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Hmm.

Fuck. Fucker.

Fuck! Ah!

- Hey, LD!
- What?

I need
you upstairs... now.

Yo, LD!
Where you at?

LD!

LD, what channel is
that E! Channel on?

- I can't find it.
- I don't know.

- Yeah.
- Are you kidding me?

You called me up to ask me
about the E! Channel?

I am so sorry that you had
to make such a long trek up here.

I'm sitting here suffering with cancer
and you had to walk up

some little stairs.
Sorry about that, LD.

- What was you doing, anyway?
- I actually was opening up

one of those vacuum-sealed
packaging and I cut myself on it.

Jeff and Susie
got me this GPS...

look at this. Look at this.
I can't open those packages.

- Bam! There it is.
- Why would you

manufacture a product
that you can't open?

LD, I've got an appointment
tomorrow at noon

to get my hair
and my nails done.

- I want you to take me.
- At noon?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, cannot do it. Sorry.

- Why can't you?
- I'm supposed to play golf tomorrow.

Well, just move it
to another time.

I can't move it
to another time.

Can you play
before or after?

Well, why don't you drive?

'Cause I have cancer

- and I want you to drive me.
- You do have cancer.

Yes, I do.

But how does
it affect your driving?

I don't think the doctor would
want me to drive,

so I would prefer
for you to take me.

The doctor didn't say
anything about driving.

- LD, I have an appointment at noon.
- Should we call the doctor

and maybe ask
about the driving?

- Just to...
- LD, do you know what it feels like

- to have cancer?
- I know what it feels like

to be with someone
who has cancer.

Ooh, so that's why
you should have compassion

and tomorrow at noon
take me to my appointment.

- Okay. Okay.
- Good. Glad we're clear about that.

Noon tomorrow.

No golf.

I'm going to dinner tonight

with Jeff and Susie and Lewis
and his new girlfriend.

- Do you wanna go?
- Any black people gonna be there?

- No.
- Why would I want to go?

Might be some people
with cancer.

No, l...
I don't wanna go.

- Could you just get me another tea?
- Sure.

- And it's time to make my juice.
- I'll be back.

Oh! LD, hold on.

Hey, man, let me talk to you
about something real quick.

Hey, I've got a friend
named Alton, right.

- Who? Alton?
- Alton. Alton.

Big "Seinfeld" fan...
loved the freaking show.

He's a little depressed right now.

Trying to, you know... maybe you
could give him a call on his birthday?

- He's a big "Seinfeld" fan?
- Big "Seinfeld" fan!

- Fucking loves the show, man.
- Wow.

Got a fine-ass wife.
Wife fine as hell...

I don't know why the guy so depressed
with a wife that damn fine.

- Really? Really?
- Sick fine. I'm talking sick fine.

- Gorgeous?
- Sick meaning "good."

- I got it. Yeah. Yeah.
- You get that shit, right?

I've never seen
the damn show myself,

but he fricking swears by it.

- Well... all right, fine.
- You'll give him a call?

- I'll call him later.
- If you can give him a fucking call...

Leave the phone number
on my dresser.

I'll leave the number for you.
He's gonna fucking flip out,

him and his fine-ass
fucking wife.

Well, my next guest is,
to say the least,

a maverick in the field
of cancer treatment.

Her newest book is entitled
"Walking Out on Cancer."

Please say hello
to Dr. Karen Trundle.

Now, Dr. Trundle,

how does somebody
walk out on cancer?

I do believe that a patient's
personal relationships

can contribute to their cancer,

just like living next to a toxic
waste dump can actually cause cancer.

If I determine that a patient of mine

is in a toxic relationship
with their spouse,

I will counsel them
to leave that spouse.

When we're talking
about a toxic spouse,

we're talking about what?

Well, someone who
is impatient,

someone who's obnoxious,

someone who is petty
and argumentative,

and obsesses
over meaningless details

at the expense
of a harmonious relationship.

Okay, so you're telling me
if you met with a new patient

and you saw that they were
married to a person like that...

I would counsel them to leave
and to never look back.

And that's how they
walk out on cancer?

We've got a couple
of your patients here...

Drink it up.
You're doing great.

Attagirl!
Good Job! Good job!

- Thanks, LD.
- Good job.

Hey, I heard about
this great doctor

and I took the liberty of making
an appointment for you...

for us, actually,
because I have to go too.

