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It still feels weird coming back here

after being gone for so long.

Hey, Mrs. Johnson! Lawn's looking good!

But, you know, we got all the tables and lights set up,

so hopefully, we'll have everybody

that's been growing vegetables for Bubs

switched over to growing clones by the end of the day.

I mean, that's the plan, anyway. Donnie: Dirty fucking whore slut!

Jesus, Donnie! You're going to have a fucking heart attack, buddy!

Fuck you!

That guy's so fucked.

So, you know. I really don't know how I feel about coming back here.

I mean, Bubbles and Ricky, they're like my brothers

and I do miss hanging out with them

but they seem to be doing pretty good

without me being around, so... you know, who knows?

But one thing I don't miss

is the constant fucking nightmares and bullshit

you've got to deal with living in Sunnyvale.

Okay, Motel, no big deal.

Just sit there like that. That's great.

What the hell? Ricky: That's it.

Julian: Oh, for fuck's sakes!

(Squeaking, emergency brake clicking)

Ricky: Here comes grampie.

Julian: What in the fuck is going on here, boys?

Ricky: Okay, just down on the groundie-woundie

for Grampie-wampie. All right?

Ricky, how the fuck did he get that? No idea.

Well, you better hope the fucking safety's on.

Of course the fucking safety's on! I'm not a idiot!

(Click) Oh, fuck, he just turned it off.

I'm going to have to go in. Oh, Ricky!

Ricky, what are you doing? Ah, fuck!

It's a habit. I'm sorry.

How in the Christ did fucking Mo get a handgun?

He must have found it in the car. I don't know.

I've been looking for that gun for three years. I love that gun.

Oh, he's got your favourite gun, does he?

Fuck. Okay, Mo, just point it at the ground.

Just point it at the ground.

Grampie's going to come and get it, okay?

Bubbles: Ricky, be careful.

That's it, just pass it to Grampie.

That's a good boy.

(Gunshot) (Screaming)

Bubbles: Ricky! Ricky!

Oh, Jesus' fucking horse-cock!

Mo just blew my fucking nuts off! Bubbles: Ricky!

Oh, my fuck! What?

(Anguished screech) Ricky!

(Theme music)

(Crying) Ricky: It's okay, Mo. Grampie's okay.

It's okay, little buddy. It's not your fault.

Grampie's just fucked in the head.

Yeah... yeah. (Wailing)

It looks like both your nuts are still there Ricky,

but there's a big hole in your duffel bag.

(Crying)

Here, sweetie. What the fuck happened?

Aw, is he okay?

(Crying)

I can't believe you let Mo play with a handgun!

I didn't let him. He must have found it somewhere.

All I can say, Ricky, is "wow".

Not now, Sarah, please. Wow-w-w.

Let's go.

(Ricky panting)

Okay, Ricky.

Let me just have a look.

There is one little tube thing hanging out the side here...

Oh, fuck me, Jesus!

Jesus Christ! It's connected to something, is it?

Yeah, my nut!

Oh, sorry, Ricky.

Here, it just... doesn't look like

there's a whole lot of damage to the inside.

Just get that, just... Looks workable.

Julian: Well, glue the fucking thing shut, man.

Glue me?

When you're six miles out to sea and you cut yourself,

you just can't go to the hospital.

Best thing you can do, and a lot of people don't know this,

but you can use Krazy Glue to seal up the cut. Works perfect.

Normally I wouldn't grab on to Ricky's bare genitals like that with my hands

but he's one of my best friends and this is an emergency situation.

That's what best friends do, get right in there!

(Clicking tongue)

Fuck's sakes, that's the...

(Straining) end of the glue right there

but you're fucking sealed up pretty tight there now, Ricky.

Ah, fuck! How does it look?

Well, if I'm being completely honest,

it kind of looks like a...

fresh-out-of-the-oven heaping portion of blueberry grunt

crushed into a roadmap and covered in matted hair. (Chuckling)

What the fuck does that mean?

Let's just say I'd... cancel any boudoir photography appointments

you have booked for the next couple of weeks. (Wheezing laughter)

Any what? Okay, boys, come on, let's go.

We've got a lot of work to do. Get up, Rick.

Just wait, a lot of work to do? Julian, he needs medical attention.

No, he doesn't. He's fine, man. Look.

Ah, fuck! No more gooey shit.

We're all clean. Let's go. Julian!

That is some of my best work

but I can't guarantee that's going to hold.

He needs medical attention.

We're fucking going for it right now. Case closed.

