin'!

- [Julian] Jesus.

Get in there.

[car horn honks]
- [Person] What in the fuck!

- I wish everyone would
shut the fuck up, out there.

- Ricky.

What are you doin'.
- Assholes.

- Ricky!

Listen, gimme that gun.

- You don't know what it's
like livin' in a car, Julian.

I got insects and animals
fuckin' me around here.

- Well that's what you
gotta deal with

when you live in a car.
- [Ricky] I can't sleep.

- [Julian] Go to sleep.
You know what?

You're movin' out of
here tomorrow.

- Why?

- [Julian] 'Cause your drivin'
me nuts.

You're shootin' guns off
in the middle of the night.

- It's not a big deal, Julian.

- [Julian] Think, Ricky, think!

- I can't sleep is the problem.

- [Julian] Go to sleep.

[car door slams]

- Can I have the gun back
in case anything happens?

- No more of that shit.

- [Ricky] I won't fire it
unless I absolutely have to.

- You're not gonna
fire it at all.

Go to sleep.

Idiot.

[Ricky whispers]
- Fuck you.

[dog barks]
Shut up.

[dog barks]
Shut up!

[dog barks]
Shut!

[gun fires]
Up!

- [Julian] Ricky!
[dog howls and bays]

Put that thing away.

[birds chirping]

[Ricky snores]

[door banging]

- I want my kitty.

- [Ricky] Frig off, Bubbles.
You gave me the cat.

- I didn't say you
could keep him.

And I don't want him
livin' in a fuckin' car.

- Bubbles,

you've got tons of cats.

Let me keep him.
- [Bubbles] He was a loner.

I loaned him to you.

- Well, I need him.

Look at my weed plants.
One of them's dead.

- I don't give a flyin' fuck.

I didn't, never said you
could keep him.

- What the hell you doin'
waking me up so early.

- No cat of mine's gonna
live in a car.

Julian?

- [Julian] Both of you guys,
shut up!

- [Bubbles] Ricky won't
gimme my kitty.

- Ricky, give him his cat.

- [Ricky] It's my cat now.

- [Julian] I don't care.
Give him his cat.

- [Ricky] Look.

[Ricky grunts]

See that? You know why
that plant's dead?

'Cause a squirrel peed in it.

That's why I need the cat.

He protects my weed plants.

I got four plants left, guys.

It's all I got left in my life.

Please, let me have one
cat to protect my plants.

- Here's what I know, Ricky.

If you love somethin',
let it go.

If it comes back to you,
you own it.

If it doesn't, you don't own it.

[spacey music]

And if it doesn't, your
an asshole, just like you.

- [Julian] Stay in the car.

- [Bubbles] Give me the cat.

Bubbles, take your cat.
Get out of here.

[Ricky banging on car door]
Ricky, you stay in the car.

- [Ricky] Let me out of this
car right now. [Ricky banging]

- Ricky, calm down!

- Fuckin' let me outta here.

I want that cat back.
I need him.

- [Julian] Bubbles,
get outta here.

Calm down, Ricky.

- [Ricky] I just got woken up

in the middle of a great dream,

and I'm pissed off.

[ice tinkles]

"Dear Julian, I have a neighbor
who is always comin' over

to borrow my tools or askin'
for snacks and other shit

when he sees me out on my porch.

He borrowed my lawn trimmer,

and after usin' up all
my string, fuel

and then bring it back
to me all fucked to shit,

he then had the nuts to
ask me if I could help

put a new trimmer he
had just bought together

and if I had any more fuckin'
fuel."

Are you kiddin' me?

"How can I tell this douche
moocher of a neighbor

he can't borrow any
more of my shit

without bein' a complete
dick about it?"

[Julian clears throat]

[Julian sighs]

Fuck. You know, you
shouldn't have let the guy

fuckin' borrow your
shit in the first place.

Okay?

Sounds like you got a
neighbor like Ricky.

Ricky does this to
people all the time.

He'll borrow the tools.

He'll either, he'll
try to take them

and not give them back.

Or if he does give them back,

he'll beat the shit outta them

because of pissed off that your,

like, naggin' him, sayin',

"Give me my fuckin' tools back."

So, I mean.

[Julian sighs]

Best thing I would do
with this guy,

get really drunk and high
with him until he passes out

and then fuck with him, okay?

Hit him a few times,
if you want.

Draw some shit on him.

I don't know, piss on him.

Do what ever you want
to this guy,

but do it when he's wasted.

He'll wake up and then
you'll be like, "Hey, man,"

if he says, "What you do
this to me for?"

You're like, "You're a fuckin'
drunk, man.

You did it to yourself.

Abuse the fuck out of him.

Like, okay, this is plan two.

After you do that, borrow the
motherfucker's new trimmer.

Use his fuel. Fuck
over his string.

And fuck it over and give
it back to him.

If he, you know,
gets mad at you,

you either punch him in the face

and say, "You fucked
over my trimmer first."

Or just say, you know,
"Fuck off" and, I don't now.

Just punch him in the face.

I don't know if that's
great advice or not,

but I know how you feel, man.

