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but Jess and I were freshman year roommates,
We didn't want to kill him.
You know what? I'm gonna untie you guys now.
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so you're gonna have to share with Pippa.
Get your hands against the wall.
You should see our panic room.
- Nope. - It happened.
What?
- Bathroom is next-door! - Cannot believe!
What, are you flirting with me?
There you go.
- I don't want to talk about it. - It's sad.
Bugger! It's playing an advert for toilet tissue.
Check. Just, anyone, a check.
- Lot of people looking for him. - Oh, my God. What?
Freeze!
We're starting a garage band. Do you guys play bass?
That's funny on several levels,
- I'm gonna be sick. - No, no, no.
Okay. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think we should do the human friendtipede.
What?
No. No.
so let's stop wasting our motherfucking time
- What? No. No, no, no, no. - Stop. No, wait. Stop, please.
It would mean...
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You're literally cuckoo.
Those don't work.
New plan. You're gonna watch each other die,
Just calling again. Okay. Oh, man.
Shit. Frankie?
Do you have a job?
Jess, it's Peter.
We got to get rid of him.
Why are we moving the dead stripper?
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the time that we got drunk
Okay.
Party clown is the reality.
- So tired, you know? - Understood.
- Yeah. - Peter, that's it. Just take a sip.
I have Australian dollars.
Yes!
My number one boss bitch!
- Thank you, Officer. - I almost shot you.
You know, the DVD or the...
- Let me see his dick real quick. - Good call.
Him? He's fine. You're okay, right, bud?
Again?
I definitely do.
I tell you what, I'm gonna let you do all that,
It's good to know. Thanks.
It's all over, just like that.
That was, like, for Jess.
Shit.
Mummy Hubbard's here.
- Oh, God. - Oh, fuck.
It's pretty classic.
I mean, I've been so overworked...
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N, M, L, K, J, I, H, G, F, E, D, C, B, A.
No, no, no. This is...
We got it all.
Like Matt Dillon in Crash.
- But... - Kiwi.
And you know what? I know that I'm a lot.
She's right. You know what,
Peter is not jealous of you.
Okay.
Where's it coming from?
on an excursion in the desert, and I died.
No, she didn't.
- Hey... - Oh, not bad.
or, like, a tourist visa or, like, illegally?
- Jesus. Come on, Ma. - I'm sick and tired of this shit.
Like, "Back off."
You guys, I don't want a stripper.
- Thank God. - Thank God.
- Of course we have to. - Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So sorry.
The foam party!
That woman is so mean. She yells at me all the time.
Let's get to the beans, let's get to the beans.
- Yeah! - Yeah.
Does anyone have cash for a tip?
And I'm sorry about Peter, okay?
Are you kidding me?
I want to buy some meth.
- I can't do it. It's too much pressure. - What?
Tell me, what are you tasting?
Must.
- I miss you. - I miss you, too.
Point me in his direction.
so I can at least look cute for my mug shot.
So, not only do we not have to go to jail, but we got a sick coupon
- Stop. - Did a little coke at your bachelorette.
I'm like, "No, I'm just fucking touching myself."
And then, finally, she admits it.
We won the talent show freshman year with this little routine.
- Thank God. - Well, that's not bad.
That's an American bit.
You've been fine.
Wait, so, Blair, so there's no footage?
I can't with any of this anymore.
- Oh, my God. - I'll look it up on YouTube!
- For you. - Thank you so much.
Oh, my God!
- What is wrong with you? - Are you kidding me?
- Sorry. - Dude.
and then we'll put him back before we call the cops. Yeah?
Aye aye, Captain.
I don't have time for this.
Well, yeah, but if we just, like, explain the situation...
Well, we just... We have to get the body out of sight, that's all.
Okay.
Okay. That's it. None of them are picking up.
- I'll get it. - There we go.