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- [Julian] Warning.

The following program contains really coarse language

weed, alcohol consumption, smoking, and sexual inferences.

This content may not be suitable for viewers under 18.

To activate parental controls,

please press the go [beep] self button

on your remote control.

[sweet poignant jazz] [birds sing]

[children chatter]

- I still didn't fix my lamp for fuckin' the game tonight.

Fuckin' piece of shit.

- [Bubbles] What do you need a lamp for?

- [Julian] What do you need that for?

- Cause once it gets dark,

you're trying to find, you drop piece of hash.

And you're, "Ah, fuck, where did that go?"

Fuckin', I know it's in there right.

- [Bubbles] Why don't you just get a flashlight?

- [Julian] Is here a button?

- Yes. Oh fuck, there we go.

Ah, fuckin' perfect, all right.

- So this is your hash finding lamp?

- Or whatever else. Maybe mixin' a drink.

You want to know how much is in there?

So you wanna put, too little, you wanna have a good drink.

- Why wouldn't you just turn on a fuckin' light, though?

- Darkness outside.

Happens. Falls.

All right, let's do this.

- Just hang on now. I'm not-

- [Julian] Why do you keep him going like this?

- Well, because I'm interested.

You keep this around inside in case you lose hash.

- Well, usually out by the car.

I like to watch the games outside 'cause I can smoke.

You don't have to worry about getting smoke

in the baby's lungs, especially if you're smoking a joint.

- [Julian] So it's basically your flashlight.

- Even know there's no evidence

it's bad fuckin' bad for them.

- No evidence? What?

- Well, if you're in the fuckin' trailer,

watch the game, you want to light up a joint,

and, you know, well, Trin's got her little,

like, my grandson in there, whatever.

Apparently you're not supposed to smoke

in front of your grandkids or other kids.

- [Bubbles] No, Ricky.

- But there's no fuckin' solid papers that say

it's goin' to fuck them over or anything.

- Yes there is!

- [Ricky] I mean I do it out of respect,

'cause I don't, some people don't like to smoke it.

- What are you talkin' about?

- He can decide when he's seven or eight

if he wants to smoke or not.

Not goin' to wait 'til then, but.

- There's thousands of documented fuckin' papers

sayin' smoke hurts babies.

- Cigarettes.

- Like, smoke outside.

Why can't you just step outside and smoke it.

- I always smoke my cigarettes outside.

- Well that's a good thing.

That's a good start.

Now smoke the dope-

- Oh, you're talkin' about smokin' dope

and blowin' it on the baby.

- Well not even a joint, just a little hit

off a water bong or something.

- [Julian] And you blow it on the baby?

- No, it, fuck, you guys are missin' the point

of the whole fuckin' cause.

- [Julian] Well, that's what he said.

- Just don't, try not to smoke around the baby.

- I try not, I don't.

- Smoke outside or smoke in the bathroom.

Fuck, just think, man.

- Look, it's got a morse code button.

[Bubbles imitates telegraph beeps]

- Pretty hard to see that on the radio, Bubs.

- Oh.

- All right, what else are we gonna talk about here.

- Nothing. Let's just keep gettin' a buzz on

'til the fuckin' game starts.

Fuck all this shit.

- No, I got some fun facts to talk about-

- [Ricky] Ah, fuck.

- I looked up.

- [Ricky] Mr. Preparation H.

- Why would I be Mr. Preparation H?

- 'Cause your, I don't know. It just went together.

- You know what that is, right?

- What?

- Preparation H.

- No.

- That's the stuff you stick in your hoop

if you got a-

- Ass cream, man, for hemorrhoids.

- What do you mean, stick in your hoop?

- You gotta put this cream up your ass

if you've got hemorrhoids and shit, man.

- What are the fuck you you talk...

You put cream on your finger

and drive your finger up your ass?

What are you talkin' about?

- It doesn't go in.

You just put it on the actual 'roid.

- I've never had hemorrhoids,

so I, I don't know, but it's hemorrhoid cream.

- I don't even know how the fuck we got on asses

and things goin' in asses.

- You called me Mr. Preparation H.

- I thought 'cause you're prepared, all right?

- I know, but why would you add the H

when that's a hemorrhoid cream?

You basically called me hemorrhoid cream.

- No, it's from a TV show,

the greatest hero of the Americans

when he was Mr. H. and he was always prepared.

That's what I was talkin' about.

- The Greatest American Hero

'cause he had H on his little fuckin' costume.

- He didn't have H on it, did he?