Oh, fuck. All right.

Medical attention. That's what we'll do.

Thanks, Julian. All right, no problem, bud.

Bubbles: Try to keep your legs together, Ricky.

One more time, boys. Two parts of the green shit,

one part of the blue shit, not two, Cory,

and half a part of the fucking pink shit. Do you got it?

Yeah, totally, dude. But what's a part?

Holy fuck, you guys are stupider than fucking June bugs.

The dumbest fucking thing on the planet, aren't you?

I know what a part is. Don't worry, Ricky, man.

We got this. Why are you guys talking about parts?

What are you making? Fuck off!

We're talking about my parts, Randy,

which ones you might want to tongue-lick.

My fucking balls, my cock, my hole or my tits.

Take your pick.

Haha, very funny, Ricky.

Why do you got chicken fingers on your privates?

'Cause it feels fucking wonderful, Randy.

I'm pretending they're your fucking mother.

(Laughs) Oh my God.

I want you out of the park, Julian, now!

Make me.

Make you? Yeah.

You want me out of the park, fucking make me.

Okay, I will.

All right, do it then! Make me!

What are you? Scared?

'Fraidy-cat, 'fraidy-cat!

You want me to make you get out of the park?

Yes, I do. Make me.

All right, you asked for it.

Ah! Ah! Aaah! Ahh!

Julian! Julian!

Let go, Julian! It hurts. Julian!

Julian!

Uh! You're out of your league, Randy.

Now fuck off!

That frigging hurt, Julian!

Ricky: Fucking pussy!

You got honker stomped, Randy! Fucking honker stomped.

(Panting) Take it easy, man.

Keep everything cinched together, Ricky. (Squirrel chirping)

You think this is fucking funny, do you, you little fucker!

Ricky! Ricky... Ahh-ahh-ah! Fuck!

Here, shoot him, Bubs! Shoot him!

I'm not shooting a squirrel.

Bubs, give him a hand. This thing is fucked!

Why don't you get a fucking normal-person-Jeep?

This is normal fucking Jeep.

Yeah, a normal person Jeep if you're G.I. Joe.

Fuck's sakes!

♪ G.I. Jo-o-oe ♪

Randy: Officer Randy, continuing my investigation.

I'm now located at 18 Elm Lake Road.

Cory: Yo, that was the best explaining I ever heard, dude.

Jacob: Yeah, I really got into the zone there, didn't I?

Yeah man, talking about the colours

and the parts right and shit, man. That was awesome!

Man, you should do this one. I think you can do it.

All right.

Marguerite: Yeah?

What? Hey, Marguerite. Ricky wants us to come by

and go over the new set-up with you. Is that cool?

Oh, what? I can't be bothered with that bullshit right now!

My fucking shows are on.

Well, it's not going to take long

and Ricky will be really pissed if we don't do this now. Please!

Oh, Jesus Christ! All right.

Come on in, you little pissants!

You can show me all that when the commercials are on.

Suspects have entered the residence of Marguerite Murphy,

a definite indicator of the suspicious criminal activity

taking place in Sunnyvale trailer park.

Bubbles: See if you can wrap them, Ricky.

You want surface area. Ricky: Ahh.. ahhh.

Julian: Okay, I'm going to go inside and set shit up.

You guys wait here. Ricky: Right on, Julian.

What? Where the fuck are we? Sam Losco's.

Losco's? Are you fucking crazy?

There's no way that fuckhead's going anywhere near my nuts, Julian!

You said we were going to the hospital.

No, I said we were going to get medical attention.

That's what the fuck we're doing.

Julian, he needs to see a fucking real doctor,

not a slobbering Neanderthal caveman veterinarian.

Okay, we're going to stroll into the hospital and say, "Hey, everybody!

Ricky's grandson got a hold of a fucking handgun

and blew his nuts off." Is that the plan?

Oh, boys, everything's going numb.

My fucking cock, my balls, my jungle bridge,

even my ass. Jungle bridge?

What the fuck is your jungle bridge, Ricky?

You know, the place where your vagin-er would be if you fucking had one.

But it's like a bridge from your ass to your balls,

and it's jungle-y... a fucking jungle bridge!

No, Ricky, the technical term for that area is perineum.

But it's also commonly referred to

as your taint, your gooch or your choda.

I don't give a fuck what the medical term is!

Mine needs to see a doctor at the fucking hospital!

A real doctor's not a fucking option, Ricky!

Okay, fine. Fine, Julian.

