"I'm supposed to be rich right now." "Do I look fuckin rich?" "I mean the car is fucked, and we eat shitty food." "I just don't understand." "We did this big job, like, almost a year ago." "Well, it's a year ago tomorrow actually, and then Julian, the big Almighty, decides he's gonna hide the money for a year." " You know, I know what I'm doing." "I've watched movies like Casino or Goodfellas, you know, a bunch of Robert De Niro films, Heat." "You know, they do a big job, and then they sit on the money for a little while." "And that's the key, because you start flashing money around right out of the gate, you're gonna go back to jail." " Fuck Joey De Mirno and all those movie dicks!" "I'm broke!" " It hasn't been easy for me." "Every day I gotta hide that money in a different spot." "Lahey's watching me." "I'm trying not to get caught." " Me and my Dad were living in the car together for a while." "He was sleeping up here." "I was back there." "And then it just got "fucky"." "We were drinking way too much and partying way too much, and we got in a bit of a fight." "He punched me in the face." "And I felt bad, but I had to kick him out, so..." "I guess I never thought that he'd move back to the dump and start bootlegging again." " Hey, Buddy." " Hi, Dad." "How are ya?" " Not bad." "How are you doing?" " Good." " Yeah, I think Rick's a little ashamed of me." "You know, the old man, living back in the dump." "I guess if I were perfectly honest with myself, it's not where I expected to be myself at this time in my life." "Well, there's a couple of positive things." "I'm making liquor." "Some people say that's bootlegging." "They don't like it, but they all drink it." " Well, because of Julian, me and Bubbles had no choice and we had to start working for the old man, bottling liquor down at the dump, which wouldn't be too bad, except for the fucking seagulls." "I mean, I love all creatures like gophers and "deerts", and those things that fly and everything else," "But fuck seagulls." "I got no time for those cocksuckers." " Three o'clock!" "Right there!" "Right there!" "Look up!" " We just mind our own business down here at the dump." "Nobody comes down here fucking with anybody." "I'm just a bottling-liquor man." "That's my job." "Paid by the hour, no bullshit, bottling Ray's Good Liquor." "It's a dirty, sassy liquor." "Oh!" "So sassy!" " Yeah, I love cars." "I'm a" " I'm a bit of a car guy, so..." "Maybe I shouldn't have bought the DeLorean," "Yeah, it's a nice car." "It might be a little too flashy, but, you know, a nice car means respect." "Hey, how's it going?" " Hey, buddy." " You boys ready to get your fuckin' eat on?" "Buddy..." " Look at these guys." " Dig into these boys." "Dear, God." "Uh, thank you for these lobsters, and for this dump." "Uh, I didn't mean that the way it sounded." "Thank you for this dump, my home." "Um, amen." "That's it." "Say "amen", Rick." " I said it." " No, you didn't." "Say "amen"." "It's not an official prayer till you say it." " I said it." " I didn't hear it." "I gotta hear it." " I whispered it." " I didn't hear." " Fucking amen!" " All right." " I want to make a toast to you guys." "I know it's been a tough year for all of us, especially you, Ray." "But we stuck to our plan and tomorrow's gonna be a special day." "Life is gonna change as of tomorrow." " Cheers." " Cheers, boys." " He says the weather office didn't say we were gonna have a heat wave." "I said:" ""Hello!" "It's summertime."" " It's just a matter of time." "Keep your eyes open and call me if anything moves." " And the heat wave is thickest right here at 38ºC." "No relief in sight until the weekend." "Saturday night, heavy rain..." " There's a vehicle approaching, sir." " Copy, Randy." "I'll be over in a minute." " There's a vehicle approaching, sir." " Randy, I heard you, bud." "I'll be over in a minute, bud." " Come in, Mr. Lahey." "Come in." " Randy, I copy." "I'll be over in a sec, bud." "I'm busy right now." "Can I wear your cowboy boots, bud?" " What do you see?" " 10-80!" " What's a 10-80?" " Shut the fuck up!" "We did it, bud." "I know where it is." "Randy, I knew that it had fucking something to do with that car." " Shhh!" " Geez!" "The grease on you, man!" "We split it 50-50." "You have to pay it out of your share." "All right, it's in the front trunk of the DeLorean." "He's with a" "He's with a lady right now, so do it." "My pleasure." "Look, keep your gun at home." "You won't need it." "Right." "Dumb as shit." " Get off!" " Just one drink!" " Get out!" " Fuck!" " Be