So what wrong
with the doctor I've got?

The doctor you have
is perfectly fine

but get a second opinion.

- How'd you find out about this doctor?
- A friend of mine.

- A friend of yours?
- Mm-hmm.

- Who?
- Phil.

- Phil who?
- Phil Kreel... ton.

Okay, all right.
Second opinion.

I'm gonna trust you
on this one, LD.

I've got a very good feeling
about this doctor,

and when I get a feeling...

- You've got a feeling.
...I get a feeling.

Thanks for the look out, LD.

- Hello?
- Oy, Alton, this is Larry David.

- Who? Larry?
- Larry David from the "Seinfeld" show.

Larry... oh, Larry David?

I'm a friend of Leon's.
He told me to give you a call.

- He said it was your birthday.
- Oh, man!

I can believe
you're calling me.

- Happy birthday, Alton.
- That's amazing.

Man, "Seinfeld" is one
of my favorite shows of all time.

Oh, great.
Anyway, so happy birthday.

- Thank you.
- And Leon said you were depressed.

Although then he said
your wife was beautiful,

so I don't know what you have to be
depressed about, really.

What... what do you mean
about my wife?

- What?
- My... why is he talking about my wife?

He's not talking about your wife.
He just said she was beautiful.

Yeah, okay.
Well, I know she's beautiful

but why is Leon telling you
that my wife is beautiful?

- He's complimenting her.
- That's not a compliment!

That's like another man looking
at another man's woman.

- He didn't say she was ugly.
- I knew it was like that!

I've seen them together.
They've been talking,

- always laughing. I knew it!
- All right, you know what?

- I'm gonna take off.
- Yo, is he there?!

- Anyway, it's great talking to you.
- Put him on the phone!

Happy birthday and good luck.
See you around.

Where you at right now?
Tell me where you at!

- Hey, l... l...
- Hi.

- Oh, hey.
- Just in time.

- We just sat down.
- Oh, is that Lewis's new girlfriend?

Yeah. Yeah yeah.
She's beautiful, huh?

- It's not gonna last.
- You're not gonna believe this

and you've got
to swear to secrecy.

- You swear to secrecy?
- Come on, I'm a vault.

On the way over here,

she blew him in the car.

Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.

- Blowjob in the car?
- While he's driving.

Wow, how gentile.

Not gonna get that close to her,
I can tell you that.

- Okay okay.
- By the way, I don't approve

- of a blowjob in the car at all.
- Really?

More dangerous
than cell phones in my opinion.

- What about handjobs?
- Any kind of job is dangerous.

It has to affect the driver.
I can't deny it.

I think it should
be illegal, frankly.

By the way,
why do they call it a job?

Is it so hard?
Is it a lot of work?

- Well, tugging, sucking.
- Tugging.

It's a lot of work.
I wouldn't want to do it.

It is a job. No wonder
why they don't like it.

Oh, look who
finally comes over.

- Hey. Hello.
- Hi. Beverly.

Hi. Larry. Hi.

Where have
you guys been, huh?

- Huh? Oh, you know...
- Just talking, catching up.

- We're sitting here for like an hour...
- Yeah, sorry.

...there's no bread, service sucks.
- No bread.

Don't you guys want
a drink? No drinks.

I'd love a drink. What... what is that?
That looks interesting.

- That drink.
- Mmm mmm... Pomegranate Surprise.

- Pomegranate juice, blueberry juice.
- Uh-huh.

Here, have a try.

You're gonna love it...
antioxidants, tequila.

It's fabulous. Mmm.

- Mmm mmm.
- Look at the salt on that rim.

- Here. Come on, give it a try.
- No no. No, thanks.

- I think you'll like it
- I don't think so. Thank you.

- Take a little sip.
- No! No.

I don't like to take sips.

I don't.
I don't take bites either.

No bites,
no sips. Yeah.

- Oh, hey, bread. Fabulous.
- Finally.

- Look at this.
- About time.

I'm starving.

Thank you, Lar.
Very nice of you.

A pleasure. Pleasure.

- I've got the next one, buddy.
- Do you?

You going to Michael York's party?

Michael York's party.
You know, I really love Michael York,

but the guy... he lives in the boondocks.
I'll never find the place.

What about that
nav system we gave you?

Great gift,
and thank you so much.