- I don't fuckin' know.

- You know what, boys,

I'm too fucked to be talkin' about this stuff right now.

All I meant to say was you're fuckin' prepared.

So what do you got?

- I am prepared.

- [Ricky] Fuck.

- So I was just readin'

fuckin' Stamos is back on the liquor.

- Oh, yeah.

- Did you know that?

- [Ricky] What do you mean?

- Stamos, you know Stamos.

- Yeah.

Three's a crowd, or whatever the fuck that-

- "Full House." - "Full House."

- [Ricky] Yes. Full crowd. - See, he doesn't know how to,

that's somebody who does not know how to pace themself.

[sweet poignant jazz]

[birds chirping] [children chatter]

- Hi, I'm Sarah, and I live in Sunnyvale.

Okay, questions.

So the first thing is who they're from, right?

- [Trinity] Yes.

- This one's name Sara, which is a fantastic name.

"Dear Sara, you're a versatile and talented lady,

beautiful too."

Well, obviously.

"What's your favorite way to spend the day in Sunnyvale,

provided the boys aren't fucking things up too much?"

Well, whenever we aren't looking after Moe,

me and Trinity basically, like to just get really high.

Our new thing lately is we've been making a lot of jewelry,

and we make a lot of snacks and we just,

like, get really blasted out of our minds

and eat snacks.

And it's fuckin' awesome.

Okay.

Next question, Dion Jamieson.

"Sarah, what's up with you falling in love

with the guys Ricky makes, basically, his slaves,

Cory, Trevor and even Jacob.

Do you think it's something like pity you have towards them

that makes you attracted to them.

Thanks."

Uh, Dion, I'm not attracted to them.

I was never attracted to any of them.

Like, duh, obviously it's pity.

I felt sorry for them.

They can't run themselves,

and they needed someone to run them.

So I just, like, took them over for a bit.

And then I was done with Jacob,

so now Trinity runs him.

And it's no big deal.

Fall in love.

Ah, Jenks wonders,

"Sarah, would you ever consider getting back together

with Ricky?"

No.

Chloe Jamieson wants to know, oh,

"Sarah, if you had to kill one, fuck one and marry one,

who would you pick and why?

Out of Ricky, Bubbles and Julian."

That's like the worst fucking thing

I've ever heard in my life.

I wouldn't kill any of them 'cause they're my friends.

And that would make me like some fuckin' psychopath.

And I don't fuck people.

Sometimes I bang people, but we don't fuck.

That's so crass, God.

And marry?

Like, hello, I'm not really the marrying kind.

So, to answer your question,

I think that's a really fucked up game,

and I don't like it, and I'm not playing.

Allison Hope wonders,

"Dear Sarah, after all these years

dealing with stress in the park,

how do you manage to stay so young?

Your face seriously hasn't aged since the early 2000s.

What's your secret?

Well, Allison, I don't know what you want from me,

but you're not getting it, okay?

Like, it's been 17 years since those guys

started filmin' whatever in the park,

and I look 17 years older.

And you know what,

I'm totally fuckin' cool with that.

I'm 41. I look 41, and that's great.

I'm not into this whole thing of like,

"Ooh, people want to be young all the time."

Like, I just think, you know, I look my age.

I mean that's, I should be nice.

That's nice of you to say.

I use Oil of Olay, okay.

Uh, oh, another suck-up question, I guess.

NjdB says,

"Hi Sarah, before I praise your smarts,

before I praise your smarts,

first let me compliment you

being the hottest person in the park."

Well, I think, really, the smart should come before the hot

because I always think, you know, you can brains and beauty,

and it's nice to have both which, obviously, I do.

But I think, you know, really, your brains

are gonna get you further in life.

So, next time you give someone a compliment,

I would say definitely put the smarts first.

And I don't think that, oh yes, oh no,

he did ask a question.

"Apart from Bubbles, you're clearly the smartest person

in the park.

Do you ever see yourself owning and/or running Sunnyvale?

You managed the Dirty Dancer, Julian's Sports Bar.

Surely it would be easy for you, and you'd do a better job-"

Obviously.

"than Barb, Julian, Drunkey-the-Fuck-clown

or that cavedick Sam."

Um, like, I don't think I would ever wanna run Sunnyvale

because there's so many fucking crazy people that live here.

Like, I would not wanna be in charge

of tryin' to track down people's lot fees and stuff.

And also there's always people like Ricky around

just, like, making a huge mess and screaming,

and the cops are always called.

So, no.

Um, I would do a better job, yes.

