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(dull roaring) (crackling)

(birds chirping)

- Oh, oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Okay, I'm up.

Okay.

Oh.

Okie dokie.

Oh, okay.

Okay, I love you too.

I love you, too.

Thank you, thank you.

You are such a good dog.

(groaning)

What's up?

You wanna go?

Coffee time?

Yeah, it's coffee time.

(somber music)

(birds chirping)

(somber music)

(mumbling)

Watch my glasses, watch my glasses.

Oh, I don't wanna leave you.

I don't want leave you, too.

Be good.

(background chatter)

- [Voiceover] Friday, 3:45 p.m.

(beeping)

- [Voiceover] Hey, amigo, I need you

to hold down the fort for me.

I gotta be at this conference for a couple more days.

Also, I need you to go ahead and come in tomorrow

to finish up that report.

Have it on my desk by Monday.

Thanks, brah.

- [Voiceover] End of messages.

(upbeat music)

(pleasurable groaning)

(upbeat rock music)

(squeaking)

- [Simon] Who's that, Amy?

Oh!

(mumbling)

- [Woman] Pretty dog.

(dramatic music)

(muffled conversation)

- [Voiceover] What do you mean, it's blocked off?

By how much?

(muffled rock music)

You can't do this to me right now.

Oh, shit.

God dammit, man, I am so...

(crashing)

(vibrating)

(muffled rock music)

- Hey man.

- [Man In Robe] What's going on?

- Not a whole lot, everything cool with you?

- [Man In Robe] Just jonesin' bullshit.

- Same old bullshit?

- [Man In Robe] Yep, same old shit.

(mumbling)

Oh, fuck.

- Hey man, uh,

don't forget about this month's rent.

- I thought we already paid that.

- I paid last month's.

And last week, I had to take Amy to the vet.

I don't know if you noticed.

(laughing)

- Oh, shit. (laughs)

Yeah, it's just a pain in the ass to deal with dogs, man.

- Yeah, well, it's--

- [Man In Robe] Whatever.

- What I'm trying to say, dude, is--

(groaning)

I'm not gonna--

- [Man In Robe] What?

- I'm not gonna have enough dough

to, to cover us both this month.

- [Man In Robe] Okay, just, you know,

just remind me about it in the morning.

- Matt.

- [Matt] (groaning) What dude?

- Just let me know if you're not gonna have it,

right now, I mean-- - [Matt] Oh god.

Look, I'll get the fuckin' rent money, okay?

It's not a big deal.

- It is a big deal, this is where we live.

- [Matt] It's not a big deal.

I'll figure it out, alright?

Don't worry about it.

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

- [Voiceover] Please leave me a message

and I'll call you back.

Thank you, bye.

(beeping)

- [Simon] Hey, this is, uh,

well, you know who it is.

Anyways, I just got here, and, yeah.

Um, can't wait to see you.

Alright?

Bye.

(phone ringing)

- [Voiceover] Please leave me a message.

- [Simon] Hey, uh, I thought I missed your call.

We can, you know, reschedule.

Um, not upset.

I just hope everything's okay with you.

(phone ringing)

- [Voiceover] The mailbox is full

and cannot accept any messages at this time.

Goodbye.

(somber music)

(heavy breathing)

(snoring)

- [Voiceover] For sure.

- [Voiceover] You know, honey, you've invited me

to dinner so many times in the last couple of months,

it's almost like we're married already.

- [Voiceover] I wish we were, darling.

It's been a long year.

- [Voiceover] For both of us.

- Oh, wow, wow, you really love me.

You really love me.

Oh, wow, okay.

Oh. (laughing)

Give me a kiss, give me a kiss.

There we go.

Such a good pup.

(serene music)

(dramatic music)

- [Voiceover] I'm beautiful because I exist.

I am one with the world.

I am whole and complete.

Smiling changes reality.

(groaning)

- [Matt] Fuck you, man.

- [Man In Black Sweater] Did you piss your fuckin' pants?

- No, I didn't piss my--

- [Man In Black Sweater] Are you a pisser?

- I've been at the fucking gym, man,

I've been working out.

- [Man In Black Sweater] You've been at the gym

when you should have been getting my money.

- [Matt] Don't hit my face, dude.

Don't hit my face!

Fuck, man, alright!

- [Man In Black Sweater] You've got three days,

and I'm taking your guitar.

- Take my fucking guitar, man.

Come on, dude.

- [Man In Black Sweater] Fine, I'm taking

your fucking dog instead.

- You can have the fucking dog, that's fine.

Do you need the leash?

I can get you the leash if you need it.

- [Man In Black Sweater] Three days.

Give me that money, or I'm killing you and this dog.

- Well, I fucking killed your mom's pussy last night.

What do you think about that?

Goddammit!

- [Man In Black Sweater] have a good weekend, Matt.

- Fuck you guys, man.

Get the fuck outta my house.

Fuck you bitches up.

- [Man In Black Sweater] Good dog, that's a good dog.

- Fuck.

- [Voiceover] My question is, how do you find the balance

to where sometimes you give too much attention,

and you feel like you're smothering,

and if you don't, then you go to, like,

not giving nothing to them at all?

- [Voiceover] Yeah, I got an answer for that one, Greg.

Ask her what she wants.

- [Voiceover] Should appreciate

the fact that they're honest,

and relationships grow as people grow,

likely delusional, seasons change.

Make sure that you are aware of the changes,

not only in the other person, but within yourself,

and you effectively communicate things,

then you won't wake up in the midst of a nightmare.

- [Simon] Amy, come here girl. (whistles)

Come here!

- [Voiceover] Or should I put my foot down?

- [Simon] Where the hell is my dog, man?

What's going on?

(gasps)

- [Voiceover] Love is the only answer.

- [Simon] Come on, come on.

What's going on?

- [Voiceover] Supposing Glenn never

gets over wearing girl's clothing?

- [Voiceover] Would it matter to you very much?

- [Simon] What the hell is this?

- [Voiceover] I love Glenn.

I'll do everything I can to make him happy.

(Simon whispering)

(sighs) (somber music playing on TV)

- [Simon] 10 fucking thousand dollars?

- Look, everything's gonna be fine, alright?

- Three days, what the fuck are we,

what we are gonna do, man?

- [Matt] Ah, man, I'll figure it out, alright?

- Who the fuck has my dog?

- Butch.

- Bitch?

