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You�smelt�Gap�Dream�at the�bar�the�other�night
and�that�got�you�hard as�old�sugar.
You�sparked�the�BBQ�with the�lid�still�down
and�turned�your�niece's�8th birthday�into�a�scene
from�the�Hurt�Locker.
Your�friend's�dad�called
your�sister's�pet�squirrel a�"bush�shrimp".
You've�come�to�the�conclusion that�if�she's�got�three
or�more�colours�in�her�hair, she's�offended�by�everything.
Your�pal�chose�the�urinal directly�beside�yours
which�gotcha�thinking�about�how he�always�wants�to�cross
your�arms�and�crack�your�back.
You�wanna�give�your�sweetie the�world
but�all�you�can�afford�is Edmonton.
And�really�you�shoulda�known
about�your�back�crackin'�pal 'cause�like,
one�time�he�wanted�to�do�it�when it�was�just�the�two�of�ya.
You'd�fuck�a�catcher's�mitt at�the�moment
is�not�the�answer�the�dude at�the�sex�shop
was�expecting�when�he�asked�ya how�you�were�doing.
Yeah�say�what�you�want�about CIS�teens,
they'll�build�you�a�great fuckin'�chapel.
It's�not�entirely�true�to�say you�got�catfished,
but�the�girl�did�have a�forehead�so�big,
she�could�light�a�dart�in the�shower.
Your�dog�ripped�a�fart so�thick,
you�could�hang�an�axe in�the�air�after.
You�don't�have�a�lady�in your�life�but�you�do�have�a�pal
who�blows�on�his�food to�cool�it�down,
so�tomato-tomahto.
Boy�you�sure�catch�a�lot�of�heat for�your�farmer's�tan
but�have�yous�never�seen�a roofer's�tan,�like,�holy�fuck.
Your�gal�wants�to�start�an OnlyFans�page,
but�even�Netflix�is�losing�subs
and�she�can't�compete�with Ozark.
Whole�world's�all�if's�and but's�at�the�moment.
But�if�if's�and�but's�were candy�and�nuts
you'd�have�nuts�where�your�butts were�before.
��
Youse�guys!
ALL: What?
Look�at�this.
-�Christ�in�heaven. -�What?
-�Look�at�this. -�Sweet�Lord�Almighty.
-�What? -�Look�at�this.
Um...
Wee�bit�of�trouble�reading then,�eh,�bud?
What's�it�say?!
Collect�yourselves.
This�could�very�easily�spirals into�hysterics,
if�we's�don't�practice stoicisms.
What's�it�say.
Tell�us�what�chip�is�the�best chip�of�all�time!
And�these�guys�will�let�you design�your�own�flavour�of�chip!
-�(Crowd�chattering) -�We�alls�knews�this�was�coming.
Well,�all�the�signs�were�there.
Wait! What�are�the�rules?
Yes.
Oh,�wee�bit�of�a�hard�time readin'�then,�eh,�bud?
Gimme,�gimme,�gimme!
"Only�classic Canadian�flavours,
"consisting�of�two�or�less ingredients�shall�be�considered.
"Plain,�salt�&�vinegar,�BBQ,
sour�cream�&�onion, dill�pickle...�ketchup."
Better�not�forget�those�fuckin' all-dressed�chips.
Wayne,�all-dressed�consists�of more�than�two�ingredients.
So�nows,�we're�shaming�chips�for being�too�dressed?
I'm�used�to�shaming�them�for not�being�dressed�enough.
Stewart.
"All-Dressed�chips shall�be�excluded!"
-�(Gasps�from�patrons) -�MAN:�Get�outta�here!
For�obvious reasons,�Wayne.
Excluding�the�chip�doesn't�stop it�from�being
the�greatest chip�of�all�time,�Dary.
Wayne,�this�is�no�time�for pride.�It's�bedlam�out�here.
No�one�loves�chips like�small�towns.
Not�one�other�tribe, nor�person,�nor�posse.
Yeah.�Offices�have their�water�coolers.
And�small�towns have�their�chip�bowls.
It's�a�place�where�friendships are�built
and�good�news�is�shared.
