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You're�hangin'�a�piss with�your�pals�the�other�day...
(Urine�splashing)
Sounds�like�a�healthy�streams there,�Darys.
I'm�told�Italians have�narrow�urethras.
Then,�from�the�sounds�of�it, Dary�ain'ts�Italian.
Might�could�be�just�a�wee�bit Italian�by�the�sounds�of�it.
I�thought�only girls�have�urethras?
No.�You're�thinksin' of�uteruses.
Uteri.
You�know,�I�was�told the�Swiss�shit�black
because�of�all the�chocolate�they�eat.
Only�bad�chocolate makes�you�shits�blacks,
not�good�Swiss�chocolates.
Well,�like,�if�it�was�imported from�another�country,�like...
Ireland.
-�Scotlands. -�Wonkaland.
I�think�Alexander might�have�a�narrow�urethra.
I�was�standing�beside�him, having�a�piss,
and�I�had�finished�mine�before he'd�even�started�his.
No.�You're�thinksin'�of�shy bladders.
He�just�stood�there,
pullin'�on�it every�few�seconds.
I�seen�'em�bop�it off�the�urinal�one�time,
trying�to�get�'er�goin'.
Guys�with�shy�bladders can�only�piss
if�they're in�the�rights�environments.
Well,�like, warm�or�cold?
No.�You're�thinksin' of�climates.
So,�he�couldn't�have�a�piss right�here�with�me?
He'd�likelys�prefers�not�to.
Peoples�with�shy�bladders can't�piss�at�the�urinals
if�someone's standing�next�to�them.
It's�like�a�stage frights�things.
Like�a�stand�your�ground or�run�away�type�thing?
No.�You're�thinksin' fights�or�flights.
Well,�how�do�you�rock a�piss?
Well,�peoples with�shy�bladders
gots�to�be�awares�of�all�the available�washrooms,�likelys.
Like�the�CIA�has�to�be�aware
of�all�the�available exits�for�the�president.
No.�You're�thinksin' of�the�Secret�Services.
'Kay.
But,�you�know,�I�imagines,�if you�have�a�shy�bladder,
your�brains�is�kinds�of like�the�Secret�Service
and�your�horn's�kind�of�like the�President.
Potamus?
No.�You're�thinksin' of�POTUSes.
Isn't�that�something?
The�Secret�Service�organizes everythings�for�the�POTUSes.
Yeah,�POTUS�doesn't�have�much of�a�choice�there,�but,�well,
he's�the�one�who�wanted�to�be leader�of�the�free�world,�so...
Imagine�you�work�your way�up�secret�serving,
and�then�you�get�assigned�a detail�to�protect�POTUS,
and�then,�all�you're�doing is�just�clearing�bathrooms
for�him�and�his�shy�bladder.
Hey,�check�yourself.
Any�detail�those�dudes�get assigned�is�a�fuckin'�honour.
-�I�think�so's�toos. -�Ask�any�one�of�them.
Yeah,�they'd�be�happy�with�any details�you�gives�'em.
I�think�I'd�try�to�switch details
-�with�another�secret�server. -�I�don't�think�that's
how�presidentials�details�works theres,�Darys.
Alright,�riddle�me�this�- let's�say�you�work�your�way
all�the�way�up�to being�a�secret�server,
what�are�you�gonna do�then?�Huh?
Gonna�go�to�the�POTUS, say�you�don't�like�your�detail?
That�you�want�another secret�server's�detail?
Don't�be�surprise�they�take�away your�details�altogether.
You'd�be�scrubbing the�ship's�commodes.
Yeah,�I�guess�you're�right.
Old�boss�is�always�a�dick till�you�meet�the�new�one.
You'll�be�dreaming of�the�old�boss'�dick.
Fuckin'�leader of�the�free�world.
If�I�was�a�secret�servers,�I'd be�happy�to�help�the�POTUSes
in�any�ways�he�neededs.
So,�he's�not�standing�there,
boppin'�his�wiener�off the�urinal�like�Alexander.
Why�doesn't�he�just�use the�handicap�bathroom?