- Butch!

- Why did you go to him for money, man?

- Look man, on my last fucking album, alright,

I took out a loan.

I thought that was gonna be the one to pop,

and it didn't, alright?

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna talk to Blill.

I'm gonna see if Blill can--

- [Simon] Bill?

- Blill.

B-L-I-L-L.

I don't know why the fuck his parents

put that goddamn L there, but they did.

I'm gonna have him call Butch, man,

see if he can buy us some more time.

- Why the fuck did they take my dog?

- Look, it doesn't fucking matter.

I wrote a new song and I really think

that this is gonna be the one to fucking do it.

Okay?

I think it's gonna be big, man.

Alright?

Check this shit out.

Check it out.

(strumming guitar)

That's the beginning.

(poorly played acoustic guitar music)

That's like the verse part.

Then it goes to this chroma, chromatic thing.

Like a, (plays guitar chord).

It's like the break.

I think it's pretty--

- You got us both fucking killed, man.

Congradu-fucking-lations, man.

- Butch is a fucking pussy, man.

He's not gonna do shit.

Alright?

Simon.

Come on, man.

Look, I know it's in your nature to be a total bitch

at all times, about everything,

just completely fucking lame all the time,

total drag to hang out with.

I don't know how you wake up every day and do it.

By do it, I mean being you.

Don't know how you do it.

I couldn't do it.

But this one time, I just want you

to pretend you're somebody else,

pretend you're successful,

pretend you have balls,

pretend you're not a total fucking pussy

and just be cool and trust me on this.

Alright?

(Skype ringing)

- Matt, can you hear me?

- Huh?

Blill, Blill.

- Hello?

Hey, what's up man?

- Blill, listen dude,

here's the deal. (Simon mumbling)

Yeah, it's him, hold on.

I owe Butch $10,000.

He's giving us three days or he's gonna fucking kill me.

Alright, I need you to call him

and just give me a couple of more weeks.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down, man.

- He has Simon's dog.

You remember Simon, my roommate.

- Yeah, I ate a dog yesterday.

I'm in Thailand, brother, I'm on vacation.

What are you bothering me for?

- I just need you to make a phone call.

(Blill laughing)

Can you ju-st call him for me, please?

Just pick up the fucking phone and call?

- [Blill] This is your own bullshit, man.

- What do you want?

- Do you even own a copy of my book?

You know I've been busting my hump

trying to sell a fuckin' book.

- [Matt] I didn't even know you wrote a fucking book, man.

- What the fuck?

You don't know about my fucking book?

- [Matt] I'll buy your goddamn book, alright?

- [Blill] Why do you even owe him $10,000?

- [Matt] I'll buy your fucking book.

- That's fuckin' nothin', man.

Why don't you go knock off a corner store

and get that money?

What the fuck?

That's bullshit money, $10,000?

He's not gonna kill you over $10,000.

He'll cut your face off, but--

- Okay, well, I'd prefer that not to happen, either,

so that's why I--

- Yeah, I prefer that not to,

oh yeah, I'll just call Blill Masturbson,

get him to call Butch, sort it all out.

Then, I don't have to owe him 10 grand,

get my dog back,

everything will be fucking willy-nilly, fuckin' fine.

And I don't have to worry

about shit for the rest of my life,

do whatever the fuck I want, no consequences?

- Sounds great. - [Blill] Is that what it is?

- Sounds great, you think you can do that?

- Yeah, man, no problem.

What are friends for?

(toilet flushing)

- [Matt] Oh.

The fuck are you doing, dude?

Are you spying on me?

- What's the plan?

- What do you mean, what's the plan?

- What are we gonna do?

- Blill's gonna take care of it.

He's gonna call him.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- [Simon] Blill?

- Yeah.

He's a stand-up guy, dude.

- He gives you one-- - [Matt] It'll be fine.

- Maybe two days.

What then, man?

- I'll figure something out, alright?

Chill the fuck out.

- [Simon] How are we gonna get this money?

- I don't know.

What...

- [Simon] Call your parents, man.

- No.

Absolutely not, absolutely not.

I've gone in that well too many fucking times.

When do you get paid again, man?

- I just got paid last week, man.

- [Matt] Do you got any money left?

- It went to rent.

- [Matt] Fuck.

- Which you still owe me.

- You still got those guns?

- No, no man.

- Come on, man, it's easy money.

- No, we're not doing that.

- I don't have time for this shit.

- [Simon] I just want my fucking dog, man.

- [Matt] I'm getting the fuck outta here, man.

I got a gig tonight.

- No, bullshit.

You're fuckin' staying here.

We're figuring this out.

- What the fuck do you want me to do,

just sit here-- - [Simon] You're not

going anywhere. - [Matt] And pout like

a little bitch all night?

Jesus christ, man, you act like this is the first time.

- He's going to kill you. - [Matt] I told you.

- Everything, he's not gonna fucking kill me, alright?

Chill the fuck out, man, you're way too tense.

- Get that shit away from me, man.

- Quit being so fuckin'--

- Put it out, man.

Why don't you get fuckin' serious,

for once in your fuckin' life?

- Alright, alright, alright.

Alright, look.

He's a pussy, all he does is talk shit.

He's not gonna do anything.

Look, chill out, everything's gonna be fine, alright?

Just come to my gig tonight, man.

Just come hang out, just let loose a little bit,

and we'll figure this shit out in the morning, okay?

Everything will be fine.

What do you say?

(groaning)

That was fuckin' nice.

That was good.

Alright, okay.

I'm not worried about where I'm gonna get $5,000.

(muffled rock music)

Fuckin' think about that shit, huh?

What, are you funny, fucker?

(mumbling)

I'm just dodging shit.

Boom!

Let's do this shit.

Got this.

You're fucking dead.

He's gonna fucking kill you.

Oh.

(heavy breathing)

Jesus christ.

(mumbling)

(banging)

(dramatic rock music) (muffled background chatter)

(vibrating)

- [Simon] Fucker can't do shit for himself.

- Well, you know, he just takes advantage of you

'cause he knows you're a little bitch.

- Yeah, I know.

- Hey, what's that guy's name again?

- He's your fuckin' friend, dude.

- [Matt] Is it Louis?

Is that his name?

- [Simon] Hey, what's up, man?

- [Louis] What's up man?

- What's up, man, Louis, right?

- [Louis] Yes, hey, Matt.