Those�waters�runs�deeps.
Six�generations�strong.
The�American�Revolutionarys�Wars was�in�no�smalls�parts�due
to�Great�Britain's�calling�chips crisps.
What�do�you�think�our�ancestors snacked�on
up�the�underground�railroad?
Everybody�knows,�the�War�of�1812 was�the�north�versus�the�south,
but�what�the�people�on the�front�lines�knew,
it�was�crinkle�cut�versus classic�cut.
Manifest�destiny�wasn't�even a�thing�until�Yanks�caught�wind
of�us�fuckin'�around�with�exotic flavours�up�here.
Youse�beens�awful�quiets through�all�this,�Waynes.
I'm�so�fired�up right�now,
I've�got�sweat�rollin'�down the�small�of�my�back
and�into�my�ass�crack.
It's�emotional.
But�someone's�gotta�stay�focused through�the�fuss.
Someone's�gotta�lead.
-�I�nominate�Stewart! -�I�nominate�anyone�else.
What�are�we gonna�do,�Wayne?
Only�thing�we�can�do.
Have�a�fishbowl discussion.
Come�on�now.
(Grunting)
Pretty�short�shorts�for�someone that�calls�himself�a�man.
You're�paying�a�lot�of�attention to�my�shorts
for�someone�who�calls himself�straight.
Time�to�take�a�good�look�in the�mirror,�bud.
That's�exactly what�I�thought.
What�is�this sorcery,�boys.
Look�at�this hocus-pocus.
New�program,�boys. We�wanna�look�like�porn�stars.
We're�gonna�look like�porn�stars.
-�You�already�kinda�do. -�You�already�kinda�do.
Really�though, you�already�kinda�do.
-�You�already�kinda�do. -�What�are�we�even�doing�here?
Seriously�though, youse�already�kinda�do.
BOTH: Thank�you,�Glen.
Oh,�that�was�confusing. That�was�not�a�compliment.
Because�you�look�like�straight male�porn�stars.
-�Pardon? -�Well,�you�know,
like�a�Shane�Diesel, or�a�Sean�Lawless.
Or�Johnny�Sins?
Jordi�el�Nino�Polla�or Juan�El�Caballo�Loco.
-�Gizmo�Osmond? -�Maybe�even�him.
Wait,�I'm�sorry,�Glen,
but�a�porn�star�is�a�porn�star is�a�porn�star.
(Snort�laughing) Not�when�it�comes
to�the�flawless�male�physique, it�t'ain't.
He's�right. Gays�hold�it�down�there.
Yeah. We�can't�argue�that.
Like�a�little�Johnny�Rapid? A�little�Buck�Richards?
Sure,�like�a�little�Pierce Paris,�or�a�little�JJ�Knight.
A�little�Max�Arion?
A�little�Liam�Cyber?
Yeah,�a�little�Calvin�Banks.
Li'l�Beaux�Banks. Li'l�Boomer�Banks.
A�little�Max�from Corbin�Fisher?
A�little�Dean from�Seancody?
A�little�Cocky�Boys?
Yeah,�a�little Guys�In�Sweatpants.
Li'l�Helix. Li'l�Bel�Ami.
Hey,�Glen?
Oh,�Hockey, I�forgot�about�you.
How�do�you�know�so�much�about gay,�male�porn�stars?
Pourquoi?
It's�just�that�we�know�why�Ron and�Dax�know�so�much
about�gay, male�porn�stars.
'Cause�we're�homos?
Not�sure�that's�PC but�you�said.
Gay�as�the�day�is�long.
All�new�levels�of�gay.
Straight�up�the�ass.
But�for�you�to�know�so�much about�gay�porn�stars...
Gay--�Gay male�porn�stars.
Yes,�for�you�to�know�so�much about�gay,�male�porn�stars,
it�would�suggest...
Uh,�that�I've�done�my�research? (Laughing)
Jonesy,�I'm�not�sure�if�this�is your�first�time
throwing�some�weights�around, but�in�the�fitness�community,
we�have�something called�goals.
We�also�have�a�little�thing called�fitspo.