I couldn't open...
I couldn't open the package.

- What do you mean?
- It's entombed in this plastic.

I was stabbing it with a knife.
It's impossible.

There's a tab.
You pull the tab.

- No, there was no tab, Susie.
- No perforation?

- No, no perforation... nothing.
- Just get an X-Acto knife

- or a box cutter, okay?
- There you go.

- A box cutter?
- Yes.

Who am I, Mohamed Atta?
I gotta buy a box cutter?

- I mean it's crazy.
- We're late.

We're gonna go see
"Last Tango in Paris,"

- my favorite film, for the 100th time.
- Oh my, "Last Tango in Paris."

What a piece of crap.

"Put butter up my ass."

I mean, is that
supposed to be a movie?

Pretention masquerading as art...
that's what you've got there.

You know nothing about foreign films
or anything. It's all about you.

- We've gotta go. We'll miss the film.
- Have you seen it?

- Susie, nice to meet you.
- Bye, Beverly. You too.

- Oh, Larry.
- Ah!

What's the problem with you?

- What?
- Since you arrived,

you've just been... weird.

- What? No.
- I was so looking forward to meeting...

- oh!
- I-I'm... I'm sorry.

Holy sh...

what the fuck did you do?

She wanted you to have a little drink.
You wouldn't take it.

She wanted to kiss you goodbye
like an aunt in Brooklyn

at a Seder.
You can't even do that?

What is she, a leper,
for Christ's sake?

- All right, you want to know why?
- Yes, I want to know why.

Come on, tell me the truth.
Don't lie to me.

- You know, don't lie.
- No, 'cause I have...

okay, I have a cold sore
and I didn't want to kiss her.

- You have a cold sore?
- Yeah.

And I was...
I was embarrassed.

- So why didn't you tell her?
- I was embarrassed.

- I'm sorry.
- Uh-huh.

I'll never get laid again.

Just tell
the whole restaurant.

Larry!

Larry!

Larry!

- You got X-Acto knives?
- Sure, right here.

Oh, okay.
Can I see that red one?

Sure thing.

I can't open
the vacuum-sealed packaging.

- It's impossible. You can't open it.
- Oh yeah.

- I'll take this one.
- Okay.

Larry.

Why'd you tell Alton
I was fucking his wife?

What? Come here.
What are you saying?

You told Alton
I'm fucking his wife?

No, I said that you said
that his wife was beautiful,

and that's all I said.
That's all I said.

When you said
that shit to him,

that's implying
that I'm fucking her.

- Well, just tell him that you're not.
- But I am!

- You are?
- I'm tapping that ass!

I've been kung-fuing
that ass for a while now.

- What is wrong with you?
- Fucking... they're the same thing.

Why do you fool around
with married women?

- Ass is ass, Larry.
- Ass is not ass.

- Ass is fucking ass, Larry.
- No, it's not.

- It's what the fuck I do.
- You don't have to tap every ass.

Do you? Do you have
to tap every ass?

What the fuck
we gonna do right now?

- What do you mean "we"?
- Alton's gonna fuck somebody up.

I have nothing to do with this!
I'm not tapping anybody!

You're tapping!
I'm not tapping!

You are combined in this shit
now with me, God damn it.

We are Lego. We are a fucking
Lego set right now.

We are fucking interlocked together.
We fucked her.

Get away from me.
Get out of here.

- Fix this shit. Fix it!
- I'm not fixing anything.

$10.

First of all, Loretta,
I want to say

how sorry I am to hear
about your diagnosis,

but I want you to know that we're
gonna get you through this...

- Thank you, Dr. Trundle.
...without a doubt.

And there's something that's
happening tomorrow night.

I'm actually giving a talk
on coping strategies...

- You ever do that?
...for newly-diagnosed patients...

It's like how horses do it, right?

And I can see why they do it.
It feels good.

How long have you all
been together? This seems...

It's been about a...

...like a fairly new
relationship.

- It's been about a year now.
- About a year?

How... how would you
describe these artifacts?

What is it exactly?

- That's African art.
- African?

- Really? Hey... African.
- Yes.

What, I'm supposed to have a connection
to her 'cause I'm black?

Duh!

Mr. David, please have a seat,

- so I can finish up the history here.
- Sure. Okay, sure.

So are you all
in what you would call

a happy, healthy,
committed relationship?