- Hey, cool, man, how you been, dude?

- [Louis] Nice to meet you, man.

- Good to see you. - [Louis] Pretty awesome.

I fuckin' love your music, dude.

- [Matt] Oh, really?

Thank you.

- Sounds like a younger

Tony Orlando.

- [Matt] Oh yeah. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- [Matt] Tony Orlando.

- Tony Orlando, yeah.

- [Matt] I'll fuckin' take that.

- What the fuck?

- You don't know who Tony Orlando is?

- [Louis] He's fuckin' awesome.

- What the fuck are you talking about, dude?

That's cool man.

I'm not there yet.

I'm a big deal around here, I'm not gonna lie.

Like, pretty much, you gotta admit, dude,

everybody knows who I am.

- [Louis] Mmhmm.

- I'm definitely, like, I'm a big deal for sure.

Like, most people would know me in,

like, my little radius that I go in.

- Fucking cool.

- So yeah, it's really cool, man.

- So, what are you guys gonna do after this?

I know you guys--

- I don't know, dude, I'm fuckin' up for anything.

I'm off work, tired--

- Dude, the fuck are you talking about, man?

- What do you mean, no?

What are you talking about?

- We gotta get back, man.

We have a lot of shit goin' on, man.

Yeah, we can't.

- [Matt] Right, right, whatever.

- [Simon] Fuck, dude.

- You guys into girls?

- Fuck yeah, I'm into girls, man.

Are you kidding me?

- This guy is only into girls

that has dick between their legs.

(all groaning)

- That's fuckin', cool, man,

me too! - [Matt] It is fuckin' cool.

- It's like, you know the dick's there,

but you don't see it or touch it.

- [Louis] I like that, too.

- [Matt] It's not bad, is it?

- [Louis] Yeah, man, come on, man.

- [Matt] It's not that bad.

- I know a place--

- No, no, no. - [Matt] Really?

It's a rub and tug joint, dude.

- No, man, we can't do that.

- Fuck yeah, man, that sounds awesome.

- Come on, man, come on.

- I'm down, man.

Come on, man, it'll be like an hour tops, man.

Come on.

- [Louis] I'm talkin' about naked girls, slutty ones.

- [Matt] Fuck yeah, man.

- And has big racks.

- [Matt] I say we go, dude.

- We can't.

- [Louis] You should go, man.

- [Matt] Come on, man. - We can't.

No.

- [Matt] Fuck, dude.

- [Simon] No.

- [Matt] I know how we can get this fucker out.

Tell him,

tell him there's gonna be some brown eye there.

- [Louis] The fuck you talkin' about, brown eyes?

- Fuck yeah, some brown eye.

Mother fucker loves--

- Like this?

- [Matt] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

(laughing)

Like this.

- Hey, man!

- Oh my god.

You guys talking about the buttholes.

- Buttholes, man!

I love buttholes, man!

- Come on, man, come on.

- [Matt] Who doesn't like a little

butthole from time to time?

You down?

- [Simon] Alright.

Alright man, let's do it.

- [Matt] Let's get the fuck outta here.

Buttholes, man.

- [Louis] Yeah, let's go, let's go.

- We kinda missed each other on that,

but that's cool.

Alright, let's fuckin' party.

- Right on, get partied.

- [Matt] Fuck, man.

- So, where are the girls?

- [Louis] Don't worry, they will be here.

- [Simon] You're not gonna try

to rape us or anything crazy?

- Fuck, man, I'm not gonna try to rape you.

- [Matt] You better not have fuckin' brought us here

'cause you're gonna kill us, dude.

- What?

- [Matt] Yeah, I'll fuck you up.

- [Louis] Okay, I were never ever gonna do that, okay?

- [Matt] Yeah, you better not try to rape me, either, dude.

- Fucking disgusting.

I would never rape you guys.

I am not gay, why I need to rape you?

- [Matt] Why wouldn't you?

I'm a perfect 10. - [Simon] Louis.

- [Simon] Where are the girls, man?

- [Matt] I'm hotter than shit.

- They will be here, okay?

- [Matt] No, you drink this shit first.

- [Simon] I think you're just trying to get us drunk

so you can rape us.

- Yeah, there's no fucking girls, man.

Gah...

- I'm not fucking gay.

I'm not gonna rape anybody.

Here, take this shot.

(dramatic music)

- Oh yeah, ooh, what do we got here?

Oh...

Oh, Simon, you're fuckin' missing out, man.

These chicks are fuckin' crazy, man.

What are you, fuckin' pussy ass mama's boy.

What are you doin'?

What the fuck?

- Come on, Matt, enjoy it.

- I was until he hit me in the, hit with a fuckin' dildo.

(coughing) It's fucking amazing.

- [Louis] Mama.

- Ugh, I'm done.

Simon doesn't respect me.

Louis doesn't respect me.

My parents don't respect me.

My brother doesn't respect me.

Everybody at work, nobody fucking respects me.

You know,

my therapist, she says,

"You give respect, you get respect."

All the fuck I do is give respect.

I respect everybody I fuckin' see.

I even fucking respect people I've never even met.

I'm not racist.

I'm not prejudice.

I'm selfless.

I just don't get it.

You know, I'm an artist, man.

Alright?

Dude, I just fuckin' realized that.

I'm a centric, okay?

I fuckin' wear weird shit.

I say weird things from time to time, alright?

It's a fucking art, you know?

Nobody takes me seriously,

you know, like a fucking joke.

(music pounding from next room)

Man, Louis, thank you for tonight.

Dude, this is fuckin' awesome.

- [Louis] No problem, man.

That's how I fuckin' roll every night.

- [Matt] Shut the fuck up, man.

What you mean that's how you roll every night?

- [Louis] What?

I'm fuckin' serious.

- [Matt] You tell me that you blow all that fuckin' money

on bitches and drugs, every night?

- I'm fuckin' gangster.

(laughing)

- [Matt] What, you're not fucking a gangster.

What's this guy talking about?

- Fuck yeah, I mean, my parents have stolen goods,

so that's why I ...

They give me all the money, you know?

- [Matt] It must be nice, yeah not to do shit.

Hey, you got a lighter, man?

- [Voiceover] Jack, you're almost there.

- Yeah.

Hey, look, I'm fucking starving.

Are you guys hungry? - [Simon] Hypnotik.

- [Matt] I guess I could eat.

- [Louis] You could drive?

