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t was a good ride

...instead of complaining about our jobs.

fucking mcdonalds

- Exactly, yeah. That's it. - That's what we're hoping.

Step inside. Dreams do come true.

- Great, Dale. - Let's roll.

Look at that little chubby face.

No, of course not. Oh, my gosh. I'm sure it was just his first reaction.

You understand? You got 24 hours before he dead.

- And maybe he could jump in for me... - Absolutely.

That's the whole idea.

- Do I look tired to you? - You don't. No.

Bert's car goes underground, right?

I mean, she's so free. She's so eloquent with her body.

- Don't get him going on this. - What do I collect?

I don't want you to thank me. Just go home and enjoy your family.

- Nick shot that down, if you remember. - Yeah. It wasn't a good idea.

No one has to die.

I guess we follow your idea and we get out of here.

You saying nothing can be done?

- Oh, boy. - Man, I feel terrible for that guy.

I gotta get going. Gotta wait to be saved at the warehouse by the cops. See you.

And then what did you say?

- There he is. - Okay. Shh.

That was so much fun.

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They told me if you call the police, they'd kill me.

I'm just saying that maybe you guys might want a little advice.

- You guys are so noisy. Let's go. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh. Please, it's the least I can do to make amends for my bad behavior.

Anyway, as an added bonus, I will also own your patent...

Do you see this? This is Jimi Hendrix's actual guitar.

...is the only one that ever resisted her.

...guy who saved my life...

- I see every letter. - He does have Klan eyes.

- Do you really? - Yeah.

But, I don't know, I think running your own company into the ground...

- We open up their brains and shove them... - Then we fuck the skulls!

I gotta get that phone back. So many dick pics.

- Plan B's got a credit card in it? - Come on.

How's it going?

Why take a few of his millions...

Okay, I'm just gonna wash my hands.

- So it's not super douchey and shit. - It's not all molesty and shit.

I thought there was supposed to be some sweet-ass...

...where the kidnappers weren't dead or incarcerated at the end.

- Sorry. - Yeah. I can respect that.

Lots and lots of coma boners.

Holy shit. He's Fight Clubbing himself. We got a Fight Clubber.

Oh, boy. If this is safe in here, I'd love to shake this out and share it.

Most things are.

Help me help you get revenge on my asshole dad...

I could pump it manually.

Found this gentleman loitering out in your hall.

I got it. I got it. I got it.

And one day, you will pass on...

It's been touch-and-go, but you're gonna be fine.

Oh, shit. Cops.

- I'm not sick. Please. Can I just...? - Do not follow me. Do not follow me.

...and string him up by his pretty little neck...

- God! - Rex? Rex? Where are you?

I'm sure that we can accommodate you, Mr. Jones.

You're what's wrong with America. Everyone just wants a handout.

His dad sold him out for... It was probably nothing to him.

Dude, I'm trying. My dad is being a total dick about the money.

- We did it. We're at 100,000. - We did it?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Why were you born? Why were the three of you born?

Dale, uh, had just gotten back from one of those self-service car washes...

- Five million. - Five. Right.

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Are we happy with these numbers?

I can't believe she's fucking doing that. - She's not going in deep enough.

You need them to get inside, so we don't leave fingerprints.

- You like fucking samurais? - Samurais? Sure.

I was wrong. That idea sucks, the movie sucks and so do you.

- Cancel what? - Cancel the order.

You can't have this one. It's the prototype. But we're looking for partners.

Drop your fucking guns.

Oh, my God. Do you know what this looks like?

Go, go. Car. Car.

We can't get our fingers out of our asses. Fuck that.

- Get on the ground. - We're getting down.

- Here we go. Okay. All right. Ahem. - Right, okay.

Come on. Hurry it up. Hurry it up. Come on.

I do not need that sass-mouth. What I need

Let's use our phones. They make a record of everything that we say and do.

The gas. Is this the gas?

- That was a sinister giggle. - You said it with a sinister giggle.

Me sucking dickni ger

Cheaper than I could have gotten them from the Chinese.

Fuck you! I love Sandra Bullock! I'm running hot.

- No, he's wrong. It is official. - I wanted the Shower Daddy.

- Let's do it. Let's do it in the shower. - Attaboy.

Don't worry, guys- I'll take it from here.

Y'all criminals.

...it's another brutal Monday out there traffic-wise.

I've come around to the whole fence thing.

Tight little spandex offering a clear little

And I admire the way he bent you three idiots

Where do we get untraceable phones?

If we bring that down to $300, you've got...

For real? - Swear to God.

You are all a product of generations of ball-less men...

Hi, Blanston. - Hi.

You're the Shower Buddy guys?

Mr. Hanson is my father. It's Rex.

Cannot believe we never said it out loud before.

I'm sorry. This is so fucking embarrassing.

- Oh, shit, sorry. - Shh! It's okay.

[train whistling]

You need a ride?

- Come on. - Come on.

- That's ridiculous. - Right?

I'm about to call the cops when I think, Hold up a sec.

Come on. Let's not argue, okay? We came up with an awesome plan.

You drop your guns or I'll blow his fucking head off. You hear me? Move.

All right, tactical command, red team.

- Southern, not old prospector. - I thought that was pretty good.

- What? He's right outside. - Shh.

That's a good point.

We're not in the fucking past. We're in the goddamn present. And you guys...

- You're in charge of marker distribution. - I know I'm the marker guy.

They're pretty good.

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You're Jane Fonda.

- Mr. Rex. - Oh, shit.

What the fuck is that? What did we do? We kidnap him while we're high on nitrous?

- Let them play another ten minutes, maybe. - I say we let them play through lunch.

You had a lot of bad ideas though that led to good ideas. And THATis value.

Okay, good. Go get the doctor because I'm feeling a little...

- How'd you do? - I did great.

- Hey, we're boxed in here. - Not for long.

...the drop might go south, and that guy would kill y'all.

- No, no, no. You're face. - I'm puss.

- Nope. We did not. - We did not.