Obviously, I would do a much better job.

But I would never wanna do that.

And, actually, I think Barb does a pretty good job.

I have to say.

Barb, um, ran a pretty good park.

Last question is Aaron Estevan Villarreal.

"Sarah, are you finally gonna go back to being with Ricky?"

No.

So, I guess that's it.

These are the questions you guys asked.

I wanna say thank you very much

for, like, keepin' it real

and not asking anything too gross.

I really appreciate that

'cause you know I won't answer it anyway.

And, uh, yeah, Sarah from Sunnyvale,

we out.

Well, actually, the fuckin' birds came back from south.

And they're all, "This is cool, it's spring."

And then we got a bunch of snow,

and they got fucked over big time.

Bunch of them probably fuckin' starved to death.

They couldn't find any food and shit.

So,

[Ricky chomps on chip]

in case that happens, I'm gonna get you learnin'

on how to make these little bird feedies and bird housies,

and birds are gonna be fuckin' looked after this year.

Here's what you're gonna need.

One of these little trays,

some apples,

one of these fuckin' things, just a coat hanger, cut.

Some water, soap and shampoo,

one of these little drink containers,

a bunch of fuckin' seed and, I guess one of these

little things that help big things go into smaller things.

All right, a torch, some drills,

snippers,

this shit that's for pipe,

bunch of, you know, glue and wood, saw.

You don't even need a fuckin' measurin' tape for this.

I'm gonna show you how to make a furkin' bird housie

without even using a measurin' tape.

But first we're gonna make a bird feedie.

Peanut butter.

It's fuckin' good for birds. They love this shit.

So what you wanna do is

we got three compartments here.

We're gonna make three different types of food for them.

For fuck sakes.

[wooden spoon clatters]

Thanks, guys, for gettin' me some great fuckin' tools.

This is amazing.

You want to take some of this delicious

fuckin' peanut butter, just coat that shit on there.

For fuck sakes.

Get that on there as good as you can.

All right.

Fuck.

Now, in this big compartment here

we'll probably put some bird seed

on top of the peanut butter.

Make sure that sticks really good there.

Yeah, that's lookin' fuckin' awesome.

In one of these small compartments,

we'll take some of this little toasties.

Break those fucking things up

'cause birds love bread crumbs.

Mixed with peanut butter, it's even better.

Get some of that in there.

I'm havin' some ketchup chips for breakfast,

so put some of those on there mixed with the peanut butter.

Birds'll probably love that fuckin' thing.

Fuck.

Now,

you're gonna want to be able to hang

this fuckin' thing from a tree, so.

This stuff is like wire, I guess.

You could use that for catchin' rabbits

or all kinds of different crazy shit, so.

[drill whirring]

There we go.

It's a lot easier to do when you're not covered

[Ricky yells] in fuckin' peanut butter!

All right, and look at that bird feedie.

Fuckin' beautiful.

Set that up there.

Birds come in and like,

"Holy fuck, I'm fuckin' starvin' and now I'm not.

I can eat all this shit.

Holy fuck. Ketchup chips, are you fuckin' kiddin' me?"

Awesome.

- Okay, now, just before we bring in our special guest in,

we have got an incredible thing.

A lot of places-

- What the fuck!

- Randy, don't say "fuck" on the air.

You're a "frig" guy.

A lot of people give us presents over the years.

This present was given to me.

And the guy's name is on the back.

It's Donny Brown.

And he makes

[guitar strums]

three-string guitars like this.

And he gave this to me.

And I'm so proud and happy about this,

I just wanted to show it off.

But look at this.

Look, Randy.

Oh.

Ta-da!

- [Randy] There's liquor in it!

- [Mr. Lahey] I know.

There's liquor in it,

and there's dopey-poo in this little bag here.

And there's a cigar right there.

And isn't it incredible.

And you know what?

This thing hooks up an amp-li-kire.

- Really?

- Yeah.

We should get an amplifier and I,

we should go on the road, Randers.

- Hey I'll be, I could play kazoo.

[Mr. Lahey sings]

- They're gonna put us in the movies.

They're gonna make some big stars out of we.

Don't you think, Randy?

[Randy sings]

Do do do do.

[Mr. Lahey sings] Do you know that's sad and lonely.

- Okay, guess what?

It's time for our guest Randy.

- We got guests?

- It's time for our special guests.

And every week we're gonna show you special things

that people give us.

As an in, as an incren-en-enema.

Fuck, some, put some shit on the,

ugh God.