- [Matt] Yeah, I could drive.

I said are you sure?

- [Simon] Just fuckin' look forward, dude.

- [Matt] Is my seatbelt on?

- [Simon] Yes, man.

(snoring)

- [Matt] Oh, yeah.

Ugh, shit.

- The kid's passed out, man.

- [Matt] Yeah, he's fuckin' shit-faced, man.

The fucker knows how to party.

Have you thought any more about

what I was talkin' about earlier?

- No, I didn't.

- [Matt] Why not?

- 'Cause it's a ridiculous idea.

- Why is it ridiculous?

- It's like being in a pile of shit, Matt,

and then wanting to step into another pile.

It doesn't make sense, man.

- What?

- [Simon] God dammit Matt, I mean fuck!

- Hey, hey.

Chill out.

Chill out.

Just fuckin' with you.

(blows raspberry)

Look man, I really think we should--

- Shut the fuck up, man.

I don't wanna hear about that shit anymore.

It's not a fuckin' option.

How many times do I have to tell you?

- Dude, what's the fuckin' worst that could happen?

- There's a shitload that could happen.

There has to be a better option.

Come on, just fuckin' think.

Use your head for once.

Shit, dude!

- Okay, this is something I thought up earlier:

Louis.

- What about him?

- We kidnap him.

- [Simon] Do you really think

that fuckin' money talk is all real?

- Fuck yeah it's real, are you kidding me?

That guy's loaded.

- No.

Why would he be staying at that shitty motel, huh?

- I don't know.

Maybe he likes banging whores in shitty motels.

That's how I would do it.

- [Simon] Maybe he's fuckin' broke.

- He's not broke, dude.

- [Matt] Why would he be spending

all the fuckin' money on us if he was broke?

- He's fuckin' lonely, Matt.

He just wants to be your friend.

- Oh, isn't that fuckin' sweet

and sentimental of you, Simon.

You know, I don't know how the fuck

to be lonely and rich at the same god damn time.

- I don't know, man.

How would we do it then?

- All we gotta do is fuckin' drive him to the house,

dig through his phone, find his parent's contact,

call the fuckers and say,

"Hey, we got your son."

- And then they trace the fuckin' call

and then it's game over.

- What the fuck, they're in China, dude.

They're not goin' to trace the phone.

What are you talkin' about?

This isn't some fuckin' shitty episode of Law and Order.

For all I know, some drunks took his phone,

and prank called random numbers.

- I don't know, man.

- [Matt] Dude, trust me on this one, man.

- [Simon] I don't know.

- Dude, trust me.

Think about it, dude.

You got some kid living over here,

halfway across the fuckin' world, alright?

He's got no job.

He's droppin' a couple thousand dollars, at least,

every fuckin' night.

Where do you think that money's comin' from?

Think it's just fallin' outta the fuckin' sky?

- You're fuckin' sick, man.

Seriously, you got a fucked up mind.

- You got a fucked up mind.

Man, I'm just tryin' to get us outta this mess.

- [Simon] Yeah, the one you got us in.

- Just look, Simon,

you're gonna get your fuckin' dog back, alright?

I'm gonna get my life back.

And, you, hey, you know,

maybe Louis will get a friend out of it.

- Yeah, a fuckin' fake friend.

- Some of the best friends I've ever had,

are fake friends.

- Fuck you!

Fuck you, man!

I wouldn't be sitting here

if I was your fuckin' fake friend.

- You're definitely not my best friend,

especially if you're gonna talk to me like that.

- You're a dick.

- [Matt] Ah, you gotta chill.

- Fuckin' asshole, man.

- [Matt] Chill out, man, trust me on this.

Alright?

- I just want my fuckin' dog back, dude.

- You and your fuckin' dog.

It's always about the dog, you know?

You forget they're gonna fuckin' kill me.

Care if I score one of these?

- No.

- Come on, man, I'm so fuckin' hungry.

- No, you should have fuckin' ordered some.

There are mine.

- I don't have any money, man.

- No!

- [Matt] Come on, please, just give me one.

- I'm not gonna fuckin' share.

- [Matt] I touched it.

- Fuckin' dickhead man.

- [Matt] So you don't care?

- I know where those fuckin'

fingers have been tonight, asshole.

- Do you care if I have one now?

- You better eat all of it.

- Alright.

- Gosh.

- Thanks, man.

Ugh!

That tastes like shit!

Shit, ugh!

You on, get the light.

God damn.

I'll get it.

- [Simon] How is he moving so much?

I'll just get the lights.

Come on, let's get him to the couch.

Let's get him to the couch.

Ah, shit!

How is he?

- [Louis] I'm so drunk!

- [Matt] Ah, ugh, fuck!

How'd he get so fucked up?

- Dude, you-- - [Matt] Is he awake?

- You were the one feeding him shots.

- [Matt] Be right back.

- Gimme my shoes!

- You shut the fuck up, man.

- You shut the fuck up.

- [Simon] You're drunk.

- Stop.

- Shut up.

Come on.

Get it goin'.

There we go.

- [Matt] The fuck are you doin'?

- I was takin' off his pants.

- [Matt] Why do you have his fuckin' pants off, man?

I asked you to find his god damn phone.

You got his pants off.

- Dude, the guy is loaded!

- [Matt] Did you find his phone?

- Wait.

- [Matt] Where the fuck is it, man?

- Hey, nobody likes sleepin' with their pants anyways.

- Just gimme the fuckin' phone, man.

God damn!

Hello?

Is this Louis' dad?

We have your son.

- What is he saying?

- [Matt] We have Louis.

We need $10,000 by this time tomorrow night,

or we're gonna kill your son.

We're gonna fuckin' murder the shit outta your son,

if you don't give us $10,000, by tomorrow.

- Don't say that.

What did he say?

- He's gonna give us the money.

Come here.

- What the hell are you doin'?

- [Matt] Come here.

- What are you doin'?

- [Matt] Just come on.

- Come on.

What are you doing?

- [Matt] Look, I get it, I'm really upset, too.

It's all gonna work out.

(sobbing)

I'm so scared.

- Yeah, it's gonna be alright.

- [Matt] This feels so good, so good.

- Alright.

(heavy breathing)

(dramatic music)

- [Voiceover] I miss you.

Come find me.

(gasping)

- That little fucker.

(phone ringing)

- [Voiceover] Matt.