-�Complete�privacy. -�Oh,�that's�uncouth.
Yeah.�I�don't�think�the�secret servers�would�think
that's�a�very�good�looks�for the�POTUSes.
Why�doesn't�the�Secret�Service just�clear�the�bathroom
entirely?�That�way,�you�don't have�to�check
-�if�anybody's�in�there. -�Listen,�I�don't�know�about
youse,�but�that�sounds�an�awful lot�to�me�like�abuse�of�power.
The�POTUS�has�gots�to�bes for�the�peoples.
Well,�what�if�the�Secret�Service hired�guys�with�shy�bladders
to�secretly�serve?
So,�they�could�empathize with�the�POTUSes?
-�Yeah. -�No�chance�in�hell.
-�Why�not? -�Don't�ask,�don't�tell.
You�think�the�Secret�Service ever�kicked�a�guy�off�the�can,
so�the�president could�rock�a�piss?
Not�unless�he's�trying�to�flush a�vote�down�the�toilet.
Can�you�imagine�if�the POTUSes�had�a�shy�bladders
and�was�Italians?
Talks�about doubles�troubles.
Hoo-hoo!�Hoo-hoo!
Well,�fuck, the�Secret�Service
would�have�their hands�full�then,�boy!
I'm�told�Italians have�narrow�urethras.
��
Youse�wanna�see�some butt-fuckery?
Not�particularly.
-�No. -�Yes.
No,�no,�no.
Made�its�way�back to�me�twice�already.
Two�separate�sources.
-�Fuck�a�duck. -�Uh-huh.
What's the�frequency,�Kenneth?
Nude�o'clock.
(Chuckling)�Prove�it.
Of�Gail.
-�BOTH:�Nope. -�Well,�I'd�still�take�a�gander.
-�Cool�it. -�No�James�Van�Der-peeking.
It�ain't�Dawson's�crack.
I�don't�wanna�wait for�our�lives�to�be�over.
Just�show�it�to�me.
Mind�your�scruples,�Dary.
Does�Gail�know?
En�route�to�her�now.
Sending�nudes�has becomes�very�populars
amongst�the�youngs peoples�these�days.
Shouldn't�take pictures�of�yourself.
Sending�nudes�is�one�thing. Get�after�it.
Yeah,�let�your freak�flag�fly.
Leaking�nudes�is�another.
Don't�take�pictures of�yourself�at�the�gym.
I�mean,�show�it�to�a�pal or�two�on�your�phone,
have�a�giggle,�but�don't send�it�to�a�pal.�Fuckin'�nerds.
It�ought�to�be punishable�by�castration.
Straight�up.
What?�Like a�bilaterals�orchidectomys?
I�don't�give�a�shit!
You�should�lose�your balls�for�leaking�nudes.
And�then,
a�picture�of�your nut-less�ball�sack
should�be�sent�to�everyone you�sent�the�nude�to.
Hey,�bud, you�ever�see�that�video
of�that�dude�who's sittin'�on�stage
and�crosses�his�leg and�crushes�his�nut?
Oh,�what?�This�one?
(Chuckling)
Well,�Katy, boys�will�be�boys�and--
Exactly! That�is�exactly�what�you�are.
If�you�send�a�naked�picture�of the�girl�you're�having�sex�with
to�your�pals,�you�are�a�boy.
Well...�how�are�we gonna�fuck�this�pig?
One: locate�culprit.
Two:�delete�evidence. And�three...
Yes,�and�three...
Vigilante�justice.
That's�the�spirit, big�brother.
No.�No,�I�think�I...
Well,�I�think�I�just�got stung�by�a�bee.
(Electronic�dance music�playing)
��
Ooh... (Breathing�heavily)
Ooh. You�feel�that?
-�What? -�Heat.
You�don't�think it's�a�bit�brisk�today?
Heat.�Cop�nip. All�eyes�on�me.
We're�in�the�centre�of�the�ring, just�like�a�circus.
There's�too�much heat�on�our�names.
Fools�out�here blowing�up�our�spot.
Yeah,�finna' catch�a�body.