- What's wrong, Mr. Lahey.

- Naw, somebody dropped a pickle puck

on the fuck locker, Randy.

[Mr. Lahey groans]

[indistinct]

- I'm gonna make some burgers-

- This [indistinct] show's fallin' apart, Randy.

You fucked up, bud.

- I did not.

- Just wait.

I, uh, oh, geez we have another minute.

I just want,

this is time for our commercial break

for "The Dickshitnary."

- [Randy] Good job, Mr. Lahey. No lulls.

- Yeah, and look it's a,

this is with apologies to William Blake.

"Sphincter, sphincter, burning bright.

Through my tortured sleepless night.

Was it the peppers in my sub,

or the soap insertion in my tub?"

That was like an apology to,

I wrote this book.

Go to dickshitnary.com and buy your own.

Now, there's a companion piece

'cause he wrote, "Tyger, Tyger burning bright."

And then he wrote, "Little Lamb who made thee."

So I wrote, "Little Turd, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Ate the food so you could grow.

Pushed you out with grunt and blow.

Wiped your remnants from her ass.

Smiled so sweetly when you passed.

Grabbed the handle of the loo,

and sadly said, 'Farewell to you.'"

- Ah.

- "Little Turd, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

- I don't like dost, Mr. Lahey.

- Dost thou know it.

- Well if you're gonna dost any more-

- It's English, Randy.

[insects chirping]

[dog barks]

- [Ricky] Shut up!

You better shut up, or I'll come out there after you.

I wear to God, I'll kill everyone of you.

- [Julian] Ricky, would you shut up!

[dog barks and howls]

Go to sleep!

- Well I've been out of jail for week now,

and it's time for me to make some important decisions

in my life.

[light percussion music]

I'm gonna go to community college.

- [Ricky] Please, dog, please stop barking.

I'm tryin' to sleep here.

- I'm either gonna become an electrician, a meat cutter,

or I'm gonna get into television and radio broadcasting.

- [Ricky] Stop fuckin' barking!

[gun firing]

- Ricky, what are you shootin' at?

- [Ricky] Shut the fuck up! - Squirrels and dogs and-

[gun firing]

- Shut up!

- [Julian] Ricky!

Hold your fire.

[cat lapping]

Jesus Christ.

What are you doin?

- Sh, sh. Listen, listen.

[dog barks] Asshole.

[gun fires] [bullets whiz]

- Ricky!

What are you doin?

I'm on probation, man.

- I'm tryin' to get some sleep here, man.

- Do you wanna go back to jail?

I can't handle this living in a car stuff.

- You wanna go back to jail?

- Listen to this stuff. Listen-

- Get in the car!

[gun fires]

Get in the car.

- [Bubbles] Stop fuckin' firin'!

- [Julian] Jesus.

Get in there.

[car horn honks] - [Person] What in the fuck!

- I wish everyone would shut the fuck up, out there.

- Ricky.

What are you doin'. - Assholes.

- Ricky!

Listen, gimme that gun.

- You don't know what it's like livin' in a car, Julian.

I got insects and animals fuckin' me around here.

- Well that's what you gotta deal with

when you live in a car. - [Ricky] I can't sleep.

- [Julian] Go to sleep. You know what?

You're movin' out of here tomorrow.

- Why?

- [Julian] 'Cause your drivin' me nuts.

You're shootin' guns off in the middle of the night.

- It's not a big deal, Julian.

- [Julian] Think, Ricky, think!

- I can't sleep is the problem.

- [Julian] Go to sleep.

[car door slams]

- Can I have the gun back in case anything happens?

- No more of that shit.

- [Ricky] I won't fire it unless I absolutely have to.

- You're not gonna fire it at all.

Go to sleep.

Idiot.

[Ricky whispers] - Fuck you.

[dog barks] Shut up.

[dog barks] Shut up!

[dog barks] Shut!

[gun fires] Up!

- [Julian] Ricky! [dog howls and bays]

Put that thing away.

[birds chirping]

[Ricky snores]

[door banging]

- I want my kitty.

- [Ricky] Frig off, Bubbles. You gave me the cat.

- I didn't say you could keep him.

And I don't want him livin' in a fuckin' car.

- Bubbles,

you've got tons of cats.

Let me keep him. - [Bubbles] He was a loner.

I loaned him to you.

- Well, I need him.

Look at my weed plants. One of them's dead.

- I don't give a flyin' fuck.

I didn't, never said you could keep him.

- What the hell you doin' waking me up so early.