- [Louis] Ugh.

- Hey man.

- [Louis] Yeah.

- Just, uh,

you can eat anything that you find in there.

- [Louis] Okay.

- Pretty fuckin' good cereal, right?

- [Louis] Yeah.

It's always good, man.

Especially when you get drunk.

- Yeah, you have a good time last night?

You remember any of it?

- Mmm, I don't remember.

- Just keep eating that stuff, man.

You'll be alright.

- [Louis] Thank you for this.

- Yeah, no worries.

- Shit.

I cannot find my cell phone.

Did you see my phone?

- No, no.

I don't know.

- [Louis] Fuck.

- [Simon] I don't know, man.

- I can't find it, shit.

I think that fuckin' stripper took my phone.

- Uh, yeah.

That's a possibility, man.

That, she looked pretty sketchy.

- Really, huh, fuck.

- You remember, uh,

remember what you did with your,

your little pinky?

Yeah-- - [Louis] This one?

- Or this one?

- Funny man.

We got a funny man here.

(both laughing)

Yeah, smell it, just smell it.

- [Louis] Oh, no.

- Yeah, yeah.

(phone ringing)

- [Voiceover] Matt.

- [Simon] The fuck?

I can't believe you fuckin' phone off, man.

We wasted a whole fuckin' night,

got this guy over here,

and you're fuckin' gone.

Get your ass back here, fast.

I don't know what to fuckin' do, man.

- [Voiceover] I feel whole and complete.

Smiling changes reality.

I feel whole in (crashing drowns out speaker) places.

I am one with the world.

I feel whole and complete.

Smiling changes reality.

I feel whole because I exist.

I am one with the world.

I am whole and complete.

Smiling changes reality.

I am whole because I exist.

I am one with the world.

I am whole and complete.

Smiling changes reality.

I am beautiful because I exist.

I am one with the world.

I am whole.

- Oh, fuck.

Shit. - [Simon] Nice, nice man.

- You're good at this.

- Fuck, I fuckin' like worlds.

- [Matt] What's up, ladies?

- [Louis] Sup Matt?

- What?

- What do you mean what?

You tell me what the fuck's going on.

- (mumbling) I was just out there to buy us some more time.

- Well, did you?

- I think so, yeah.

How's the kidnapping going?

- [Simon] What kidnapping, man?

We're just fucking hanging out here.

- Okay, great, he's still here.

- Man, what the fuck are you talking about, man?

Come on, like, I mean, did you talk to his dad?

- I mean, I called him,

but I couldn't understand a fuckin' word he said.

I think he was speaking Spanish.

- He's Chinese, man.

- Stop being so negative, man.

- What the fuck do you mean, man?

What are we gonna do, Matt?

God dammit, dude.

- I really don't know.

I mean, I think this is fine, what we're doing right now.

- Oh yeah, of course it is.

- It's working, he's here.

He hasn't gone anywhere.

- Dammit. (knocking)

- [Louis] Hey, guys.

- Hey.

- Hey, do you have, uh, any food other that cereal?

- [Simon] Check the fridge, man.

- There's nothing there.

- Yeah, nothing there.

- Go to the fucking grocery store.

- So, are you gonna go?

- I don't know, I'll think of something. (mumbles)

- [Louis] Okay.

- Man, I'm kinda hungry.

Will you move a little bit?

Just...

- [Simon] Dammit.

Alright, roll 'em boys, come on.

- Yes.

(Simon and Matt groaning)

- Hey, hey, hey, cheater, man.

- What are you talking about?

- You only have one defender.

You can only roll with one die.

- It doesn't fucking matter, man.

- Yes it does!

- I get a green light, oh my god.

- [Simon] Goddammit, dude.

- [Louis] Give me a card.

- Fuckin' lucky.

- I'm not fucking lucky.

- How many cards do you have now?

- I got a four.

- Fuck, man.

He's got four cards. - [Louis] Almost there.

I'm gonna fuckin' kick your ass.

- Alright, smoke break, come on.

- [Louis] What, no.

- Smoke break!

- No, man, let's keep playing.

- [Matt] Come on, come smoke

a cigarette with me real quick.

- The fuck's wrong with you?

- [Matt] Come on, we'll be right back.

- Ah, don't be a pussy.

Shit.

Take your time, don't cry.

- Look, dude, you gotta fuckin' help me out, alright?

- No.

- Yeah, dude.

- No, I have Australia.

I'm trying to do what I can do--

- Dude, he's about to fuckin'

completely take over North America, man.

- Not my problem, not my problem, dude.

- Come on, Simon, dude.

Just a little fuckin' help, man.

I'll help you out later in the game.

- You gotta stop fuckin' attacking me.

- I have to attack you a little bit,

or else he's thinking we're ganging up on him.

- What the fuck are you trying to ask me to do?

You're asking me to try to gang up on him.

- Look, I'm gonna have to attack you on a couple of turns.

But not much, alright?

- [Matt] And then I need you-- - Just focus on Asia.

- That's what he's-- - [Matt] To help me.

- Trying to go after.

- I will, but--

- Listen--

- I will, but I've gotta go after you a couple of times.

I need you to help me.

- No, listen, alright?

If you wanna do this shit,

you have to do it my way, alright?

You have to go after Asia,

and then we go after fuckin' Europe.

You attack from the north, I come in from the south.

That's the only way.

Form the alliance right now.

- Alright.

- Shake it.

- Alright, alright, you've got my word.

- Alright?

- Alright, you got my word.

- Let's do this.

- Alright.

- My turn, I get six men.

- Boom.

- Right there.

- He's gonna fuck you up.

- Right there, you see that?

Let's go.

- Fuck yeah.

- Pick up the die.

- Alright.

- Get it out! (groaning)

- That ain't gonna do it, Louis.

- Get it out.

Boom. - [Matt] Alright, alright.

- Alright, I move one and I will end my turn

passing the dice to you.

Card please.

- [Matt] Alright.

- Fuck you, thank you.

Alright.

- [Louis] I'm up.

- Yeah, dude.

(doorbell ringing)

Oh, pizza.

Pizza time!

- Yeah, pizza is calling me, man.

- [Simon] Oh yeah.

- Look, you gotta fuckin' help me out with Simon, alright?

- I thought that you two were going after me.

- No, we're not fucking going after you, man.

That's what he wants to do.

I fuckin' like you, Louis.

I wouldn't do that.