So,�what�I�like�to�do is�I�set�my�goals,
I�gather�up�my�fitspo, and�then�I�go�about
trying�to�achieve�my�goals.
Par�example...
This...�is�my�fitspo. Okay?
So,�my�goal...
is�the�whole...
aesthetic.
Okay?�My�goal...
is�to�look... like�this.
Or�maybe�even a�little�bit�like�this.
Or,�if�I'm�lucky�I�get�to�and/or look�like�this.
-�Okay,�Glen. -�We�got�it,�buddy.
So,�if�everything's�clear,
you�guys�can�just�skedaddle on�out�of�here
and�I�can�get�back�to�my�goal of�looking�like�this!
BOTH:�O-kay.
We'll�take�it from�here,�fellas.
How�do�we�feel about�Austin�Wilde?
Well,�he's�no Christian�Wilde.
No�he�is�not.
(Crowd�chattering)
Simmer�down.
In�order�to�arrive�at the�conclusion
of�what�the�best�chip ever�is...
in�an�effort�to�be�able�to design�our�own�chip...
we�will�now�begin�a�closed fishbowl�discussion
on�the�matter,
and�let�the�chips�fall as�they�may.
Wayne.
You�wanna�know�what, here�I�go�now.
I�just�want�to�start by�saying�thanks�to�Gail
for�acting as�today's�moderator,
also,�for�assuming the�responsibility
of�booking�us�the�Ukrainian�Hall for�today's�event.
(Applauding)
Thank�you,�Gail.
'Kay.
Rules�for�today's�fishbowl discussion�are�simple.
I'll�introduce�flavours�of�chip one�by�one.
Peer�discussion�inside the�fishbowl�will�begin.
I,�and�only�I,�have�the�power�to move�on�to�the�next�flavour
of�chip.
In�conclusion�of�today's fishbowl�discussion,
the�best�chip�of�all�time�will be�determined�via�vote
by�show�of�hands.
We�begin.
Plain.
(Croup�mumbling,�talking�over each�other)
I--�I�submit:
that�chip�could�be�called plain...�or�regular.
How�would�youse�like�it�if someone�called�youse�regulars?
-�I�would�love�that! -�(Laughing)
I�mean,�to�be�called�regular�ol' Letterkenny�folk--
Anyhoo!
I'm�not�trying�to�take�anything away�from�the�chip.
-�He's�really�not. -�I�hopes�not.
I�would�also�offer,�calling the�chip�plain�is�misleading,
on�account�of�the�light�drizzle of�salt�adorning�the�chip.
Put�that�light�drizzle�of�salt up�against
any�other�flavour�of�chip for�me�real�quick�and,
I�mean,�I�think�we're�good�to move�this�along.
There�isn't�one�person�here who'd�take�the�plain�chip.
All�I'll�say.
I�actually�know a�few�people�who�would
and�I'm�not�going�to�name�names, but�I�ain't�one�of�'em.
-�I�am. -�(Gasping)
Dary.
And�I'll�say�this...
you�can�call�it�regular,
but�I�call�it�classic!
(Uproar�from�the�crowd)
GAIL:�Let�him�speak! Let�the�man�speak!
It�doesn't�need to�go�there.
It�never needs�to�go�there.
Youse�may�want�your�chips�all dolled�up�and�camera�ready...
I�just�want�a�chip�to�sit�on the�sofa�with...
catch�a�flick...
shoot�the�breeze.
-�But... -�But...
-�But-- -�But�fuck�it!
ROALD: (Quietly)�Yes.
Could�be�the�first�chip I�ever�had.
And�I'm�not�gonna turn�my�back�on�it.
'Cause�it's�never�turned its�back�on�me.
Waynes?�Youse�been�awful�quiets through�all�this.
Dary,�I�know�you�go�back�a�long way�back�with�the�chip.
-�So�do�you. -�So�do�I.
But�I�look�over�at�you�here, and...�like,
how�soon�we�forget, old�friend,
all�those�sleepovers, kindergarten�through�Grade�2,
you�and�me�used�to�add�a�couple things�into�a�bag�of�plain�chips
in�an�effort�to...�make�our�own homemade�chip.