quiet." "Sam, be quiet." "Shhh!" " Shit!" " Sam?" " Back in the shed, Bubbles!" " Hey!" "Sam?" "Get off my property." " Hey, Julian." "Sorry to wake you, man." "I just-- Don't fucking move!" "I said don't move!" " Sam brought a gun!" "I'm gonna call the cops." "Abort!" "Abort!" " Ricky?" "Sam's here trying to steal Julian's car." "Get over here." "They're firing shots." " Fuck you!" "You're gonna get shot!" " Sam!" " I'm not playing games, Sam!" " My dad's got a gun at the dump." "What the fuck is this?" "A pellet gun?" " It's all I got, Ricky." "But it'll fool Sam, I think." " Why the fuck does Sam want Julian's DeLorean?" " I don't know." "It's shiny." "He's a caveman." "Who knows?" " What the fuck is that smell that I smell?" " It's Sam!" " What the fuck is going on in there?" "Are you OK?" " Aw, fuck!" "Cover me." "My gun's jammed!" " Sam, you're about to get your empty fucking cave-head full of bullets!" " With a pellet gun, Ricky?" "Put the fucking thing down!" "Right now!" " It's Bubbles' pellet gun, Sam." "It's all I got." " Fine!" "Put it down." "And bring me that sandwich." " I'm not giving you my fucking sandwich!" " Get back!" " Ricky!" "Bubbles!" "Don't let this fuck-head take my car!" "Oh, my fucking stick!" "Barb, what the fuck happened to you?" "Why are you guys doing this?" " Run, Barbie, run!" " Don't--don't shoot!" " Boys, don't let him take the car!" "He can't take the car!" "Fuck!" "Ricky, go get your car!" "I'm driving." " Goodbye, Julian!" " I'm sorry, Suzy." "I'll call you tomorrow!" " Why they wanna steal your car?" " Randy, we're gonna follow them, bud." "I'll start the cruiser." "Get me a bottle of champagne and one pack of Colts." "Fuck!" " Do I have time to roll a small joint, Mr. Lahey?" " Boys, I fucking forgot to tell you something." "I was hiding the money in the DeLorean!" " What?" "All of it?" " All of it." " How can you be so stupid with our money?" " How could you think that was a good place to hide it?" " Listen, this is not my fucking fault." " It is your fucking fault!" "You fucked up this time, not me!" "Now I gotta cancel my new fucking new rims?" "No." "No, he's going left, you go right." "We'll cut him off at the next intersection." " This is a big fuck-up." "Huge!" " Where are they?" " They'll be coming from down there, towards the left." "Where the fuck are they?" " Fuck!" " Oh, for fuck sakes!" "OK, no big deal." "I'll just go down and tell them it's our money." " Oh yeah, Ricky!" "Your un-laundered drug money sends us back to jail." "Brilliant!" "You should've put the money in something like a safe or dug a fucking hole in the ground!" "Fuck!" " What are they doing?" " For fuck sakes!" " What's in the bag?" "Holy shit!" " That's it, boys." "She's over." " Fuck!" "I gotta get out." " Ricky!" " What the fuck's going on?" "Whoa!" "Cut it off me!" " Get a hold of yourself." "Calm down." " Want some of this?" "Asshole!" " Calm down." "Get a hold of yourself." "We are in our pyjamas making a scene." " Holy sweet shit!" "Sam got fucked over, Randy." "We lost the money, Randy." "Those guys are gonna be really desperate." "One way or another, those shitting' ostriches are going back to jail." "That's what the liquor's telling me Randy." " Julian..." "You busted my cock up over this one." "You broke it." " I swear I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you guys, OK?" " I can't hang out with you anymore after this shit." "My Dad's living in a fucking dump, seats are getting ripped out of cars." "For fuck's sake!" "My car, my seat..." " Ricky, just... calm down, please." " Get the fuck out of my car!" " Fine, then." " Bubbles, you get the fuck in the car." " Bubbs, you wanna walk home with me?" " Do you have 2 bucks, Julian?" " Yeah." " My suggestion is to get the fuck on the bus." " I'm gettin' drunk tonight, Randy." " You really fucked this one up, Julian." " Mr. Lahey!" " Everything I touch turns to shit." "I must have been crazy to team up with Sam." "I don't think the liquor's working for me anymore, Bandingo." "Ah!" "Maybe I'm not the liquor." " Why don't you try one of these "liquor-cicles", Mr. Lahey," "Then tell me who's not the liquor." "You are the liquor." "You've always been the liquor, Mr. Lahey." "It that good?" " Mmm!" " They're almost half liquor." "That's the secret." "We're gonna need more dry ice." "I'm working on a number of recipes." " Randy, crosswords." " Here you go, Mr. Lahey." " Thanks, Rander." "Shit!" "Bells are ringing, bud." "Get my uniform, Randers." "It's Julian time." "Thanks, bud." " It still smells