So we just let our best friend suffer a slow painful death

bleeding out through a Krazy Glued gunshot hole in his nutsack

and then we just go about our business like nothing fucking happened.

(Clicking) Is that the plan, then?

We're talking about my nuts. My nuts!

Okay! Not some unimportant part of my body

like an arm or a leg or head!

I want to go to the fucking hospital!

Okay. You guys win.

We're going to go to the fucking hospital.

Because you guys always know what's best, huh?

Yes! Yes, we do.

Now, Ricky, get those frozen chicken fingers

under your balls for support.

Can you cradle them, Bubs?

Cradle what? Your balls or the chicken fingers?

Both, if you're okay with that. Oh, my god.

How's that? That's fucking perfect. Thanks, buddy.

Bubbles: Come on, Ricky. (Car door shuts)

Careful.

Careful. Ricky: Okay...

Julian: Easy. Ahh, fuck!

Jesus!

These fucking things are thawed.

Thanks for doing this, Julian, man. You're a good fucking friend.

Hey, man, you've got to do what you've got to do.

This is a fucking serious situation...

Hey, easy.

All right, boys. We've got to get our story together

before we go in there. All right? Okay.

You were lighting fireworks off, one went down your pants...

Yeah. ...burned a bullet-sized hole right through your bag.

There's no other damages, no burn marks, no nothing, right?

Perfect. Okay, let's do this. Let's give it a shot.

If we end up in jail, at least we tried, right?

What are you talking about jail for?

You said this could work.

Yeah, it could work but, then again,

it could not work, obviously, and if that happens,

the cops are going to be involved. Let's go.

Well, can we fucking worry about that when it happens, at least?

You're right. It's not a big deal.

You know. They start investigating this thing.

Once they find out it's a bullet wound,

and, you know, they'll trace it back to Mo.

You'll lose him forever,

but that's chance we've got to take, right?

Yeah, I see what you're doing here, bud. What? Come on.

Let's go. Guess what?

Reverse psychology does not work on me.

I'm not using reverse psychology, man.

I'm just making sure we're on the same fucking page here.

Yeah, by trying to use reverse psychology.

It goes right off me, Julian. Bu... Bu...

I would never fucking use reverse psychology on you, man.

You're too smart for that shit.

I'm just making sure that,

you know, if you do lose Mo forever,

it was our decision together as a team.

Okay? Jesus fucking Christ... All right!

We've got to think about this maybe one more time!

I'm here for you. That's all I'm saying.

I'll go in, I'll do whatever you want.

Fuck's sakes. We can't go in there!

Come on, back to the fucking truck.

What are we going to do with my balls?

I've got a plan.

Oh! You've got a plan. See?

Now it all comes out in the open.

What? This is the plan all along.

You were never planning on going in there. What... the fuck?

Are you kidding me? I was planning on going in there!

Then you guys started acting like dicks, so I came up with a fucking plan!

Just like that, Julian's fucking plan.

Yeah, well, at least I've got a fucking plan.

Here, easy man, easy, easy, easy, easy...

Ah, ah, fuck! Something just tore! Oh, Jesus.

Oh, fuck! It feels like it's wide open again.

I think something's hanging out.

Oh, my god! For fuck's sakes, Ricky.

Oh fuck! All right, we're going to move on to Plan C.

Get him in there. Let's go. Oh, you've got a Plan C too?

Of course I've got a fucking plan!

Do you have a fucking plan? B... Plan B, Plan C.

You've probably got a fucking D, E and F and an L, M, N, O, P.

Just get in the fucking Jeep.

(Dramatic music on television)

(Sigh) Ohh...

So, yeah... Like we were saying, Marguerite,

um, we've got to take two parts of the first...

Oh, for Christ's sake,

I already got that the first time you explained it,

you noodle-head.

And it's not exactly fucking rocket science.

Well, it's kind of like rocket science.

Oh, get out. Come on, get out.

No! You can't make us... We can't leave the guy in the coma,

there's a guy in a coma. Please, I just want... Go on, get out.

No! Get on, get, the two of you! Get!

Cory: (Sniffling)

Man, are you okay, dude? Yeah, man.

It's just the guy in a coma and everything.

Like, I feel so bad.

I'm pretty sure that wasn't real, Cory.

Come on, man, we're killing this!

Only 15 more places to go.

Yeah, man. Let's do this.

Only 15 more what, guys? What are you guys up to?

We're not up to anything, dude.

Oh, come on, you must have been talking about something.

I'm just curious. Not for any reason.

Yeah, right, man. I know what you're doing.