Dary,�why�don't�you�tell the�group
what�those two�things�were.
-�Salt�and�vinegar. -�(Gasping)
What?
I'm�gonna�take some�air.
(Door�opening�and�closing)
With�the�salt�and�vinegar seed�planted,
we�will�gracefully�and�with composure�segue
into�salt�and�vinnies.
-�(All�talking�over�each�other) -�Damn�good�chip.
That�chip�won't�be pushed�around.
Why�do�you�think�Doritos�never fucked�with�it?
Corn�chips have�no�place�here!
-�Still�an�underdog. -�Always�beens�an�underdogs.
It's�enough�to�give�anyones an�attitudes.
It's�a�versatile�chip.
Expand�on that�please,�Rosie.
Throw�it�in�with�some�popcorn or�pretzels.
Pretzels, pretzel�sticks...
-�DARYL:�Peanut�M&M's. -�(Gasping)
DAN: He's�back.
(Crowd�whispering)
It�plays�by�the�rules.
Doesn't�try�to�steal the�spotlight.
It's�a�respectful�chip.
Shall�I�just�say what�everyone's�thinking?
-�Stewart. -�Roald.
If�you're�goings�where�I�thinks you're�goings,
I�suggests�you�holds your�tongue.
In�fact, I�strongly�suggests�it.
Stewart.�Proceed.
That�chip�is... inconsistent.
-�(Gasping) -�You�son�of�a�bitch!
I�have�relied�on�that�chips my�whole�life.
Which�chip,�Dan?
You�never�know�which�one you're�getting!
And�that's�the�problem.
You're�pulling�out�one
that's�maybe�a�little�too�salt and�vinegary.
Next�thing�you�know,
you've�got�one�that's�not�very salt�and�vinegary�at�all.
Gails,�I�sense�an�edge�of confrontations
in�the�gentleman's�tone.
One's�got�enough�salt�and vinegar�to�prune�your�lips
for�the�better�part of�48�hours,
and�the�next�one may�as�well�be...
-�Don't�you�dare. -�...regular.
-�Prepare�to�meet�your�maker! -�WAYNE:�Dan!
Why�don't�you�take some�air.
(Gentle�patting)
I�thinks I�will�take�some�airs.
(Stewart�chuckling)
(Squealing)
(Door�opening�closing)
BBQ!
(Chattering)
WOMAN: ...The�name�itself.
Hey,�Glen.
Hey,�Glenski.
Bert,�Ernie.
We�just�wanted�to�say,�like,�um, sorry�if�we�were�kinda�weird
earlier�when�you�were�able�to list�the�names
of�so�many�gay, male�porn�stars.
Yes�and�again�when�you�had a�gay,�male�porno�magazine
on�your�person.
You�know,�I�don't�know�how�what a�person�has�on�their�person
is�any�of�your�concern!
Exactly!�Exactly.
What�a�person�keeps on�their�person
is�none�of�anybody's�business, or�what�they�do
in�the�privacy of�their�own�home.
Yes,�I�mean�a�person's preferences
is�none�of anybody's�business.
So,�you�do�yo,�bro.
(Snort�laughing)
Do�you�mean�to�tell�me,
that�you've�never�been�watching a�porn�and�said�to�yourself,
huh,�my�gourd, that�man�or�young�adult
or�young�adult�portraying�an adolescent
or�actual�adolescent portraying�a�step-son
has�an�extraordinary physique?
No.
All�porn�stars�are�pretty shredded,
so�they're�pretty�much interchangeable
after�a�certain�point.
I�pretty�much�don't�even�notice the�dude�anymore.
Exactly!�I�don't�even�notice the�girl!
Although,�I'll�take�pause
to�acknowledge a�nice�wrench�though.
Yes,�if�he�has a�massive�wrench,
you've�gotta�pause for�a�stick�tap.
Gentlemen, we're�on�the�same�page,
we're�speaking�the�same language,
we're�driving the�same�direction.
So,�what�I'm�saying�is the�next�time�you're�looking
for�shredded�dudes for�your�fitspo,�maybe�think
about�switching�up�your�porn searches�a�little�wee�bit.