like Sam." " Fuck sakes!" " Oh my fuck!" " Can you maybe at least give me a fucking push or something?" " Ricky, get out of the car." "We gotta talk." " The car's working good." "Just get me out." "I'll be all right." "Thanks, guys!" "You ever need a ride anywhere, let me know, OK?" "No hard feelings, Julian, even though you fucked everything up and lost all our fucking money!" " Here he comes..." " Hey, Lahey, was that a double-double you ordered?" " Geez!" "What?" "You son of a" "Shitbag." "Don't forget, stay focused." " Jim, you pissed yourself!" " No, it was Ricky." "Look, just one minute of your time, that's all I'm asking for here, Julian." " Not today." " Store-bought Jamaican rum." "The finest." "A minute of your time." "Got a great proposition for you, Julian." "Randy and me want to put on a singles' dance" " Down at the newly air-conditioned" "Blandford recreation centre." " People are making big money on this shit all the time." "Read in the paper where a guy made 907 grand in one night down in Lower Sackville." "Then he got robbed." " Hey, you know what?" "Sounds good, but what the fuck do I care?" "Your minute's up." "Move back, guys." "I got 2 guests leaving." "Come on." " You could have your own VIP area, guest list with all your friends on it." " You don't seem to understand something." "I don't want your help, all right?" "So leave!" " I'll give you half of what we take at the door." " Everyone's dying to get out of the heat, Julian." " 2 grand minimum, guaranteed." " You know what?" "I believe it." "But there's my door, so use it!" "You too, Randy." " Look, all we need is good security." "There's lots of bad guys out there looking to cause shit Saturday night." "We don't want the cops coming around." "People know you're there, Julian, nobody will be fucking around." " Lay off my chips, Randy!" " Somebody needs to sell liquor." "Somebody needs to sell dope." " There's gonna be food too, right?" " Yeah, I'll get someone to make some food." "We got dancing, dope, liquor and food." "Can't lose!" "All-in ticket price:" "25 bucks." " Here, would you just take these?" "You're making me nervous, you fucking weirdo." "Sit down!" " Singles dances are bigger than ever, Julian." "Maybe we go with a theme for the night." "I don't know." "Uh, dirty dancing?" "Here, let me freshen that drink for you." " I got $200, cash, right here, just to show you I'm not screwing around." "And Visa card." "I'm gonna need receipts." "Randy!" "Randy will be your assistant." "RANDY!" "Get you anything you want." "I'll book the rec centre for Saturday night." "Sorry, Randy." "Bubbles, can I talk to you for a second outside?" " I'll get you some ice there, Julian." " Oh, my sweet Jesus." "You might get it out with baking soda, but the stink, you'll never get that out." " Ray, fuck!" "Oh my Christ!" "Know what I'm saying'?" "Talkin' about Battlestar Go-lactica Onion Ring" "Flux-Capacitor." " Yeah, it's back to the Slim-Fast!" " Funny!" "Funny!" "How would you and your wacky dogs like to DJ a dance?" " "Wacky dogs", man?" "He ain't talking to us, man." " Julian, why you even rolling with that deep-fried, hairy bitch?" "Go on, say something!" " Chill, Jamie." " Oh, hell, no." " He called you by your government name, man." " I know for a fact you didn't just call me Jamie, 'less you want to get a slap up in your mouth, bitch!" " Back off!" " Boys, would you guys chill out?" "Listen!" "I got 100 bucks up front, 40 bucks now." " A'ight." " Mr. Lahey's promoting it as a country dirty dancing, so you guys gotta play country music." " You better fucking go on, Marty McGravy!" "1 .21 jigga-guts!" "Sayin'?" " That's a good one, man." " Marty McLarge Fries." "Peace!" " Dad, buddy!" " Hey, buddy!" " Check it out!" " What's up?" " Remember this?" "The old company car?" " Yeah." "Fuck yeah!" " Guess what?" " What?" " It's fucking yours!" " What?" " You got 'er." " You wanna go for a spin?" " Yeah, why not." " Get in, buddy." " Can you drive me to Lucy's?" " Yeah." " Mr. Lahey expects me to take care of all the food." "Take a guess what it is?" "Fuckin' bologna sandwiches." "I don't know if I'm interested in all this fuckin' dirty-dancing- bologna-sandwich stuff." "Fuck bologna sandwiches." "Fuckin' bologna sandwiches." " Hey, Bubbles." "Want a bologna sandwich?" " No, Ricky." "Fuck bologna sandwiches!" "Let's go eat at Phil's." " Jacob, son, I gotta hand it to you." "Those onion rings, they're sensational." " Things with Phil didn't turn out too rosy." "Fucking walrus!" "Sure, I was high all the time..." " What