You're acting all nice to get information out of us or shit.

But we ain't doin' that, 'cause Ricky would be pissed.

Ricky would be pissed? What would Ricky be pissed about?

We can't tell you that, Randy. Seriously.

If we told you what Ricky was going to be pissed about,

then Julian would be way madder than Ricky.

Oh, so Julian's involved too.

What are Ricky and Julian doing together?

Dude! We told you. We're not saying shit!

Peace!

You already told me everything I needed to know.

What'd we tell him? Oh, man, I don't know.

Oh, man, well, you don't know and I don't know, then he don't know.

Guy's fucked.

Hold still, Ricky, for fuck's sakes.

This is the extra strength stuff.

You've got to get it right in the right spot.

Just hurry the fuck up. (Grunt) Jesus Christ!

The fucking thing went right in his mouth! Shh-h-h!

It did not, Ricky!

It just got me on the cheek.

I know what a mouth feels like, Bubs.

(Sobbing) It didn't go in there.

Just hurry up! Well, stop shoving me!

This needs to be accurate.

Okay, here, one dab right there.

Okay, pinch it shut. Ahh!

You got it? Yeah.

(Phone rings) Don't get... Jesus Christ!

Keep it off your leg, Ricky.

Hello, Ricky's NHL ball hockey camp. Can I help you?

Yeah, starts Monday.

As far as I know, they're still fucking coming.

I left them lots of messages.

You know what? If you want the fucking spot, bring your kid money.

If you don't, I don't give a fuck. Paul's in your court. Fuck off.

It's "ball", Ricky. Man: Holy fuck, that guy's naked...

Who gives a fuck if the cock-sucking NHL dick-dumbs fucking show up or not?

Fucking Jesus! Man 2: Hey, excuse me, excuse me.

Please keep the swearing down in the store, folks.

Oh, sorry about that. Yeah, I can keep it down.

Can you keep the fuck off and up, though? Like, way up.

Hey... What the hell are you guys even doing?

You're opening stuff? Yeah, I did that.

My friend's trying to glue my bag shut,

thanks to you fucking hilli-billy mule whores.

Wha...what? Who the fuck put this thing here right now?

I did. Yeah? Well, maybe next time

you won't want to put a fucking claw rake at bag height. See that?

See the fucking hole right in my nut chamber right there?

Oh, Jesus! I... Look, I'm... very sorry... Yeah, you should be.

Sir, do you want me to call, like, an ambulance or...

No, I don't want you to call a fucking ambulance.

If you call ambulance, you'd probably get fucking charged, maybe go bankrupt.

Won't be able to buy my shit here anymore, okay?

Don't want that to happen. I'm a nice guy.

So, instead, maybe I could...

yeah, I could maybe take one of these no-cord drills here,

one of these suck-her-up vacs, paper towlies... Um...

Pretend like this never happened. Okay, bud? Sh... yeah...

You know what? I'll take one of those for Coolnow.

Coolnow would like that. (Dog toy squeaking)

Yeah, okay, uh, I think that is, um... more than, uh, fair.

You're fucking right it's more than fair, it's better than a lawsuit, right?

Yes. So... uh... It's not your fault. You were born a little dumb.

It's okay. See you next time, bud.

Thanks for being so understanding.

(Chanting) Ohm-m-m-m...

(Engine whirring, metallic rattling)

(Chanting loudly)

(Engine gets louder)

(Engine shuts off)

Hey, Barb, can I talk to you for a minute?

You know what, Randy? It would be great

if you could get something a little quieter.

That is so noisy.

Oh, the electric ones are really expensive,

and this one's more like a cop car.

I need the practice.

Can I talk to you about Julian?

What about Julian?

I think you should let him move back into Sunnyvale.

Absolutely not.

Sunnyvale has been just fine without Julian.

But he's... he's doing something with Ricky.

I don't care, Randy.

That is not my problem.

Well, I think it is.

They're going to do whatever it is that they're doing anyway.

And if Julian was here,

it would be a lot easier to make a case with the cops.

I'm confident I could take them down, Barb.

I'm training to be a police officer

and this would go a long way

to getting me into the police academy.

No, Randy!

You know, you are beginning to sound exactly like...

like Jim used to. And if you're not careful,

Julian will drive you totally crazy.

(Puffing)

Well, maybe I do sound a little bit like Mr. Lahey.

But there's one big difference:

I'm not drunk.

I'm confident I could do this.

And I could do it while you're away in Tibet.