A happy and a healthy
new year to you.

A happy and a healthy...

No, we're talking about
our relationship right now.

- Okay, yes.
- We... we get along most of the time.

Who's this guy?
Is that your husband?

Yes.

Oy, he's got some healthy
head of hair, this one.

Yes, he was
blessed follicly, yes.

Oh, he was blessed. So, what? I'm
unblessed. Is that what you're saying?

No, I wasn't referring
to you at all.

Bald people are not blessed?

This has nothing
to do with you.

We don't belong on the same
planet as the blessed hairs?

Now, as I was saying, the type
of relationship that you have,

do you feel that
your relationship is...

- Ooh.
...in a comfortable, easy place?

We have differences
and things like that...

- Oh yeah.
...but we get along pretty good.

You know,
the cancer, how much...

- You remember that commercial?
- No.

- Ever see that one?
- I have a great idea:

There are some
great magazines right outside.

- Right, since he can't focus.
- I would like to discuss with Loretta

some very intimate,
personal things that, as a woman,

in terms of self-image, I think would
be better discussed...

- That would so work for me too.
...just in our company.

Yeah, maybe you'll find
a magazine out there

- that'll work for you.
- I understand.

- All right. Thank you.
- Discuss, you two, you sit, you talk.

You'll have coffee.
You'll discuss.

Discuss. You'll talk.
You'll do this. You'll do that.

- Have some girl time.
- Enjoy, have a good discussion.

I'll be out there.
You'll be here.

We'll talk... lat.

You're gonna need to hear something
very difficult right now.

- 6:00.
- Ah. Mr. Trundle?

Yeah.

I saw your picture
on your wife's desk.

Oh, right.
Take care then.

- Okay.
- All right.

Larry?

Larry David.
Dean. Dean Weinstock.

- Oh my God. Hey.
- Used to be your next-door neighbor.

- Yeah. Hey.
- Hey, man. It is so good to see you.

Hey hey.

- Whoa!
- Oh, Christ!

- Oh my God.
- These are... are broken.

- Oh, dear.
- Thank you.

- Oh, man.
- It is just so good to see you, man.

- That's awesome.
- Good to see you.

- It's great.
- I'm sorry about your glasses.

Don't worry about it.
I'll send you a bill.

Tell me, how's Cheryl? How's...
where'd you guys move to?

Wha... what... you'll what?
You'll send me a bill?

- Is that what you said?
- I don't think these can be fixed.

- Wait a second.
- Yeah?

- You're gonna send me a bill?
- Just for the glasses.

- Why?
- 'Cause they're like $219.

L... I didn't break
your glasses.

It was the hug that broke 'em.
It wasn't you specifically...

- Okay, yeah.
...but you instigated the hug.

I didn't inst...
I instigated the hug?

Yeah, I came in
for like a shake...

No, I came in for a shake and then
I saw you make a move for the hug,

- so I went in.
- I kinda remember I said the "Hey."

I think you're mistaking
my "Hey" for a hug.

Even if I did initiate the hug...

- Yes? Yeah?
...which I didn't,

that still doesn't make me
responsible for your glasses.

They're your glasses.
They're around your neck.

With all due respect,
I feel like you didn't recognize me

then I did the "Hey,"
then I did the shake,

then you came in and,
because you were so embarrassed

and so mortified that
you did not recognize me,

you overcompensated
by a superstrong hug

- that broke my glasses.
- That's an incredibly idiotic theory.

I think, because you're
a needy person,

you wanted me to like you,
so you hugged me.

First of all,
I'm not a needy person.

Okay? That's number one.
I have no needs at all, okay?

I wasn't overcompensating. I don't
like you. Why would I want to hug you?

- All right.
- I'm not paying for your glasses.

I'm not asking you
to pay for the glasses.

I'm asking you to replace
these glasses that you broke.

I'm still paying for them
even if I replace them,

am I not?
What's the difference?

I don't know if you know
an optometrist. I don't know.

- No, I don't know any optometrists.
- Well, I didn't think you did

so, in that case,
that's why I'm invoicing you.

Okay, you send me the invoice.
I'll to rip it up into tiny pieces

- and I might even pee on it.
- Why... why are we fighting in here?

We're fighting because you're a moron.
That's why we're fighting.

You know I have cancer, right?

You know that's why I'm here.

I don't want to have
a fight with you.