are you saying over there?" " ...but he ate just as much as I did." "Maybe more." "Shut the frig up!" "Can't you see I'm doing an interview?" " I had to fire Randall from the Dirty Burger partnership 'cause he was baked all the fucking time." "Sweaty bitch was high!" " I love driving this car, boys." " Hey!" "Julian!" "I got the liquor licence, bud." "Hey, Randy." " Mr. Lahey." "Can I hold him?" " Yeah, sure." " You're rolling with the big dogs now, are you?" " Can we talk, please?" " What do wanna talk about?" "Oh my fuck!" "What are you doing?" "You can't feed a baby onion rings!" "Come here, Randy." " I didn't know!" "Sorry." " What the fuck is all over" "Oh my god!" "You got sweat and grease all over him!" " That's great, thanks." " Randy, what is wrong with you?" "It's OK, Randy." "It's just sweat and grease." "God, it's all in his hair." " It's all over him." " You know what?" "You're getting clean right now." "I'm sick of this." " Stop!" "You're hurting him!" " I'm not gonna hurt him." "I just wanna clean him up." "Get a soap and mop from Phil Collins." "Get down there." " Frig off, Ricky!" " Stay down there." "If you showered we wouldn't have to go through this, would we?" "There we go." "Get some soap on him." " Wash him down!" "It's about fucking time!" " Ricky!" " Stay still." "It'll be a lot easier." "This is happening, one way or another." " Frig off!" " Want me to pull my gun out?" " No." " Let's get under those armpits." " That's enough!" "That's enough, Ricky!" "Leave him alone." " Rinse him off, Trinity." "Give him a curve." " Stop, Trinity." "I got soap in my eyes!" " Suck it up, Mayor McCheese!" " Trin, let the man have what's left of his dignity." " What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" "I mean, you're hanging out with Lahey and Randy?" " Listen, would you shut up and listen to me?" "I've got something figured out and I can cut you in." " Oh, what does the great Julian have figured out and cutting me in on?" " Your eyes all right?" " Ah!" "Thanks, man." " Good god!" " It's like an atomic bomb, that one." " Before we get all fucked up on freezer tokes," "I gotta talk to you." "I can't do this as a robbery and risk going back to jail." "That's just fucking stupid." " Who's talking about a robbery?" "Was I talking about a robbery here, Bubbs?" "I'm talking about just taking it, Rick." " What?" "We just walk in, we take it, we leave?" " Yeah." " Holy fuck!" "Like, you're not actually thinking about doing this?" " What was I just talking about?" " I don't know." "What the fuck were you just talking about?" " What--what are you talking about?" " Listen, we can make 2 or 3 grand here easily." "All we gotta do is get Lahey fucked over on Ray's liquor sauce." "That's it." " We might have to do a PLS on him." " A what?" " A Pre-emptive Liquor Strike." "I say we fucking nail him, boys." "Hard." " Listen, first step, we gotta get close to Randy." "That's where you come in, 'cause you're close to him." " I'm not gonna get close to him." " You got something in common with him." " I'm not attracted to Randy." " You guys have the same son." "So hang out with him, get stoned with him." " I thought you were talking about something else." "That's fine, I can get stoned with him." " That's all you gotta do." "In the meantime, Lahey gave me this." " Which is..." " It's a credit card." "Go ahead, buy whatever you want with it, buddy." " I can buy shit with this?" " Nice rims, Ricky!" " You're fucking right they're nice rims." " So what did you want to talk about, Ricky?" " What do I want to talk-- Watch the fucking plants." "I'll tell you what I want to talk about." "You and your goddamn high life." "God love Randy, he's fucking trying, but he's smoking too much dope." "When I smoked the "mostest" dope in my life, it was probably 5, 10 grams a day, and he's smoking 10, 15 grams a day." "It "dumbs" him out." "It's way too much for him." "He's not that smart as it goes anyway." "Here." " How much dope can you grow here anyway, Ricky?" " I don't know. 4 or 5 pounds every couple of months." "Why?" " You could sell that in one night." " Believe me, I would if I could, Randy, but it doesn't work like that anymore." " You could sell it all at the singles dance." " I'm not happy about the fact that I gotta make it look like I like Randy, and hang out with him." "But, you know, I guess if we're gonna fuck these guys over at the stupid dance, then, I mean, I can do that for a bit." " Good job." "Hugging too long." "Remember we talked about