- Really?

- Fuck yeah, I like you.

You're a bad mother fucker, dude.

He's out there telling me, "Oh, we need to get Louis

"out of this fuckin' game.

"It'd be easier to win."

I don't wanna do that.

- Did he really say that?

- Fuck yeah, he said that.

Here's what I need you to do, man.

I need you to stay away from my men, alright?

Until we can get him out of this fucking game, okay?

- Fuck that bitch, yeah, let's do this.

- Alright, thanks, man. - [Simon] Hey man, sorry.

- Oh, pizza.

- Oh fuck yeah.

- Alright, come on.

- I'm hungry as shit.

- Okay, alright.

- I'm gonna turn in cards.

- It's your turn.

- What?

I thought you only had two...

- No, I have four, I have enough cards.

- Yeah, he has four, all the same.

- Yeah, I'm gonna turn 'em in.

So, my men, I'm gonna put 'em all here in Central America.

And I'll go after Simon.

- What the fuck dude?

- What are you talking about?

- You're a fucking cock dude.

- Just roll the dice.

- You're a fucking, come on mother fucker.

Let's do this shit.

You're going down.

- [Matt] Oh shit. (Louis laughing)

Oh, we're gonna get it out.

Let's do it again.

(dice rattling)

- You're a fucking asshole-- - [Matt] Oh!

Man. - [Matt] Yeah.

- You're a fucking big-time liar, dude.

- [Louis] Just roll. - [Matt] Boom sticks!

- You're a fucking cheater, dude.

- [Matt] Get that shit outta here.

- We made a fucking alliance, you dickhead.

- What are you talking about?

- What?

- This is a fucking board game, Simon.

An alliance?

This isn't the god damn Iraq war.

Got it.

- [Simon] Whatever.

- With that,

I will take my cards. - [Louis] Shit, you fucked up.

- And be done.

Louis, you are up.

- [Louis] I'm gonna trade up my card.

- [Simon] You see? - [Matt] Oh, fuck, man.

- You see what the fuck just happened?

- [Louis] Yes, I took Australia,

- [Simon] This is--

- [Louis] Africa, Brazil-- - [Simon] Fucking ridiculous.

- [Louis] And Argentina.

I'm sorry.

- Game's fucking over, man.

- [Louis] I got the whole world.

- Fuck it man, let's get the fuck outta here.

I wanna get out of this house.

- [Matt] It's fuckin' cold, man.

I don't wanna go back out.

- [Louis] The fuck you wanna do?

- Let's get the, let's go fuckin' play some disc golf.

- [Matt] Disc golf? - Disc golf?

- Yeah, man.

(all talking at once)

Let's go, let's get the fuck outta here.

I'm serious.

- [Matt] It's just some bullshit sport

that white trash lake people play.

I can't believe you're doing this.

How old are you?

You're hitting me in the back seat?

This is absolutely ridiculous.

You're a grown man.

- Would you take the fucking shot already?

- I don't fucking talk when you're--

- Jesus Christ, man!

What the fuck is this just?

(laughing)

- It's five feet away!

Put it in the fucking basket!

Shit!

- Boom!

- Boom.

- Yeah, whatever.

Your fucking turn, hurry up.

- It's your turn, man.

- Gettin' ready, gettin' prepared.

(distant children yelling)

- (laughing) The fuck?

(laughing)

Boom!

- Shit no you cannot do that.

- [Matt] I just fuckin' did it.

- Yeah, stop fuckin' cheating

and throw where you fuckin' landed.

- [Matt] I'm not fuckin' cheating.

- Stop being a little bitch.

Throw where you fuckin' landed, dude.

- [Matt] Fuck you, dude.

What's your ...

You're a little bitch.

- Throw where you landed.

- [Matt] Take that back.

You fucking take that back right now!

- [Matt] Okay, fine.

- That's my fucking disk.

- [Matt] Yeah, and I'll throw it from where it landed.

- Where the fuck are you goin', dude?

What the fuck, man?

- You ready, mother fucker?

It's goin' in the lake.

- [Simon] Matt, you better not fuckin' do that, dude.

- I'm gonna count to three and it's goin' in.

- [Simon] You better not fuckin do that.

- Three!

Two!

One.

Come on, dude!

Do you think I'm gonna throw

your fuckin' disk in the lake?

- [Simon] Man ...

- I'm not like that, man.

- [Simon] That's a fuckin' $10 ...

Fuck.

What the fuck, dude!

- Who's the bitch now?

- [Simon] You, mother fucker!

(slow music)

- [Matt] Hello?

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Matt] Hey, look I've got your fucking son, alright?

And I'm about the kill him.

- [Voiceover] Simon?

- You fucking heard me.

You better give me that $10,000, right the fuck now!

Look, I'm standin' behind him now.

I've got a fuckin' gun pointed to the back of his head.

- [Voiceover] Okay.

- Okay, good.

Alright, now here's the deal.

Here's where I want you to wire the money.

- [Voiceover] Kill him.

- Look, I'm not gonna fuckin' kill him

if you pay me the money.

That's the deal, okay?

- [Voiceover] Okay.

- Okay, good, so you're gonna pay, right?

- [Voiceover] I pay you nothing.

- Look, you're fucking pushing me, alright?

I will fucking kill this mother fucker right now.

- [Voiceover] Okay.

- [Matt] Jesus Fucking Christ!

Would you stop saying okay?

- [Voiceover] No.

- Look, I'm standing behind your son, right now!

I've got a gun pointed at the back of his head!

I'm about to splatter his brains

all over this fucking wall.

- [Voiceover] That boy has no friends.

Stop calling me.

- Hello?

Jesus fucking Christ!

God damn!

(melancholy music)

(coughing)

(melancholy music)

(heavy breathing)

It's gonna be fine, gonna be fine.

- [Louis] How long you guys know each other?

- [Simon] A long fuckin' time, man.

He's like a brother to me, so ...

- [Louis] Hey, Matt. - [Simon] Hey, what's up?

- What's up?

Found your phone.

- What the fuck, man?

You found my phone?

- It was in my jacket pocket the whole time.

And your dad called too.

- [Louis] Was he pissed about his ransom?

- What are you talking about, ransom?

What the fuck is he talking about?

What were you just talking about, dude?

- [Simon] I didn't say shit.

- [Matt] What do you mean?

- I saw he gonna give you the money.

- [Matt] What are you ...