Tibet? Oh, for God's sake, I'm not going to Tibet, Randy.

I'm going to Cape Breton for a Tibetan retreat.

Well, wherever it is,

let him move in while you're away

and I promise I'll take him down for good.

(Sigh) Fine.

Great!

Thanks, Barb.

(Engine ignition) (Chanting) Ohm-m-m-m...

(Loud bang) (Chanting loudly)

Do, do, do, do.

Hey, I'm Dennis the Tennis Dog. (Squeaking)

How are your nuts feeling, Ricky? Want me to lick them?

(Squeaking) Fuck off, Bubs. That doesn't help.

Oh, come on. I'll just give your jungle bridge a lick.

Coolnow's going to love this thing. (Squeak)

What's up with you, man? I thought you didn't like dogs.

You fucking love him. Do not.

Do so. Do not. I'm just saying he's going to like the toy.

I only got it to distract him from my kitties.

I don't love him. (Squeak)

Okay, boys. You guys ready? (Gun clicking)

What the fuck have you got your gun out for?

Because it's Sam Losco.

You guys almost killed him, remember?

You know he's not going to agree to do this shit.

(Sigh)

Are we ready? Yes.

All right, let's go.

Jesus Murphy, look at this place.

Just take it easy, Ricky. Hey, buddy, is Sam around?

It's me, Julian. What?

Sam?

Oh, my fuck, what happened to your face?

I did a little work on myself.

I look 20 years younger, don't I?

No, you look 20 times more fucked.

You look kind of like a half-chewed caramel, Sam. No offense.

You guys are just fucking jealous!

Besides, now, when I jerk off,

I can actually fucking suck on my own titties.

Oh, that's... wonderful.

Listen, Sam. Fucking emergency here.

I got shot in the nuts, man. You've got to fucking help me, please.

Nope. I do Botox, Ricky, not bag-tox.

Sam, I did a bunch of glue-work to it already,

it would be a simple stitch job. I said no.

Every time you guys come around, my life goes to shit!

The answer is no!

The answer's yes. Fuck!

Fix his fucking bag, Sam!

Fuck, calm down, Julian.

Put the fucking gun down.

Come on, Ricky. Come in the back.

I'll fucking take a look at it anyway.

Oh, thanks, Sam.

Keep hobbling there, Ricky.

It's not going to be that big of a deal, Sam, I'm telling you.

Like, I did a lot of the glue-work

and it's all lined up,

so it's really just some stitches. (Squeaking)

Drop your drawers and jump on the gurney here.

Let me take a look. I'll see what I can do.

Careful, Ricky, careful.

Yeah, you definitely shot yourself in the bag.

I haven't seen one of these in... years. (Laughing)

I think if I were to just uhh...

All right, motherfuckers! Ah fuck! What are you doing?

Get the fuck out of here or I'm going to cut his fucking cock off!

Put down the fucking knife, Sam!

No! You put down the fucking gun

or this thing's coming off, I swear to fucking God!

Julian... Ricky: Julian. Put the gun down, man.

Sam, please, come on. Don't cut my cock off.

Please, man. We can work this out.

Listen, I've got actually a fucking brand new...

uh, one of those sucker vacs

and a non-corded... one of the drills.

It's in his fucking Jeep out there. You can have them.

Just don't cut off my cock.

You've got a Jeep now? What year?

Bubbles: Careful, Sam.

Ricky: Careful, Sam. Careful with that fucking door, man.

Don't let that knife slip.

Sam: I'm not going to slip.

Okay, okay. All right. Easy.

Take it easy. Wow! You must get a lot of pussy with that rig.

Do you? Yeah, I actually...

I do pretty fucking good. Don't like to brag but...

I'm not talking to you, dumbass!

I'm talking about the Jeep.

Hand over the keys there, Lara Croft.

You're not getting my Jeep, asshole.

Yeah? (Wincing) Okay, now he's cutting into the shaft!

Julian, come on, man! We can get you another Jeep, you can't get me another cock!

Either the Jeep is staying or the cock is staying.

You fucking decide. Sam, don't do it.

Come on, Julian, there's no choice to make here!

(Keys jingling)

All right. Stitch him up!

You stay out here. Get the fucking door. Thanks, Julian.

Fuck... Okay, release the cock.

Is there any paperwork with that fucking thing?

No. Perfect. (Kiss)

You fucking owe me one, Ricky!

Fuck's sakes!

It's been a weird day.

Bubbles: How's the old duffel bag now, Ricky?