What�you�sayin', shot�caller?
What�would�fools�do, if�we�didn't�deal�anymore?
What�would�we�do?
-�Well,�we�would�still�deal. -�Oh,�okay.
But�under�the�guise of�a�proxy.
And�on�top�of�taking the�heat�off�of�our�name,
he�would�be�able�to inflate�the�prices,
charging�fools whatever�premium�suits�us.
A�proxy?
Can�we�call�it "Operation:�Goldiprox?"
Operation: Proxic�Relationship.
Operation:�Smallprox?
Operation: Longprox�On�The�Beach.
Operation: Safety�Deposit�Prox.
That�would�take the�heat�off�our�names.
But�who�would�help�us in�such�a�matter?
Or�any�matter, for�that�matter?
(Gasping) Operation:�Bagels�With�Prox.
BOTH:�'Sup.
NM,�NM.�You?
We�out�here.
Cool.�Cool,�cool,�cool.
-�Sure�you�right. -�You�know�what�it�is?
Hype.
It's,�uh, Goldstein?
Yeah. AKA:�Billfold-stein,
legend�of�oldstein, never�paroled-stein,
never�controlled-stein, a�story�untoldstein.
We�are...
Sir�Patrick�Stewart, Gary�Roaldman.
So,�what�you�know�about extra-curricular�activities?
I've�been�known�to�enrol in�the�after�school�curriculum.
Lead�guitar�in�a�contraband?
Got�a�phernalia.
Shit,�I�even�got a�pair-a-phernalia.
Stewart's�making drug�references.
I�just�want�to�make�sure that�that's�what�you're�doing.
Roald�up�the�rim�to�win, you...�can�be�sure.
Do�you�want�some?
-�Now? -�Yes.
-�Yes. -�Free.
Free�weed?
(Scoffing) Watchu�talkin'�bout�weed?
Khalifa, the�Goblin,�the�Dojo.
I�meant�free�rips.
Rips?�Whatchu�talkin' bout�rips?
The�lines,�the�linos, the�devil's�dandruff.
No.�That's-- That's�not�kosher.
Weed�isn't�even�a�drug.
Yes,�it�is.
When�you're�six.
You�must�have�been a�troubled�six-year-old.
It's�not�a�drug,�though. It's�weed.
Actually,�it�is�very commonly�referred�to�as
the�gateway�drug.
Gateway�to�salt�'n'�vinnies
and�pocketing�other peoples'�lighters.
(Both�laughing)
What�are�you�guys, the�joint�task�force?
We�have a�business�proposition!
-�Word? -�Sure�you�right.
-�You�know�what�it�is. -�Hype.
You�will�sell�for�us�in�order to�inflate�the�prices
and�take�the�heat off�of�our�names.
-�Why�me? -�You're�our�chosen�person.
Because�I'm�one of�the�chosen�people?
-�Precisely. -�So,�because�I'm�Jewish,
you�think�I'm�business-minded and�money-minded?
-�BOTH:�No! -�No,�no,�no.
-�BOTH:�What? -�I-I...
-�What? -�I�don't�see�religion.
-�No,�'cause�I�am. -�BOTH:�That's�good�for�you.
That's�really�good�for�you. Because�that�had�nothing...
We�didn't�even�talk�about�it-- That�had�nothing�to�do--
I�didn't�know you�were�Jewish.�Jewish?
Couldn't�tell?
-�Consider�it�a�Mitzvah. -�A�Mitzvah.
BOTH:�Mitzvah. Mitzvah.�Mitzvah.
I�do�this�Mitzvah in�exchange�for�drugs?
Free�drugs.
Ah.�Win-win.
-�Sure�you�right. -�You�know�what�it�is.
Hype.
Bonnie,�how�are�ya�now?
-�Pissed�'n�you? -�Not�so�bad.
-�What�are�you�lookin'�at�ther-- -�Not�now,�Daryl.
What�are�you�looking�at?
The�best�way�to�remove a�man's�balls�from�his�body.
We're�all�over�it,�Bonno.
And�now,�so�am�I.