- [Simon] What are you talking about?

- I'm fucking broke, okay?

- [Matt] What do you mean, you're fucking broke?

- [Louis] My parents cut me off!

- [Matt] What was last night all about?

- That's all the money I have.

- [Matt] So there's no fucking money?

- Yes!

I have nothing left.

Okay?

The money I spent last night

is the whole money I have.

- [Matt] Fuckin'...

- [Louis] God!

- [Matt] I fuckin' told you, Simon!

This was a horrible idea.

- You knew the entire time?

- Fuck yeah, man.

You think I'm fuckin' stupid?

- [Simon] Shit man, I'm sorry dude.

- You got to be fucking kidding me!

- Look, I like you guys.

I like Matt.

I like his music.

- I appreciate that, thank you.

- [Louis] That's why I spent-ed the whole money last night.

And that's all I have.

- Nobody fucking likes us.

- I do.

- Nobody hangs out with us.

- [Simon] They're not going to give you any more?

Even if you're fucking kidnapped?

- I don't know.

Hard to figure out if they will,

but sometimes they won't.

- [Simon] I'm sorry, dude.

We just needed the cash.

We were really desperate.

We weren't going to hurt you, I promise.

- This wasn't my idea.

- [Simon] Fuck you, man!

- You need to fuckin' be honest and tell the truth.

- [Louis] What?

- It wasn't my idea.

We're sittin' in the diner the other night,

and he was freakin' out.

'Cause they stole his fuckin' dog too, man.

You know?

And he's like, "I don't know what to do.

"Maybe we should just kidnap the guy passed out in our car."

And I was like, "You don't fuckin' do that to people."

That's what I told him.

And he looks at me, and he goes,

"I do that to people."

This was all his idea.

- Fuckin' dickhead.

You better shut the fuck up!

- [Matt] You fuckin' know it was.

- You better tell him the fuckin' truth.

- [Matt] we were sitting in the fucking diner.

- [Simon] Fuck you, Matt. - It was your idea, man.

- Fuck you, dude.

- Just fuckin' admit it, dude.

I've liked you the whole time, man.

I wouldn't ever do this to you.

- You're a fuckin' asshole, man.

- Well I think this is pretty fucked up,

what you did to Louis.

I fucking give up.

- We're wasting time, man.

We need to get him back to his hotel.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- We gotta get the fuck outta here.

We gotta figure out what the fuck we're gonna do, man.

- [Louis] Wait, okay?

So, you guys need a money, right?

I can help you guys out.

- How the fuck are you going to help us?

You already fucked this whole thing up for us, man.

- [Louis] Listen.

I'm fucking gangster, okay?

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- [Simon] It's not a fucking video game, dude.

- What do you guys need the money for?

It's for your dog?

- [Matt] Long fucking story, alright?

- [Simon] You won't fucking tell him, fuck you.

- [Matt] Fuck you, man.

- So, you guys got any plan B, backup plan?

You should always have plan B.

- I had a fuckin' plan, but you didn't want to hear it.

It's only ...

Listen to me. - [Simon] Give us a second.

Give us a second.

- [Matt] Only fucking way, man.

I'm telling you.

- [Simon] Shit fuck.

- [Matt] What the fuck is wrong with you, alright?

- [Simon] Look at this fucking mess you got us into.

- You're fucking right, I don't know what to do.

(throbbing music)

Look, this road, there's about 20 of 'em, alright?

We can get $2,000-$3,000 a pop from each one.

That's our only hope at this point.

We don't have any other fuckin' options.

You know?

- [Simon] So, what the heck is he gonna do?

- He's gonna drive.

- So, I'm the driver.

That's what I'm talking about.

- This looks pretty fuckin' cool, doesn't it?

- Fuckin' creepy.

Damn, these fuckin' feel so good.

- Why don't we just stick to what we know, man.

Gas stations.

- We can't do Gas City, they don't have enough money.

(exhales)

- [Louis] Fuck yeah!

- Actually--

- [Louis] What?

You don't need a gun.

- [Louis] What the fuck you talking about?

- [Matt] You're a driver.

- [Simon] Matt, you cool?

- Oh, yeah.

I'm just tired, man.

- Yo, where the hell you goin'?

- [Matt] I'm goin' to get some smokes.

- Okay.

Yes, sir.

What do you mean?

We're about to do this, man.

- [Matt] Dude, chill the fuck out!

It'll take me five minutes.

- [Simon] Alright.

No crazy shit this time.

- No crazy shit.

- We're all good, just don't screw this up, man.

- Fuck you, Simon.

Are you my fuckin' mom, keepin' tags on me?

We don't have any fuckin' options right now.

This is the only way to get the amount we need.

This is it.

- [Simon] Uh, maybe we should just,

just take the money and just get the fuck outta town.

- [Matt] We gotta get the fuckin' money first.

And once we get the money,

we're gonna go straight to fuckin' Butch.

- [Louis] Where is he?

- I don't know.

- Okay, fuck it.

Alright, okay, fine, fine, pussy.

- [Matt] Alright, you guys, it's gonna work, okay?

- [Louis] Simon, forget about your dog, okay?

I can cook some dog for you.

- [Matt] You gotta leave the dog, man.

- [Louis] Yeah, I don't give a shit about dog.

You know, we eat dog in China.

For me it's a chicken.

- [Simon] The dog's the only fucking good thing in my life.

- [Louis] That's just because you don't have money.

Once you have money,

you're gonna know you have more things.

Just let it go.

Are we gonna do this?

Fuck!

- [Matt] I know you were on the drop,

but I really, I think the only option is to do this,

and get outta town.

- [Louis] So, do you wanna die?

Or you wanna have a dog?

- [Matt] I thing we just gotta take the money and go.

Yeah.

(laughing)

Fucking A, man!

Calm down, man, calm down.

Fuckin' afterschool special.

- [Simon] I'm about to fuckin' kill you, dude.

- [Matt] I'm gonna kill everyone.

I'm gonna turn into a fuckin', a nuclear missile,

and just obliterate the fuckin' world.

I'm just, I'm gonna destroy the universe,

killing you, and destroying your carcass,

in vicious fuckin' hell.

God dammit, dude.

Put the fuckin' gun, dude tell him

to put the fuckin' gun down!

We're gonna get the money tonight,

and we're gonna get outta town,

and you're gonna forget about your dog,

and we're never comin' back.