It's�good�to�mix it�up,�boys.
-�Great�to�mix�it�up. -�You�gotta�mix�it�up.
Well,�let's�mix�it�up.
What�are�we�even fuckin'�doin'�here?
What�is�wrong with�searching...
"massive�cock�drills�tiny�hole," huh?�What's�wrong�with�it.
Nothin',�buddy!
Then�what's�wrong�with searching...
"two�massive�cocks�drill tiny�hole,"�huh?
What's�wrong�with�it?
Not�a�thing in�the�world,�bro.
Okay,�well�then, what's�wrong�with
searching�"two�handsome, muscular�men�with�massive�cocks
not�touching�each�other�or anything,
but�definitely no�girls,"�huh?
-�What's�wrong�with�it. -�Nah--�Nah--�Nothing
What's�wrong�with�searching "two�handsome,�muscular�men
"with�massive�cocks�goin' all�the�way�with�each�other
with�no�one�else�around,"�huh? What's�wrong�with�it?!
-�Glen... -�Glen�are�you...
What?
Always�on�the�lookout for�long-lasting,
relentless,�repetitive,
high-intensity,
ads-free�fitspo?!
You're�GD�right�I�am!
-�Okay,�Glen. -�Okay,�Glen.
(Exhaling) Working�out�gets�me�real...
real�pumped�up, real�aggressive.
I�mean,�what�is�wrong
with�getting�your�prostate checked�a�couple�times�a�week
by�someone�who�is not�a�doctor,�huh?
What's�wrong�with�it?
(Door�opening�and�closing)
Dill�pickle.
-�(Chattering) -�Glad�I�came�back�for�this�one.
Good�chip.
About�time�this�thing�started heatin'�up.
Dill�pickle�Pringles. How�'bow�'dah?
How�'bout that's�not�a�chip.
Stewart?
It�is�a�Pringle, it's�not�a�chip.
I�think�you're�thinking�"It's not�a�chip,�it's�a�cracker."
I�think�you're�thinking�"It's not�a�cracker,�it's�a�Crispers."
It's�part�chip,�part�cracker, all�snack.
He's�right.
Pringles�didn't�have�the�same advantages�as�other�chip.
(Scoffing)�Pringles�have�more advantages�than�other�chip
for�the�packaging�alone.
Tube�of�chips�versus bag�of�chips.
Sounds�like�Pringles�might�be�in your�pocket.
Follow�the�moneys.
Pringles�didn't�have�the�same advantages
as�other�chip and�still�did�just�fine.
They�did�more�than�fine.
Pringles�packaging�brings�a whole�new�element�to�the�chip.
No�doubt.
Let's�the�chip�show�you�a�whole different�side�of�itself.
But�Rosie,�let�me�ask�you, might�that�be�called�privilege?
-�It�might. -�Oh?
Or�it�mightn't.
Well,�might�it or�mightn't�it?
No�one�can�argue�it's�a�chip that�knows�exactly�who�it�is.
Pretty�easy�for�a�chip�that's had�everything
handed�to�it�its�whole�life.
But�it�doesn't�carry�itself�that way.�That�matters�here!
ROALD:�Pringles�just�think they're�better�than�other�chip,
what�with�being�all�un-cracked and�the�same�shape.
You�could�argue�they're�setting an�unrealistic�standards
for�chips�everywhere.
The�topic is�dill�pickle.
You�ever�seen�a�family-sized pack�of�Pringles?
No.�'Cause�they�don't�get the�same�opportunities
as�other�chip. Never�did.
They�excluded�themselves�from that�conversation!
-�Oh! -�Oh,�but�since�you�asked,
Rosie,�oh,�what�do�you�think�a family-sized�pack
of--�of�Pringles�looks�like?
Three�tubes�stacked�on�top of�each�other?
I�was�thinking�three�tubes pressed�side�by�side.
You've�got�two�parents, two�to�three�kids
and�maybe�a�dog in�the�family�sedan,
you�really�think�there's�any room�for�those�options.
-�(Crowd�gasping) -�(Laughing)
Pringles�are�used�to�being left�behind.
I'll�take�some�air.