-�Gailers�here? -�Liquor�run.
Where�do�you�stand in�all�of�this,�Bonnie?
Bro,�you�leak�a�pic, you�lose�your�dick.
Look,�all�I'm�saying�is�that maybe�we�should�follow
the�money�around�and take�a�little�look--
So,�wheres�dos�we�starts?
Youse�don't. We�got�this.
We'll�be�back when�it's�sorted.
Well,�should�we�get hammered�then?
I'd�get�hammered.
I's�never�tried an�Aperol�Spritz.
So,�where�do�we�start?
Dealer's�choice.
Well...
my�brother's�kind of�a�piece�of�shit.
-�Hey! -�How�'r�you�now?
-�How�'r�you�now? -�Not�s'bad.
-�(Speaking�auctioneer�babble) -�'Kay.
-�McMurrays... -�Rosie.
There's�a�leaked�nude�of�my cousint�circulating�around�town
and�we're�looking for�who's�behind�it.
Oh.�So,�what�are�we�talkin' about�here?�Tits?
Beaver? Li'l�beaver�cleaver?
One�of�them over-the-shoulder�shots
into�the�mirror�with�a li'l�bit�of�backside?
-�Tits�and�beav? -�Ooh.�Did�you�see�her�split?
Maybe�one�of�those�bent over�shots�into�the�mirror
you�just�get�a�li'l peek-a-boo�of�her�split?
MCMURRAY:�Yeah,�a�little split�sampler?
Little�split�sample�platter?
Little�split�mingler?
Ew.
Well,�who's�got�it?
Yeah.�Let's�have�a�li'l peek-a-boo.
That's�what�I�always�say.
If�it�wasn't�sent�to�you, it�wasn't�meant�for�you!
Let's�have�a�cock�suckin' gin�and�tonic,�then.
-�So�you�haven't�seen�it? -�Well,�not�yet,
but�the�suspense is�killing�me!
Now,�now,�Baby,�maybe�don't�get your�hopes�up.
You�know�what�they�say: the�bigger�the�build-up,
the�shittier�the�movie.
So�you�don't�know who�leaked�it?
No,�but�if�I�was�youse,
I'd�be�looking�directly at�Jimmy�Dickskin.
(Gasping)
What�do�you�have against�Jim�Dickens?
He's�too�tall, that's�all�I�know!
Too�tall to�be�trusted!
Don't�believe�a�word�he�says. It's�all�tall�tales!
He�was�the�last�one�to crawl�up�that�skin�slide,
so�don't�youse�stand�here waving�your�fingers�at�me.
-�Jim�Dickens�is�a�good�guy. -�With�values.
He�would�never�do anything�like�that.
Even�a�broken�clock is�right�twice�a�day!
-�Huh? -�Do�the�math!
Do�you�have�anything to�say�to�that?
As�it�turns�out,
I�will�not�be�joining�you for�an�afternoon�hot�tub.
Know�anything about�this,�Jim?
Miss�Gail�and�I�have�had a�courtship�in�the�past,
but�if�I�ever�circulated�a�naked photo�of�a�woman
who�trusted�me with�her�body,
I�would�voluntarily�permit�that woman�to�cut�off�my�genitals
and�then�thank�her for�the�kindness!
There's�some good�ones�left.
-�Yeah. -�You�know�what,
give�me�one�good�reason why�we�ought�to�believe�that,
you�redwood-lookin'�beanstalk,
cell�phone�tower-lookin' sombitch?
He�looks�a�bit like�Jeff�Goldblum.
You�want�one�good�reason? I'll�give�you�one.
And�after�that, I'll�give�you�two.
And�then�after�that,�I'll�give you�three�good�reasons...
(All�speaking�auctioneer�babble)
Cool�it!
Ladies,
the�concept�of�eagerly oversharing
an�explicit photograph�resonates,
to�me, as�childlike�behaviour.
Yup.�Boys.
There�are�two�boys�who�come�to mind�straight�out�the�gate.
Yeah.�I�guess�they�should�have been�our�first�stop.