In fact, my doctor said
to not have any fights at all.

Okay, I'll...

I'll pay for the glasses.

You'll replace
the glasses.

I'll pay for the glasses.

I appreciate you
accepting responsibility.

It feels good, right?

I got a pretty good vibe
from that doctor.

Pretty pretty

pretty pretty good.

Yeah, she's pretty smart.

Yeah. Yeah, what did
you guys talk about?

She told me there's certain things
I've got to do to make sure I get well.

Well, you got to do 'em,
you've got to do 'em.

- Yeah.
- If that's what she said,

you've got to
listen to the doctor.

Because without your health,
you're nothing.

Some people are nothing
even with health.

I fall into that category sometimes.

A nothing... a big nothing...
and I have health.

I would like to go
to her lecture tomorrow.

You know what? I'll drive you.
How about that?

What can I do for you?

You killed another
relationship.

- I did?
- That's right, and a special one, too.

This is maybe the most
special one I ever had.

Really?
The last one was special.

I made a mistake
on that one.

There have been
quite a few special girls.

I've made mistakes.
Not this one.

This one's more special?

This is the most special.

- No question about it?
- No question about it.

Is she the most special of all
the special girls you've taken out?

- I think she might be.
- Really?

That's right,
and she needs an apology.

Okay? So come on.

What do you want me to say?

I don't... tell her the truth...
you know, the thing.

- Okay, fine.
- Thank you.

You'd better get me
out of this.

Hey, Beverly.
L... honestly,

I am so sorry about what
happened in the restaurant

but, um...

- What's wrong?
- Would you back up, please?

You're right on my neck here.
Just back up a little bit.

- You're breathing down my neck.
- Sorry, I'm...

Anyway, I'm really sorry

about not kissing you in the restaurant.
That was bad.

But Jeff told me that you
gave Lewis a blowjob in the car

before you got to the restaurant,
so that's why...

- What?! Jeff said... Jeff said what?
- What did you say?

Blowjob? What the fuck
are you talking about?

What is this? What, am I
in grade three or something?

Look, I haven't had a blowjob
in about five years,

- so I was excited, so it slipped out.
- I know! I can tell!

You're not gonna have one
for another fucking five years!

Why the fuck would you do
something like that, huh?

- What? You told me to tell the truth.
- Are you fucking crazy?

- Tell the truth?
- Yeah.

I thought the truth was
that you had a cold sore

for Christ's' sake! That's what
the truth would have been!

What? No no no.
I made up the cold sore

'cause I didn't want to kiss her!
Anyway, you went like this!

That's the sign for blowjob.
That's a blowjob sign.

- It's cold sore. It's "I'm choking."
- That's cold sore?

That's an I'm-eating-
corn-on-the-cob thing.

That's a blowjob, buddy,
where I come from. Yeah.

Why couldn't you just kiss her
goodbye like a human being?

Kiss her? She's got your semen
on her lips. I'm not gonna kiss her.

- She had my semen on her lips.
- Yes! Yeah, secondhand semen.

You can't be
a homosexual by proxy.

It's probably
in the fucking Constitution.

I think you can
be gay by proxy.

- Christ.
- Anyway, sorry.

How am I going
to get home by the way?

Eh, you take a bus.

Can I tell you something?
I'm very excited about this lecture.

- Why?
- Come on.

How often do you get to listen
to somebody this smart?

Not even smart, brilliant.
She's brilliant.

I get it.
You were impressed. Okay?

Enough with the Dr. Trundle
and the brilliance.

I get your point, okay?

Hey, Dr. Trundle's husband.

Yeah. I remember him
from the picture.

Yeah, right. Yeah, I saw him yesterday
in the reception area.

- Really?
- He's probably going to the lecture.

Yeah.

Is that Dr. Trundle?!

Go... it...

LD, is she giving
him a blowjob?!

- That's what it looks like.
- Oh my gosh!

- Wow.
- Oh no.

Oh, no no no no
no no no no no, LD.

- I want you to turn this car around.
- What?

- Turn the car around!
- So she's giving him a blowjob.

- What's the big deal?
- No no! I can't trust a woman like that

to cure my cancer, doing something
like that in the car!

Are you kidding me?

She must've been doing it
for therapeutic reasons.

- I want you to take me home, LD.
- The lecture!