that?" " Yeah, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." " So, you were talking to Randy and everything's cool with this?" "I don't believe that." " Bubbles, Randy doesn't have a fucking clue what's coming." " Bubbs?" "Bring me over a towel would you, bud?" " A towel?" " Yeah." " Yeah, here's one here." "God!" " Ah, thanks buddy." "Oh, fuck." " What happened to your neck, Ray?" " Oh, fucking gulls were biting like crazy, Bubbs." " Gulls are biting?" " Seagulls." " Seagulls are nipping at ya?" " Yeah, I got bit twice yesterday by one fucker." " My god, that's greasy." " Sometimes life is greasy, Bubbles." " Your toke, Dad." " He's underwater, Ricky." " Here, Bubbs." " Look, I'm too baked." "You do it." " You must be looking forward to this singles dance, being a single kind of a man and stuff." " I am, but I'm not making bologna sandwiches for hundreds of people." " Come on, you gotta get into this." "Randy and Lahey, they're wrapped around our finger." "Pre-emptive strike." "It was your idea." " Hey, Ricky." "Want a beer, buddy?" " Fuck yeah!" " Here you go." "Look at this." "That's not in bad shape." "There's a shirt too, man." " Hey, Ray?" "What's the deal on this meat slicer?" " Just needs a power cord and it should work, Bubbs." "Here, finish my beer, will ya?" " Decent." " Phil, can we have some privacy?" " As soon as I finish my bath." " How about right now, Phil?" "Thank you." "Jacob?" "Jacob?" "You gotta stop dressing like Julian." " Julian put me in charge of the guest list tonight." " Uh-uh." "It's too fucked up." "You're pretending to be him all the time, and I can't handle it." "He has to stop dressing like Julian." "Either he breaks up with Julian, or I break up with Jacob." " Yeah, I really need you there." "Sure, you can bring a couple ladies." "No charge." "Yeah, you're right." "It's a great opportunity." "Yeah." "Those guys have no goddamn idea you're gonna be there." "Right." "OK, bye." "Randy?" "Make sure he's on the guest list, bud." " It's a done deal." "I already paid him, Mr. Lahey." " Good work, Bo-Bannis." " I've got a big surprise for you guys." " Oh!" " Check these out." " Holy fuck!" "That is gorgeous!" " Mine's kind of fucked looking." "I'm gonna look like I'm in Menudo." " It looks a lot better on, Bubbs, OK?" "How'd it go with Randy?" " Randy doesn't "espect" a fucking thing." " Yes!" " What about Lahey?" " Nothing." " Boys, you sure you know what you're doing here?" " Yeah, we're gonna rip Lahey off." "We're gonna take the dance money, make 7 to 10 grand." " We're gonna make 7 to 10 grand each?" " No, that's all together." " Just so you know, after I crank off a couple hundred bologna sandwiches," "I'm drinking." " As soon as I give you the cue to stop making sandwiches, Bubbs, it's game time." "We'll be out of there by midnight." " My god, boys." "Hear that?" "Help me hump these fucking bologna logs to the car, please." "It's gonna rain horse cocks tonight." " Last toke for a while, bud." "We gotta be relatively straight for tonight." "And I'd really appreciate it if you wear that shirt and vest that I bought for you." " Ah, man!" " "This world is rough and a man's gotta be tough" ""if he's gonna make it."" "Johnny Cash." " Piss driblet, sir." " That's alright, Randy." "It'll dry." "♪♪ I beg your pardon ♪" "♪ I never promised you a rose garden ♪" "♪ Along with the sunshine ♪" "♪ There's gotta be a little rain sometime ♪" "♪ When you take You gotta give ♪" "♪ So live and let live ♪" "♪ Or let go oh oh oh oh ♪" "♪ I beg your pardon ♪" "♪ I never promised you a rose garden... ♪" " Jacob, jean skirt." " Pre-rolled, 5 bucks." "First one's free, so there's 2 for you." "$10?" "I'll give you a gram and a joint." "Right on, man." "Try my Dad's liquor, too." "First drink's a bit rough, but it goes down good after that." "5 bucks, that's 2 joints for you, my friend." " It's a'ight everybody, you know what I'm saying?" "We're having a minor technical challenge." "You know what I mean?" "In the meantime, y'all might want to get a bologna sandwich with my homeboy, Bubbles, over there." "He makes tight-ass bologna sandwiches too, dog." "But he only serving until 1 1 :30." "A'ight?" "Told you we'd be back!" "And my homeboy, Ricky, got some special treats for any of y'all who wanna get blunted out your mind." " Yeah, also, don't forget Ray's liquor and beer." "Free all night!" " We did it, Randy." " ♪ Share the good times... ♪" " Cheese is in the trap and the shit-rats are nibbling." "Jeez, I love you, Randy." " I love you too, Mr. Lahey." " ♪ I never promised you a rose garden ♪" "♪ Along with the sunshing ♪♪" " Jimmy!" " Hey, Julian." "How's it going?" "Making lots of money?" " Have a seat, man." " Thanks." "Before I forget to give this to you," "I'm giving that back." " That's all right." "You keep it in case you need it." " Are you sure?" " Absolutely." " Check this out, man." "Here." "Little bit of Ray's Liquor Sauce." " Ah, thanks Julian, but, uh, I'm not drinking tonight." " You're shitting me, right?" " No." " He took the bait." " No way." "I'm telling you right now, if he drinks that, he is gonna be fucked!" "It's perfect." " Ma'am, what can I get you?" " Two on whole wheat and drive the mustard to it, Bubbles." " Phil, there's people in front of you." "How many have you had already?" " What difference does it make?" "It's free anyway, right?" "Come on!" "Give me a couple of whole wheat" " Chill with demanding the bologna sandwiches, Phil." " I never had my supper." " I don't care!" "You've had about 9 sandwiches since you been here." "That counts as your supper." " What are you looking at?" "Huh?" " I'm having a sandwich." " What are you looking at?" " I'm having a sandwich." " Phil!" "You're scaring the customers." " A'ight, y'all." "You know what I'm saying?" "Fuck Randy's country playlist bullshit, you know what I mean?" "I ain't feeling that, dog." "So, I'm gonna turn tonight into the surprise record-release party for my brand-new joint, 2108." "Bounce with me now, you know what I'm saying?" "But first, just to get all y'all motherfuckers up in it," "I'm gettin' T to drop the "oldest-schoolest"" "Canadian hip-hop motherfucker up in it," "T, bust it, dog." " ♪♪ This jam is amplified ♪" "♪ So just glide ♪" "♪ And let your backbone slide... ♪♪" " Ah, boys, we can't have all these dicks getting in!" "Seriously!" "No more dicks!" " Hey, I'm on the guest list." " I'm sorry, Cyrus." "This is a private function." " Yeah?" "What the fuck name does that say?" "Cyrus." "Cyrus plus 2." "Say it!" " Cyrus plus 2." " Yeah." " Well, you can't come in." "No dicks tonight." " Fuck you!" "Five!" "Two!" "Sorry for your trouble." "Not here to cause any shit." " How did Fuck-rus the ass-dancer get in?" " He's on the guest list." "I don't know." " What?" " He's on the guest list." " How the fuck that happen?" " Don't worry about Cyrus." "Lahey's drinking." "The plan's working." " Look at the dancing." "It's a little over the top, even for dirty dancing, isn't it?" "Cyrus, can you please tone it the fuck down, please?" " Why don't you get out here and dirty dance too, Ricky?" "Unless you are scared?" " Are you thrusting at me?" " Listen, you stay out of it." " He's thrusting at me." "I gotta go out." "Lucy, I need you to do the dirtiest dance you've ever done." " Why?" " 'Cause Fuck-rus is here." "Hey, Cyrus." "Check this out." "♪ ♪ ♪" "All right, this is getting too greasy, Cyrus." " I don't give a fuck how greasy it is, Ricky." " We can out-dance you, but not like this." "Come on, we're going to the vip room, Lucy where you're not allowed." " When the fuck is that bologna coming out of the slicer?" " Shut it down." " Sorry, everybody." "I'm closed at 1 1 :30 as per my verbal contract." " Bullshit!" "Aw, what fuck?" " If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with Mr. Lahey." "I got partying to do." " Fuck!" "I want my money back, Bubbles." " Phil!" "Get your hands off me!" "Here!" "If you're that hungry, take a whole bologna log, take some bread, take some mustard, and then go fuck off, would ya?" " This my new joint right here, y'all. 2108." " Bubbles, let's dance!" " Know what I'm saying?" "Where them 808s at, dog?" "Uh, here we go." "Phil, you get your bologna on, dog?" "Peace!" "Uh-uh." "♪♪ I control purse strings ♪" "♪ My wallet's packed with greenbacks and bursting ♪" "♪ Next thing no dress rehearsing ♪" "♪ My joints go down smoother than drinks I'm nursing ♪" "♪ Worst thing The crowd ain't bouncing ♪" "♪ Even with my boasting I'm fly I'm announcing ♪" "♪ They responding Let me tell you ♪" "♪ He would hurt the feelings of a less-hard G ♪" "♪ I don't get it My lyrics are poetic ♪" "♪ My energy is frenetic, kinetic ♪" "♪ The vibe between me and T ♪" "♪ Stage set for something electric... ♪♪" " What's wrong?" " Something doesn't feel right." "Where's Randy?" " Who cares about Randy?" "Lahey is getting fucking wasted." "And don't worry about Cyrus, 'cause he's on probation." "We're golden here." " What's going on here?" "We got dicks, dicks!" "More dicks!" " You know what "a dick" means?" " Yeah." " I don't think so." "There's dicks all over." "Not