Fuckin'�bell�tower,�corn�silo, giraffe�ass,�space�needle,
fuckin'�sumbitch.
Yeah!�Fuck�you,�Dickskin,�you fuckin'�boreal�forest�sequoia.
Dickens!
Like�Charles!
-�Avi. -�Fruit�Roald�Up.
-�Goldstein. -�Kristen�Stewart.
Have�you�considered our�proposal?
I�sell�your�drugs�in exchange�for�free�drugs?
Weed.�Free�weed.
Yeah,�the�drug�weed.
You�mean�the�no�longer controlled�substance�weed?
The�reason�for�immense unnecessary�incarceration�weed.
Oh,�you�mean�cannabis? The�dioecious�flower?
If�you�mean�cannabis,
the�flower�with�psychoactive effects,�then�yes!
Yeah,�psychoactive�effects,�such as�minor�feelings�of�euphoria
and�intense�desire for�dill�picklers.
Ugh!�You�guys�should really�watch�Narcos�Mexico.
-�You�can't�even�die�from�it! -�Quite�the�opposite,�actually!
It�can�help�you�live.
My�point�exactly! It's�medicinal.
And�recreational!
Perhaps�we�were wrong�about�you!
-�Perhaps�you�were! -�Allow�me�to�mediate!
I'll�allow�it.
I'll�allow�it�first. Universal�Roaldier...
Stewart,�you�have�asked Mr.�Goldstein�to�sell�drugs
for�us�at�an�elevated�price to�take�heat�off�our�names.
And�Mr.�Goldstein,
you�have�been�offered free�skunk�bud�indica
in�exchange for�these�services.
Now,�the�agreement is�all�but�signed.
What�must�transpire between�these�two�entities
in�order�to�close�this�deal? (Chuckling)
Avi,�you�have the�floor.
Thank�you, Advil�Roald�and�Flu.
Now,�Tylenol�Cold and�Stew,
I�will�head your�sales�team...
when�you�admit�that�weed�is, in�fact,�a�drug.
(Giggling)
But,�Stewart,�I�mean,
don't�you�remember�the... the�thrill
of�hiding�weed�in your�locker�at�school
and�knowing�that, if�you�got�caught,
oh,�you'd�get�in�trouble?
Cha.�Junior�kindergarten was�a�riot.
But�I�mean, don't�you�remember
the�excitement�of bringing�it�home
and�hiding�it in�your�undie�drawer,
so�your�mom couldn't�find�it?
Well,�my�mom�was�hiding�it in�her�undie�drawer...
unsuccessfully.
ROALD: But�don't�you�remember...
when�Katy�came�to�you�for the�first�time...�for�weed?
The�excitement...
of�when�she�asked�you�to meet�her�after�school
in�that�hedge�with the�big�hole�in�it?
Ooh,�it�was�so�secret.
And�sexual.
Sure.
But�do�you�remember...
what�she�called�you?
Her�first�drug�dealer.
Goldstein...
Winnie�the�Stew...
You�will�sell�our�rips
and,�in�exchange, we�will�provide�a�free
and�unlimited supply�of�the...
...drug...�marijuana.
Hype. Two�conditions.
One: weed�up�front.
(Snapping)
Toda�raba.
Done.�Two?
I�need�your�reassurance that�these�drugs
have�not�been�tampered�with.
Tampered�with?
Yeah.�Cut�up�with anything�not�advertised,
Roald�To�Perdition.
Our�stuff is�safe�to�play�with.
Rated�"E"�for�everyone.
Then,�yes. We�have�a�deal.
Wondrous!
You�will�post�up outside�of�the�dollar�store,
and�we...�will�herd customers�your�way.
That's�what's�up, Hasidic�Stew.
-�Sure�you�right. -�You�know�what�it�is.
Hype.
-�DAN:�Alexanders. -�DARY:�How�'r�ya�now?
Life�is�like�toilet�paper�-
you're�either�on�a�roll or�taking�crap�off�someone.
Where�you�headed,�bud?
Gonna�bop�my�wiener�off the�urinals�a�couple�times.
-�Booty�nude? -�Yeah.