It pisses me off that somebody

could fuck over your
shit like that.

Fuck him over when he's drunk.

Fuck over his shit.

Fight him if you have to.

DJP420,

[ice tinkles]

"I need some advice.

I have a solid way to
more to Florida.

The catch is, ah, is my family.

That's the only catch here.

I live in Chicago.

I'm not happy here.

I have the money moved.

But I don't wanna leave my
three-year-old son nor my mom.

I'm simply not happy in Chicago.

I have to worry about myself
and my wellbeing also."

Okay, you're fucked, okay?

Number one, you had the kid,
all right?

The kid is your responsibility,

not your mother's
responsibility.

If you're like all
down on yourself

because you're not
fuckin' happy in Chicago,

which is fucked because
I've been to Chicago.

It's an awesome place to be

and I would fuckin' love
to live there.

You kiddin' me.

All the pubs you guys have
downtown by the water and shit,

turnin' your water green at St.
Patrick's.

You live in a good fuckin' city.

Al Capone, come on.

Yeah, so,

you're thinkin' too much
about your self here.

You think about your son.

If you can move to Florida
with your son, maybe,

and make it, which you
probably could,

unless your bein' a
selfish bitch,

then take your son, all right?

Ended.

Fuckin' dumb.

- How the fuck does a duck
have hit song, though.

Like, hey, "I'm dancin'
duck and."

How's he, does he sing?

- You don't remember Disco Duck?

- [Ricky] I don't think so.

- Ricky.

- What year was it?

- [Bubbles] 1976.

- [Julian] Sing a bit of it,
Bubs.

- Wasn't it just like the
Village People, disco, disco duck.

- Yeah, that was it.

And they would do like a
Donald Duck kind of thing.

- Okay, hold the fuck on here.

But, is the duck the one
singin' the fuckin' song.

Is it a quack song.

I don't understand what
the fuck a disco duck does.

- You think a duck was
actually singin'

the fuckin' song, Ricky?

- Was he the singer or
he was the song?

- Ducks can't fuckin' sing.

- That was my point.

- Well, it's pretty fuckin'
obvious, man, that it's not-

- It could have been like
the Chipmunks, though.

You know how they make
chipmunks singing songs,

maybe a duck fuckin'.

I don't know how you would

shift it into a duck talk, but.

- This internet sucks.

- Pull up Disco Duck, then.

- I can't get on Mary
fuckin' Antoinette's servers.

- Sing the song.

How the fuck, was it
a dumb song?

How does it become number one?

I could have wrote a song
called "Disco,"

look at loolie loolie chicken.

There you go.

You guys are makin' fun of that.

Maybe that could be number one.

- I think loolie loolie
loolie chicken's

a fuckin' hit waitin' to happen.

- Here we go, "Disco Duck."
- These chips are fucked.

- No, internet's fucked.

- It's not gonna play?

- Wow, what a fuckin' great
piece of history lesson this is.

- [Bubbles] No "Diso Duck"
was fuckin' huge, Ricky.

- Did you ever dance to it?

- Maybe.

- [Ricky] You disco danced
to "Disco Duck," did you?

- Oh, I might have.

- Had a little shiny fuckin'
kid's suit,

goin' around dancin' for fuckin'
coins.

- I didn't have a shiny
disco suit when I was a kid.

- Yes, you did, man.

What are you talkin' about?

- [Ricky] I do remember-

- A sliver one.

- I did not have a
shiny disco suit.

- Shiny, silver, it was like
a jump suit or somethin'.

- [Ricky] I thought
it was white.

- Was it white.? I
thought it was silver.

- I wonder if I can
chew this in half.

- Ricky.

[Ricky taps table]

- All right, boys.

- I'm done.

- I gotta go build a water bong

for the fuckin' big
Blue Jays game tonight.

- This internet's not working.

- Angela Lanberry,
Lansbury's birthday.

- Well, that's great. Awesome.

- "Murder, She Wrote."

- Awesome.

- She'd be a-

- [Julian] Happy birthday.

- If you're gonna pick someone

not to hang out with, though,
maybe.

- Oh, absolutely.

Why in the fuck would
you hang out with her.

Every fuckin' where she
goes, somebody gets murdered.

- Yeah, it's pretty fucked.

- "Oh, I'm goin' on vacation
to the fuckin' Poconos"

Murders.

- All right, I'm take,

good job with this one, Bubs.

- [Ricky] Good job, Bubs.

- Nice facts, buddy.

- Tim Robbins' birthday.

[objects crash and clatter]

Aw.

- Jesus, Ricky.

Are you kiddin' me?

- [Ricky] Fuck!

- Like, was that necessary?

[Ricky groans]

Holy fuck.

- [Ricky] I wanted to prove
I could fuckin' do it,

and I fucked up.

[sweet poignant jazz]

[seabirds squawk peacefully]

[waves lapping]

[boat chugging]

[seabirds squawk]

- [Fish] Oh fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck off, fuck, fuck

ooh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jesus Christ!

[metal grinding]

[wildcat snarls]

[latch closes]

- [Whispering voice] Fuck off.

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