Rosie...
(Door�opens�and�closes)
The�topic is�dill�pickle.
Youse�been�awfully�quiets through�all�this,�Waynes.
DARYL: So�have�you,�Katy-Kat.
WAYNE:�(Quietly) ...should�say�something?
KATY:�(Quietly)�I�think�you should�say�something.
WAYNE:�(Quietly)�Think�I'd�like you�to�say�something.
KATY:�(Quietly)�I�think�you should�take�it.
-�WAYNE:�(Quietly)�You�sure? -�Take�it.
WAYNE: Okay.
We've�always�been�able�to�rely on�the�family�farm,�you�see.
A�number�of�years�back, we�had�a�rough�patch...
agriculturally.
Difficult�times.
Lot�of�'uncertainteh'.
Katy�had�to�get�a�job�in�town�to help�us�make�ends�meet.
And�every�night�I'd�drive�into town�there,
pick�her�up�'cause...
well,�that's�the�least I�could�do.
Hell�I'll�admit�it, I�was�hurtin'.
I�was�hurtin'�real�bad.
It�was�a�time�when�a�lot�of�men would�lose�themselves.
But�what�got�me�through�it�was the�pride�of�knowin'
that�every�night�when�she'd�go in�town�there�for�work,
she'd�know�exactly�who�was comin'�to�pick�her�up
eight�hours�later.
That's�me�and�bag�a�bag of�dill�picklers.
(Katy�exhaling)
Gonna�take�some�air.
I'd�take�a�wee�bit of�air,�too.
(Door�opening�and�closing)
It's�a�good�time...�for�all�of us�to�take�some�air.
(Crowd�chattering)
-�(Weights�clanking) -�(Grunting)
-�Glen. -�Glenski.
Hall,�Oates.
We�just�wanted
to�make�this�crystal clear�here,�boys.
We�weren't�scrambling�because anybody's�gay.
-�We're�gay. -�Gay�as�the�day�is�long.
-�All�new�levels�of�gay. -�Straight�up�the�ass.
-�Which�is�good. -�Which�is�great.
I�mean,�it's�great, whatever�you're�doing,
it's�great.
It's�all�great.
So,�even�if�you�were... gay...
JONESY: Or�are�gay.
Were�gay,�are�gay, plan�to�be�gay...
whatever�it�is...
-�It's�all�good. -�It's�all�great.
I�mean,�it's�great.
Whatever�you're�doing, it's�great.
W...we�were�just�wondering...
Glen...
You�know,�we've�been�pals�for a�long�time.
And�we�were just�wondering...
We've�been�pals�long�enough for--�you�can�tell�us
if�we're�out�of�line�too! Like�you--�just�go�for�it!
Okay,�but�from�one�pal to�another,
are�you...
I�was.
You�were?
I�am.
You�are?
And�I�plan�to�be!
...the�most�fitspired�fella�in this�whole�fitness�forum!
Who�is�with�me?
It's�none�of�our�business, buddy.
Can't�know�everything,�bro.
BOTH: We're�with�you.
Oh!�Good.
'Cause�it's�hard�to�stay fitspired.
I�need�good�fitspo.
-�You�betcha,�buddy. -�We're�here�to�help,�bro.
Even�if�it�means�searching: massive�cock�drills�tiny�hole?
-�Sure,�buddy. -�Even�if�it�means�searching:
two�massive�cocks drill�tiny�hole?
-�Whatever�it�takes,�buddy. -�Even�if�it�means�searching:
two�very�handsome,�muscular�men with�massive�cocks
who�aren't�touching�each�other,
but�there's�definitely no�girls�around?
I�can�help with�that�one,�buddy.
Even�if�it�means�searching: "two�handsome,�muscular�men
with�massive�cocks�just�going all�the�way�with�each�other,
while�the�rest�of�their fraternity�brothers
cheer�them�on and�drink�beer?
That's�right in�my�wheelhouse,�buddy.
Oh!�Good,�good,�good. Good!�Good!
Now...
which�of�you�non-doctors�feels like�giving�me�a�prostate�exam?
Sour�cream�and�onion!