I�didn't�even�know you�could�do�it�slo-mo.
-�Sniper. -�Other�snipe.
Wayne's�sweetie.
Is�there�a�naked�photo�of�my cousint�on�your�phone?
-�Who's�your�cousint. -�Gail.
Oh,�yeah. Sorry,�boys.
Too�many�conkies.
-�You've�only�had�five. -�Yeah.
Most�people�wouldn't�consider that�too�many�conkies.
Yeah.�I�might�be forgetting�a�conkies,�bro.
Most�people�would�agree�that is�a�side�effect�of�conkies.
Anyhoo...�I�don't�know.
You�don't�know?
I'm�the�conky�tonk�man.
You're�trying�to�tell�me
that�you're�not�sure�if�you�have a�naked�photo�of�Gail�-
the�Gail�-�on�your�phone?
I've�got�so�many�naked�photos of�broadskis�on�my�phone,
I�don't�know�where�it begins�or�where�it�ends.
Yeah.�My�camera�roll�include recent�nudes,�favourite�nudes,
portrait�nudes, slo-mo�nudes,�time�lapse�nudes,
and�my�recently�deleted�folder is�exclusively�nudes.
It's�tough�to�86�a�nude.
Yeah.�Some�you�wish�you could�axe�immediately.
Yeah.�I�figured�out�how�to delete�the�calculator
and�the�heart�monitor app�off�my�phone
to�make�more�room for�incoming�nudes.
(Chuckling)
But,�you�know, even�if�we�were�sendeded�it,
we�wouldn't�have�sended�it to�the�boys.
That�is�like...�bad.
Colour�me�pleasantly surprised,�boys.
I�mean,�we'd�show�it�to them,�obviously,
twice�if�they�asked.
We�just�wouldn't,�you�know, sended�it�to�them.
And�there�it�is.
Perhaps�the�skids could�go�on�the�dark�web
and�figure�out�who�it�was.
Worth�a�shot.
But�if�you�do�do�that,
please�don't�tell�them about�our�stash�of�nudes
because�dark�web�dudes�have�the means�to�snatch�those�from�us.
Yeah,�and�we'd�get�in�trouble with�our�billet�parents.
Don't�worry.
We�won't�sended-ed-ed�them that�information.
BOTH:�Nert-nert!
(Electronic�music�playing)
���Ahh��� Goldstein.
-�Campbell's�Chunky�Stew. -�Hi,�Avi!
Roald�to�Avonlea.�'Sup.
-�You�know�what�it�is. -�Ah,�but�in�case�you�don't:
were�you�able�to�disperse�our rips�in�exchange�for...
This�Boba�Fat�stack?
-�Whoa! -�Oh,�wow!
How?
Rather�not�talk�about�it, Rod�Stewart.
Please?
Maybe�for�you, Roald�&�the�Beautiful.
You�see,�I�devised a�plan�of�my�own.
-�That's�not�part�of�the�plan. -�No,�but�check�it�out.
I�sold�to�your�regulars, but�for�their�regular�price.
Fair�is�fair.
This�plan�of�yours�to inflate�the�prices,
it�just�didn't�add�up meth-amatically�speaking.
And�trust�me,�I�know a�lot�about�math
because�my�dad was�an�accountant,
and�that's�like�third�best�job you�can�get�as�a�Jew.
-�You're�Jewish. -�Are�you�Jewish?
We�didn't�even�know�it. But�what�are�the�first�two�jobs?
Doctor�and�lawyer�are�tied for�first,
and�then�member of�the�Beastie�Boys.
-�Sure�Shot. -�So�What'cha�Want?
What�I�did�instead�was�I�hit up�my�cousint�Shlomi.
He's�the�on�campus�dealer at�the�Yeshiva�in�Toronto.
-�What's�a�Yeshiva? -�Oh,�it's�like--
It's�like�the�same�as�school,
but�with�a�primary focus�on�bible�studies,
also�less�girls.
(Chuckling)�Okay.
Yeah.
Told�him�I�had�a�handle on�some�good�shit,
named�my�price and�he�bought�it�all.