just the guys." "There's women dicks in here too." "Now get rid of them!" "Get them out of here!" " All right, guys." "No dicks!" " My jams are up!" "My skills are up!" " We agreed!" " Randy, go on, bitch!" " You're supposed to play country music!" " Don't ruin tonight for me, dog!" " Country dirty dancing!" " That's it, bitch!" "You fucking ruined tonight for me, dog!" " Get off, Jamie!" " Randy!" " J-Roc!" "You leave Randy alone!" "Let me go, Mr. T!" " I told you!" "Don't call me Mr. T no more, man." " Randy!" " You ruined my night, bitch!" "Get up, bitch!" " Hey, I'm doing some good dirty dancing here!" "What the fuck kind of chump-change bologna-bullshit is this?" "And I'm hungry!" "The sign said "free food"." " Sorry about that, everybody." " Bologna sandwich or knuckle sandwich?" "You pick!" " I'm gonna get you some Kentucky Fried Chicken, Phil." "Randy, go and get some Kentucky" " You promised." "Now look at you!" " Two minutes of rest..." "and I'll be all right." "Don't forget to open the back door and meet me in the vip area, everybody." " You rest back here while I take care of business." "Quite frankly, sir, I'm a little disappointed." " Excuse me." "Thank you." "Where the fuck are you going, tugboat?" " Miss, save me some of that chicken please." "Phil, you should go home." "You're fucked!" " Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Back the fuck up, Brass-Knuckles!" "I don't think so." " Not here to cause trouble." "Just want my free dope." "'Cause I got my "babeses"." "Frankly, Julian, I always admired you, thought you were a pretty nice-looking guy and thought maybe we could have a beer sometime." "I'm not packing, Ricky." "I'm on probation." " I'm on probation too and I am packing." "And I'm drunk and on drugs." "We clear?" " Put that away." "He's not packing." " I'm on the guest list." "My "babeses" think you're kind of hot." "I do have an extra one, if you know what I'm saying." "Give me your brass knuckles." " All right." " Ricky, give him his free joint." "Smoke the joint, then you gotta get the fuck out, all right?" " Yeah, take the skanks with you." " It's cool, Jules." "Fuck off!" "I got some sitting' down to do." "Cyrus!" " I gotta get up." "Julian..." " This is really greasy." "It's time for us to go." " I can't right now." "I'm working!" " You have 10 minutes to wrap up the shit with Julian, and I'll be in the taxi." " Come on, babe!" "Things are just getting going." " See you there!" " Sarah!" "Baby!" "Fuck!" " Yeah." "Yes, hello." "This is retired officer, Jim Lahey." "I'm at the Blandford Recreational Centre." " I gotta get a drink." " I gotta go, guys." " You gotta go?" " What do you mean?" " Jacob, I need you working all night here." " I got to, guys." "I quit." " You quit?" "Jacob, I need you here, bud." " And I need fucking cigarettes." " Sarah needs me too." " Sarah fucking needs you?" "Huh?" " Hey, hey, hey!" "Julian, come on!" "Let him go." "A man's got to be good to his ladies." "Come on!" " Take your suit off and let me call the shots for a bit." "You're fucking overheating." " Something's not right here, Ricky." "I mean, Lahey's disappeared, and can't you feel the "fucky" cock "over-clinging" to the air?" "Grease-rus over there!" " Keep an eye on him." "He's not here just for dirty dancing." " Hey, Randers!" "Did you see Randy around?" "Back off." " How's the liquor sauce, sir?" " Fantastic!" "How's the dope coming, Randers?" " Better than ever!" " Look at all this money!" "Randy and Lahey are wasted." "Let's go now." "Holy fuck, he's greasy." " All right, time to go to work!" "I got bills to pay and to love to make." "Ladies, grab the dope." "Nobody get more stupider!" " "More stupider"?" " Shut the fuck up, freak-eyes!" " Cyrus, we're all buddies here!" " Put down your gun!" " You put down your gun!" " Put down the chicken and release the dope!" " Leave the chicken and the dope!" " Cyrus, put down your gun!" " That is my dope and I want it back." " Hold up there, everybody!" " Jesus!" " That's all right, Bojangles." "I'm in complete control." " Oh yeah?" " Gentlemen... we've had some shitty days together." "We've had some magnificent days." "Some shitty and magnificent." "But guess what day tonight is?" " Your drunkest night of all times, I'm thinking." " It's magnificent!" "Julian..." "It's a shitty shame for someone so unfairly handsome as thyself to fall for such a sexy trick." " Put your weapons down, now!" " These aren't our guns." "This is not our dope." " Now!" " It's somebody else's." "I'm working the vip room." "We confiscated