This is a party for grownups. Let's fucking go.

Makes no sense. This kid's younger than we are.

THOMAS: How the hell did they get up there? - Move it, fellas.

- You too, get out of here. - That's my boy. That's my boy.

See, the kid's a pro. We got nothing to worry about.

Dude, you heard Rob, man. What if he calls the cops?

The guy isn't gonna do shit. He punched a 12-year-old in the face.

Thomas, everything's under control. Let's just have some fun.

I got this, okay?

Cannonball, bitches!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(ANIMAL COLLECTIVE'S "MY GIRLS" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(COSTA SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

I don't care for fancy things

Or to take part in the vicious race

This is the Thomas Kub pool cam.

Dude, check it out. Check it out.

COSTA: Whoa, whoa, whoa, read the sign, honey.

Sorry, I don't make the rules.

(OVER SPEAKERS) Ra y-Ban vision, these ain't no prescription