Jews�work�together, my�goy.
L'Chaim.
I�sense�trickery.
Just...�treatery.
How�surreptitiously clandestine�of�you.
Oh,�bee-tee-dubs,�one�of the�guys�you�sent�over�-
really�smelly�dude, kinda�smelled�like�unused,
-�stacked�cardboard�boxes... -�(Roald�sighing)
...yeah,�showed�me�a�nude�of Gail�from�the�bar.�Yeah.
Had�a�really�dumb�name, something�like...
'Jiggly�Puff�Pat'. Something�like�that.
Anyways,�you�might�want�to�give your�buddy�a�heads�up
he's�a�proper�degen.
Jivin'�Pete.
Yes.�He�is a�proper�degen.
We�will�be�sure�to�pass that�information
on�to�the�right�people.
But,�in�the�meantime,
to�the�bar�for�an�alcohol induced�jubilation.
Drinks�on�me.
You�guys�go�ahead.
I�don't�want�to�be late�for�Shabbos�dinner.
Bubbie's�making�brisket;�I'm about�to�fuck�up�with�my�mouth.
Ooh...
Goldstein...
it�was�a�pleasure.
Roald,�Milstew, keep�it�tight.
(Making�airplane�noise)
(Making�explosion�sound)
-�Shirt�tuckers. -�Shirt�tuckerettes.
There's�something going�around�town,
linked�to�my�cousint�Gail. What�do�you�know?
I�know�it�wouldn't�be�the�first time�something�went�around�town
linked�to�your�cousint�Gail.
So�that�was�true?
-�(Quietly)�Yeah. -�Speak!
(Scoffing) Snitches�get�stitches.
-�(Grunting) -�Snitch�or�you'll�need�them.
Tighter. (Yelping)
It�was�Jivin'�Pete!
Are�youse�coming�in?
Need�to�offset�the�degen population�in�here.
He's�gotta�be�in�there.
Gail's�gotta�know�first.
-�Yeah. -�Yeah,�that's�what�I�thought.
(Rock�music�playing)
Gail,�how�'r�ya�now?
-�Good�'n�you? -�Oh,�I'm�not�s'bad.
-�Cousint. -�Cousint.
Heard�youse�been having�my�back�around�town.
ALL: Can�confirm.
So�you�know it�was�Jivin'�Pete.
I�sent�it�to�him.
Did�you... fuck�Jivin'�Pete,�Gailer?
No.�I�just�sent him�a�nude.
But�I've�fucked�worse.
I�once�had�it�off�with�the�four day�shift�guys�at�Timmies
'cause�they�offered�me a�real...�Double-Double.
You�know what�that�is,�Wayne?
-�No. -�Anyways,
I�was�home�with�a�cold�'cause cough�syrup�makes�me�horny,
and�I�needed�someone to�play�carpenter�with.
-�What's�that? -�It's�a�game.
How�does�ones�plays carpenters,�Gails?
Only�two�rules. One:�we�get�hammered.
Two:�you�nail�me. (Grunting)
Gail,�you�need�Jesus.
Good�thinking. Best�carpenter�there�ever�was.
So�what�happened?
Greasy�degen�was�slipping�and sliding�all�up�in�my�DMs,
so�I�sent�him�a�little�something to�wail�on�it�to.
Cousint,�aren't�you�mad he�went�around�town
showing�it�to�everyone?
Mad?�Fucker�did�all my�marketing�for�me.
Like�an�analog�Tinder�profile, going�off�left�and�right,
showing�me�off�to�every dangling�dong�in�town.
My�phone's�burning�up.
That�nude... is�my�business�card.
You�see�it,�Daryl?
No,�and�when I�tried�to�look�at�it--
Cool�it.
I'll�just�piss a�little�in�his�drink.
I'll�do�it�for�you.
Just�gimme�a�few�minutes to�bop�it�off�the�urinus.
Well,�how�you wanna�fuck�this�pig?
(Whispering�indistinctly)
Sometimes�you've�gotta kill�'em�with�kindness.
(Amyl�and�The�Sniffers "Hertz")
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