Still pretty fucking sore, but it's better than it was.

I think he did a pretty good job.

You think he was serious when he said I can't beat off

or have sex for two weeks, though? Yes, he was serious.

Think about it. You could jerk-tear it.

It's not going to be easy, I tell you that.

You know how fucking horny I am, boys. Oh, I know.

What the hell's going on over there now?

(Laughter) Bubbles: Oh, looks like...

people hanging out, getting along, acting like a family.

That's what we should be doing.

Come on, Julian, just move back to the park already, please.

Move back. I miss living with my family too. Look man, look, look...

I'd probably consider moving back if it was even an option

but it's impossible anyway, so just get it out of your head, man.

Actually, Julian, that's not true. Jesus fuck!

You scared the nuts off me. Almost literally-ly! What?

Randy, you just appear like a fucking gas now, do you?

What are you talking about, it's not... true?

Well, out of the goodness of my own heart

I've pulled some strings with Barb,

and she said you could move back in, if you want to.

Ricky: Are you serious? What?

Oh, my God, Julian, you can move back to the park now! That's awesome!

(Cackling) Right on, boys.

Bubs, I've got to take a drink. Let go of me.

Bubs, let go of me. I've got to take a drink.

Not lettin' go! Bubs, please!

Hugging my buddy! (Cooing)

Ricky: You going to do it?

I'll think about it.

What do you mean, you're not going to help me to take them down?

It's not worth it, Randy.

You're going to lose, bud.

I don't think so, Mr. Lahey.

I can pretty much guarantee they're growing dope

or something just as bad.

You have a hunch, is that what you're saying?

Yeah, a frigging good hunch.

Randy, do you know what a hunch is worth

when you're dealing with people like Ricky

and the Sunnyvale Police Department?

Jack-shit!

I'm taking them down, with or without you, Mr. Lahey.

Randy, I'm telling you,

leave Ricky and his family alone.

There's a lot more at play here than you could ever know.

Wow. If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you had a crush on Ricky. (Chuckles)

I don't have a crush on Ricky, Randy.

Don't be ridiculous.

What is it then?

What is it?

Randy, Ricky...

Ricky and his family

are deserving of a second chance.

What the frig, Mr. Lahey?

(Inhaling) Shot of veggies, Bubs?

Ricky... (Sighs)

It's not a shot of veggies. You're still just smoking dope.

No, but you get all the nutriments of the veggies in the fucking smoke.

(Whispering) Oh my God. Okay.

So explain to me exactly what they fucking told you so I'm sure.

Oh, well, okay.

Well, you're supposed to mix

two parts of this shit, Yeah.

with one part of this

and a half-part of this goddamn stuff, ain't we?

That's right, isn't it?

That's exactly right, actually.

Well, boys. I'm fucking impressed!

Pfft... 'cause we killed it.

Yeah, man, kicked ass and killed it.

Fuck man, we totally kicked ass today.

We explained the whole process to everybody

and we shut Randy down when he started asking us questions.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

What do you mean, Randy was asking you questions?

Well, he just popped up out of nowhere

and started asking weird questions.

So, you know, we... Oh, fuck.

And what did you say?

I don't know. "I don't know."

Just, well, I said... stuff.

Stuff... Stuff, see, stuff means stuff.

Stuff. Things were said. Stuff.

What the fuck did you say, boys?

We just made it really clear to him that we couldn't tell him anything

or else Ricky was going to be pissed. (Coughing)

You fucking told him I was going to be pissed?

Yeah! Well, that was fucking brilliant, boys!

Oh, thank you, man.

No, he's being sarcastic, Cory.

What the fuck is in your brain

you can't pick up on sarcasm.

This is fucked, Julian. This is fucked.

Randy's going to know something's going on now.

Randy already knows something's going on, man.

Why do you think he let me back into the park?

Out of the goodness of his fucking heart?

That... did seem fishy.

No, he knows something's up.

And that's why I've got to move back in.

What? You're moving back into the park officially?

It's official? I'm moving back.

(Giggling) Right on, boys.

I've got to keep my eye on him

while he's keeping his eyes on us.

Oh, I get it.

The old "Keep your friends close but get your enemies' toaster".

We've got to get Randy's fucking toaster.

Ohhh, Ricky...

What?

Did I fuck that up?

Yeah, you really did, bud.

It's all right.

(Theme music)

(Seabirds squawking)

Fish: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck off! Fuck!...

Fuck off! Jesus Christ!

(Whisper) Fuck.

(Light clicks off) Fuck off.