this shit." "We get high, we'll talk this out." "It's all good." "No pro" "You--you--you-- You fucking" " You--you-- you fucking lose, Rickles." "Guess what?" "This was all my plan from the start." "Sam, dirty dancing." "I mixed up this dirty crock of shit and then I put it on the stove." "And you, Cyrus, you violated the terms of your probation, consorting with the "shitiots"." " Well, you're fucking dead, Lahey." " Yeah?" "Well, you..." " Aw!" " That guy right there!" "That's Ray." "He's responsible for all the liquor in the joint." " Oh, no!" "He didn't do a fucking thing." "That's not" "Don't you kiss me!" "Don't kiss me!" " Mmm!" " Don't kiss me!" " Wait a sec!" "I forgot." "Julian..." " Don't you fucking kiss me!" " I wouldn't kiss you." "I respect you too much, Julian." " I'm gonna get you for this, Jim." " Listen, would you like a little drinky-poo?" "Here's to your good health, Julian, and the..." " Jim!" " Everybody, say goodnight to the bad guys!" "Take 'em away, guys." "Hey, Bubbs!" "Yes, bud." "You're coming with us." " Hey, fuck off!" "This is horse-shit!" "All I did was make bologna sandwiches!" " Don't get in the car, boys!" "I'm refusing this arrest under Canada's laws of evolution of people!" "You son of a bitch." "You think you're so smart." "When I get out of jail I'll be smarter than you." "I'll bulldoze your trailer down!" "Wipe that snug look off your face!" " Snug, Ricky?" " Give it up!" "We've lost." "You're embarrassing me." " If I'm going downtown, I need to piss now or I got to stop for a piss." "I need to go through a drive-through and get some food!" "I'm starving!" "You hungry, Dad?" " Fuck, stop!" "I'm starved, Rick!" " What do you feel like?" " I want Chinese." " I can't do Chinese." "Burgers or pizza, but no Chinese, man." " Then we'll go for pizza." " We'll stop for food, all right?" "Jesus!" " Burgers, Dad?" " OK, burgers is good, if that's what you want." " Where's a good place with a bathroom?" "I gotta piss bad." "I'm in here for gun offenses and common bootlegging, boys." "Nice." "Hope you're proud of yourself." " I was busted for being Ray's liquor man down at the dump." "My first bootlegging charge." "Common bootlegging!" "Not proud of it." "Thanks, Ray." " They busted me for liquor." "It's all I know how to do and they throw me in jail for being myself?" "It ain't right." "What are you looking at, Cyrus?" " A bootlegger." "And a stupid fucking one at that." " Guess what?" "When I get out, ou're gonna fucking pay." "You're gonna fucking pay, Lahey!" " Yeah!" "You are gonna fucking pay, Lahey, like I was saying." " Yeah, fucking wait, man." " Yeah." " I got this, all right?" "I'm dealing with Lahey and Randy, not you guys." "It's our fucking camera crew." " Boys, chill out or we're gonna get thrown in the hole." " Go have a fucking shower, Sam." "You stink!" " People take too many showers, Ricky." " Oh yeah." "I'd say Lahey's sweating now." "Hope you're ready... because the countdown is on, Lahey, and I'm coming to get you, buddy." "Motherfucker." " We don't want to be filmed "anymores"." "I'm serious." "No "mores"." "You knew what was going on and you didn't fucking "warnt" us?" "Fuck off!" "Now get out of here!" "Oh!" "Did I hurt your precious little camera?" " Look out!" " Somebody give me a fucking hand over here!" "All you had to do was give us a little "warnting"!" " I'm pulling this bitch's hair, Ricky!" " Give it to him, Bubbles!" " Got him!" "Bubbles, you gotta grab him!" " Yeah!" "Yeah!" " All right, we're done." "We're done." " Yeah." "Rain came and washed all the shit away, Rosy-Rand." "Ah!" "Smells good, bud." "Real good." "We did 'er." "We cleaned up the park." "Welcome to Lahey's Trailer Haven." "You know, shit moves in circles." "360º shit circles." "When the shit comes around again," "I'll be ready, Julian." "♪♪ I beg your pardon ♪" "♪ I never promised you a rose garden ♪" "♪ I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon ♪" "♪ But if that's what it takes to hold you ♪" "♪ I'd just as soon let you go ♪" "♪ But there's one thing I want you to know ♪" "♪ You better look before you leap ♪" "♪ Still waters run deep ♪" "♪ And there won't always be someone there ♪" "♪ To pull you out ♪" "♪ And you know what I'm talking about ♪" "♪ So smile for a while ♪" "♪ And let's be jolly ♪" "♪ Love shouldn't be so melancholy ♪" "♪ Come along and share the good times ♪" "♪ While we can ♪" "♪ I beg your pardon ♪" "♪ I never promised you a rose garden ♪" "♪ Along with the sunshine ♪" "♪ There's gotta be a little rain sometime ♪♪"