That's the only solution.

Jesus Christ, I go to get a pack of cigarettes,

and you two fuckers turn into psychopaths?

- [Simon] I'm sorry man, you have to let it go.

You're all sweaty.

- I've been workin' out, man.

How the fuck you think I look like this?

Put the fucking gun back.

Fuckin' lookin'.

Drivin' a fuckin' parkin' lot.

- [Simon] See anything?

- [Louis] That one.

- [Matt] No, we won't do that.

- [Simon] Why not?

- [Matt] It's a fuckin' Japanese car, man.

I don't wanna do that.

It supports terrorism.

- [Simon] What the fuck are you talking about?

Shut up, Louis, you're just racist, man.

That one.

- [Louis] Here, yeah, the German car.

- [Simon] I'm not doin' a German car, dude!

Stop the fucking car, stop the fucking car.

You ready, Louis?

- [Louis] Fuck yeah, I'm gangster!

- [Simon] Shut the fuck up with the gangster bullshit.

(upbeat rock)

(distant train whistle blows)

- Hey, you ready?

- Yeah, let's do this.

- Louis, keep the car running.

Matt, get the fuckin' money,

I'll get the fuckin' door, alright?

- [Matt] I got you.

(dramatic music)

Alright, mother fucker!

Put the money in the fuckin' bag, man!

Pull that drawer open.

- [Simon] Don't look at me, get on the ground.

On the fucking ground.

- [Matt] Hurry the fuck up!

Hurry the fuck up!

Guard the fucking door, man!

Bitch, you got about five fucking seconds,

I'm a blow your head off all over the fuckin' wall!

Hurry the fuck up!

- Don't fuckin' look at me!

Don't fuckin' look at me!

- [Matt] Hurry up!

- [Simon] Faster, faster!

What the fuck is goin' on?

- I'm sorry.

- [Simon] Come on, what the fuck, no passengers, man!

(excited screaming)

- I can't fuckin' do this, man.

I can't fuckin' do this, alright?

- What the fuck?

- I'm freaking out, man!

Like, you're gonna have to fuckin' take over, alright?

I'll watch the door, but I can't fuckin' do this!

- Better not fuck this up, mother fucker!

You hear me?

Don't fuck this up!

(tires squealing)

Ah so!

(grunts)

Ah yeah!

Come on!

I'm on a fuckin' grenade!

- [Matt] Hey, nobody move, nobody move!

- [Simon] Grab the fuckin' bag,

and put the money in the fuckin' bag right now!

Hurry the fuck up, man!

- [Matt] Papa loves you.

- [Simon] Everything, in the bag.

Hurry it up!

- Drive.

Drive fast, mother fucker!

What are you doing?

- [Louis] I can't, okay, this is a residential zone.

- [Matt] It's a fuckin' highway!

(horns blaring)

Get the fuck outta here, man!

- [Simon] God dammit, Louis, come on, man!

- Shit.

Look at this, man, look at this.

We fuckin' did it, man.

I told you, man, we fuckin' did this.

Ah, shit.

Oh, here's your cut, you little fucker.

Ugh, shit.

We fuckin' did it, man.

Oh ...

Ugh, what a fuckin' night.

Oh, what a night.

Hey, I don't know what the fuck got into me earlier.

I was just freaking out, dude.

It is not like me, man.

I'm sorry, I just ...

This whole thing, just--

- Hey, Matt.

Finish it, alright?

(cell phone buzzing)

- [Matt] Hello?

- [Blill] Hey, Matt.

- [Matt] Blill.

- [Blill] Hey man, you gotta get everything outta the house.

- [Matt] Where are you, man?

- [Blill] I'm gettin' the fuck outta town.

I'm in the airport.

Fuck, that girl was hot, god damn!

That ass, I'm gonna take a picture

and send it to you, buddy.

Hold on.

- [Matt] Shit.

- [Blill] Would it kill them

to have some English around here?

- [Matt] Where's the dog, man?

- [Blill] What?

- [Matt] Where the fuck is Amy?

- [Blill] Who the fuck is Amy?

- [Matt] The dog you fucking stole from us, man.

Where's she at?

- [Blill] Dog, what fucking dog, man?

- The god damn dog you stole, dude!

Where the fuck is she?

- [Blill] What the fuck is wrong with you, man?

A fucking dog right now?

You need to think about your own cock, Jesus Christ!

- God dammit, shit!

Fuck!

- [Blill] Fuck my ass, I gotta go, man, okay?

I'm doin' this as a friend.

- Where is he?

- [Blill] Who, Butch?

Are you serious?

- Yeah.

- [Blill] He's probably fuckin' some whore, I don't know.

Trust me, you don't wanna know

a god damn thing about that guy.

- I need to fuckin' know, man.

(dramatic music)

Look, you wanna make some more money?

I'm thinkin' something a little different.

You know how to shoot that gun?

(laughs)

(clicks)

- [Voiceover] I'm beautiful, because I exist.

I am one with the world.

I am whole and complete.

(melancholy music)

(floor creaking)

(clock ticking)

- [Voiceover] You know, being a spy is tough work.

You gotta give up your personal life,

your financial life, your social life.

You know what you have to do?

You gotta be the most dangerous,

danger-loving person in the world.

You have to jump off this building, every single day.

This is what I do.

Can you jump off this building?

I can.

I do that every day, to get my body ready.

Every morning, I--

(ethereal music)

(dog whimpering)

- Amy?

Amy!

It is you.

That is you, girl.

Ah, you okay?

Are you okay?

Ah, Amy.

You okay.

(blinker clicking)

♫ So baby you're hum-a-long moves

♫ Shakes back ♫

(upbeat rock music) (crowd chattering)

(exhales)

- Fuck, it's all I could handle.

- [Simon] What's up, gangster?

- Shit!

(muffled screaming)

(helicopter whirring past)

(coffee pot percolating)

(telephone ringing)

(beeping)

(ethereal music)

(birds chirping)

(ethereal music)

(rock music)

♫ You're a bad influence

♫ Got me a fat tip

♫ It's difficult to shave 'cause

♫ As I sharpen the blades

♫ It's a white in the ash

♫ It's becoming a disease

♫ You're a bad influence

♫ Got me a fat tip

♫ It's difficult to shave 'cause

♫ As I sharpen the blades

♫ It's a white in the ash

♫ It's becoming a disease ♫