(Crowd�grumbling)
You�mean�sour�cream�and untouchable?
Sour�cream and�unacceptable.
Well,�they're�sour�cream�and underappreciated.
Sour�cream�and�undeserving.
Pfft.�If�you're�sour�cream and�unintelligent.
Katy!
That�was�sour�cream and�unnecessary.
This�whole�things�is�getting sour�creams�and�uncomfortables.
Ketchup!
(Crowd�grows�louder)
Good�chip!
Gails,�you�gots�to�gets�control of�the�situation.
They're�gone,�Dan! I've�lost�them!
-�Wayne,�help�her! -�What?
This�is�the�chip�I've�been waiting�for!
This�is�my�moment!
Stewart!
Katy,�get�under your�chair!
What?�Dary,�you�get�under the�chair--
All�is�lost!
-�(Crowd�yelling) -�All�is�lost!
ROSIE: Did�you�say�something?
I�can't�hear�what you're�saying.
-�(Door�opening) -�(Crowd�goes�silent)
(Door�closing)
(Blitzen�Trapper�"The�Tree")
���When�your�love�rains�down, just�like�diamonds�all�around���
���A�strange and�changing�sound���
���A�transformation in�the�ground���
���The�great and�winding�tree���
���Splits�the�Earth from�sea�to�sea���
���And�my�lover comes�to�me���
���Bids�me follow�endlessly���
���As�she�laughs�and�starts to�climb���
���Through�the�branches and�the�binds���
���Through�the�tangle of�our�minds,���
���For�this�tree,�you�see, it�grows,�never�ending...���
Why�are�youse�all�here and�not�the�bar?
All-Dressed.
That's�the�chip. It�is�THE�chip.
I�mean,�it�really�is the�best�of�the�best.
I�mean,�what�are�we�talking about�here?
It's�a�mix�of�barbecues, ketchups,
sour�creams�&�onions, and�salts�&�vinegars.
There's�a�little�bit�of�all�of us�in�that�chip.
It�was�right�there�in�front�of us�this�whole�time.
Couldn't�see�the�forest for�the�trees.
Nothing�regular�about�it.
There's�no�dill�pickle in�there.
Dill�pickle�will�always�have a�place�in�our�hearts.
What�is�going on�here?
The�rules clearly�state:
All-�Dressed shall�be�excluded.
For�obvious�reasons,�Wayne.
Well,�Dary...
excluding�the�chip doesn't�stop�it
from�being�the�greatest�chip of�all�time.
Got�that�right, good�buddy.
It's�the�Brets�Harts�of�chips. The�best�there�is.
The�best�there�was. The�best�there�ever�wills�bes.
This�fishbowl�discussion�will now�be�closed.
There�will�be�no�vote via�show�of�hands
as�the�conclusion�for�the�best chip�of�all�time
has�been�drawn,
pursuit�of�designing�our�own flavour�of�chip
will�also�conclude.
Yeah,�but�the�chip�we'd�design, it--�it'd�be�like,
a�Caesar�flavoured�chip,
like�a�Bloody�Mary flavoured�chip.
I�think�that�that'd be�the�winner.
You�know,�I�think�we'd all�agree�on�that.
Everyone�knows�it.
I�mean,�a�chip�that�tastes�like Caesars?�Slam�dunk.
-�(All�agreeing) -�WAYNE:�You�can't�lose.
All-Dressed�though...
(Chuckling)
Got�everything�in�a�chip�you want�right�there.
Friendship. Feels�good.
Friend-chip? (Laughing)
Yo.
What�the�actual�fuck is�going�on�here.
(Glasvegas�"Geraldine")
��
���When�your�sparkle�evades your�soul���
���I'll�be�at�your�side to�console���
���When�you're�standing on�the�window�ledge���
���I'll�talk�you�back, back�from�the�edge���
���I�will�turn, I�will�turn�your�tide���
���Be�your�shepherd, I�swear�I'll�be�your�guide���
���When�you're�lost�in�the�deep and�darkest�place�around���
���May�my�words�walk�you�home safe�and�sound���
���Ooh���
���Ooh,�ooh���
���Ooh,�ooh...���
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