LD, turn this car around.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Could you please give this
to Dean Weinstock? He's a patient here.

- Sure. Okay.
- It's a check for his glasses.

- Mr. David.
- Hello.

Hi, what a surprise.

- You here alone?
- Yeah.

I would love to talk to you.
Do you have a minute?

- Sure.
- Great. We'll go back to my office.

- Melissa, hold all the calls, please?
- Sure, Dr. Trundle.

This way.

Come on in.

I wanted to tell you
how disappointed I was

that you and Loretta were not
at the lecture yesterday.

And I think the reason
that you weren't there

was because you recognized

that I am going to recommend
that she leave the relationship.

That terrifies you
and that's why

you didn't want
her to be there.

No no, that's the furthest
thing from the truth.

I have a lot
of experience with this,

and I find that men
often have this reaction.

It's certainly understandable.
It's very threatening.

But the fact is we're talking
about a woman's life

and I'm saying something that you
just don't want to hear.

It's not true.
I reject your hypothesis.

Why didn't she come
to the lecture?

- You really want to know why?
- Of course I do.

Okay, I'm going to tell you.

We were driving to the lecture,
we were on our way...

- Mm-hmm.
...and then

I noticed your husband
in the car ahead of us.

Then you picked
your head up off of his lap

and Loretta decided
that she didn't want anything to do

with a doctor who would,
you know, do that.

Who would do what?

Come on.

Oh my God.

My husband was
driving the car,

and yes, I dropped my cell phone
on his side of the car,

and I was looking
for the cell phone.

An awful long time
to look for the cell phone.

You are so ridiculous.
You are so juvenile.

- I don't know.
- You are exactly the kind of man

- I'm talking about in this book.
- Me?!

Yes. You are a tiny,

little, insecure,
infantile mind

of about a 12-year-old!

- I think you blew him.
- Oh my God!

You think I blew him?

You have nothing better
in your mind than that?!

You're out of control!
Get him out of my office!

Oh shit.
Oh shit.

- My shoes are in there.
- Alton's here!

- What?
- Alton's at the front door!

You brought his wife here?
You idiot!

- I know, man. I'm sorry.
- You see?

- I'm sorry.
- Nothing, right? She's not here. See?

I didn't... I didn't mean
to run up all in here

Yeah, you come up here,
rushing up here to a white man's house...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Just forgive me.

- I'm...
- All right, brother.

- Boy! Shit.
- I'll see you next week though, okay?

- All right.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's okay. He's gone.

Thank God.

What the hell?!

Okay. Now come on.
Get in the car. Get in the car.

We getting the hell out of here
and we ain't never coming back.

You got me twisted,
LD, okay?

Give your ass a little bitty
taste of chocolate,

and next thing you know,
you cheating on me?!

That's right.
I saw your ass,

you cheating, no-good, bald-headed
motherfucker! I'm out!

Fuck you, Larry David!
That's some bullshit!

Somebody got on your ass.
What happened?

They're gone.
We had a big fight.

They're not coming back.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Huh.
- How do you like that?

That's some shit
right there. Mmm.

So, um...

I guess this means
you'll be...

Going upstairs, eat this fucking
Chinese food...

in my fucking room.

Hey, Lewis, it's me.

I'm on my way
to Michael York's.

Maybe I'll see you there.

Otherwise, I'll talk
to you tomorrow.

Okay, bye.

Holy shit.

Oh my God.

Jeff?!

- Jesus Christ!
- Larry!

- What the hell?
- Whoa!

I can't believe it.

- What are we going to do?
- Oy, I can't believe this!

- What the... Jeez!
- All right! Enough!

She was giving you
a blowjob?!

Okay, yeah,
we know what it is.

- Jesus Christ!
- All right, stop it!

- Larry...
- I'm stuck. I'm stuck.

- I can't get the seat belt off.
...can you help us?

- I bought an X-Acto knife!
- An X-Acto knife!

- It's in the car!
- Go get it! Go get it!

- Great! Go get it! Yeah!
- I'll cut the seat belt!

- Hurry!
- I told you blowjobs were dangerous.

- Come on!
- Get the fucking knife!

Fuck!

Oh, Jeff,
I can't move!

- Hurry!
- No!

- Come on!
- Get it!

Get the fucking knife!

- Oh, come on!
- What the fuck is taking so long?

Come on!

Oh my God,
I smell gas!