- No cat of mine's gonna live in a car.

Julian?

- [Julian] Both of you guys, shut up!

- [Bubbles] Ricky won't gimme my kitty.

- Ricky, give him his cat.

- [Ricky] It's my cat now.

- [Julian] I don't care. Give him his cat.

- [Ricky] Look.

[Ricky grunts]

See that? You know why that plant's dead?

'Cause a squirrel peed in it.

That's why I need the cat.

He protects my weed plants.

I got four plants left, guys.

It's all I got left in my life.

Please, let me have one cat to protect my plants.

- Here's what I know, Ricky.

If you love somethin', let it go.

If it comes back to you, you own it.

If it doesn't, you don't own it.

[spacey music]

And if it doesn't, your an asshole, just like you.

- [Julian] Stay in the car.

- [Bubbles] Give me the cat.

Bubbles, take your cat. Get out of here.

[Ricky banging on car door] Ricky, you stay in the car.

- [Ricky] Let me out of this car right now. [Ricky banging]

- Ricky, calm down!

- Fuckin' let me outta here.

I want that cat back. I need him.

- [Julian] Bubbles, get outta here.

Calm down, Ricky.

- [Ricky] I just got woken up

in the middle of a great dream,

and I'm pissed off.

[ice tinkles]

"Dear Julian, I have a neighbor who is always comin' over

to borrow my tools or askin' for snacks and other shit

when he sees me out on my porch.

He borrowed my lawn trimmer,

and after usin' up all my string, fuel

and then bring it back to me all fucked to shit,

he then had the nuts to ask me if I could help

put a new trimmer he had just bought together

and if I had any more fuckin' fuel."

Are you kiddin' me?

"How can I tell this douche moocher of a neighbor

he can't borrow any more of my shit

without bein' a complete dick about it?"

[Julian clears throat]

[Julian sighs]

Fuck. You know, you shouldn't have let the guy

fuckin' borrow your shit in the first place.

Okay?

Sounds like you got a neighbor like Ricky.

Ricky does this to people all the time.

He'll borrow the tools.

He'll either, he'll try to take them

and not give them back.

Or if he does give them back,

he'll beat the shit outta them

because of pissed off that your,

like, naggin' him, sayin',

"Give me my fuckin' tools back."

So, I mean.

[Julian sighs]

Best thing I would do with this guy,

get really drunk and high with him until he passes out

and then fuck with him, okay?

Hit him a few times, if you want.

Draw some shit on him.

I don't know, piss on him.

Do what ever you want to this guy,

but do it when he's wasted.

He'll wake up and then you'll be like, "Hey, man,"

if he says, "What you do this to me for?"

You're like, "You're a fuckin' drunk, man.

You did it to yourself.

Abuse the fuck out of him.

Like, okay, this is plan two.

After you do that, borrow the motherfucker's new trimmer.

Use his fuel. Fuck over his string.

And fuck it over and give it back to him.

If he, you know, gets mad at you,

you either punch him in the face

and say, "You fucked over my trimmer first."

Or just say, you know, "Fuck off" and, I don't now.

Just punch him in the face.

I don't know if that's great advice or not,

but I know how you feel, man.

It pisses me off that somebody

could fuck over your shit like that.

Fuck him over when he's drunk.

Fuck over his shit.

Fight him if you have to.

DJP420,

[ice tinkles]

"I need some advice.

I have a solid way to more to Florida.

The catch is, ah, is my family.

That's the only catch here.

I live in Chicago.

I'm not happy here.

I have the money moved.

But I don't wanna leave my three-year-old son nor my mom.

I'm simply not happy in Chicago.

I have to worry about myself and my wellbeing also."

Okay, you're fucked, okay?

Number one, you had the kid, all right?

The kid is your responsibility,

not your mother's responsibility.

If you're like all down on yourself

because you're not fuckin' happy in Chicago,

which is fucked because I've been to Chicago.

It's an awesome place to be

and I would fuckin' love to live there.

You kiddin' me.

All the pubs you guys have downtown by the water and shit,

turnin' your water green at St. Patrick's.

You live in a good fuckin' city.

Al Capone, come on.

Yeah, so,

you're thinkin' too much about your self here.

You think about your son.

If you can move to Florida with your son, maybe,

and make it, which you probably could,

unless your bein' a selfish bitch,

then take your son, all right?

Ended.

Fuckin' dumb.

- How the fuck does a duck have hit song, though.

Like, hey, "I'm dancin' duck and."

How's he, does he sing?

- You don't remember Disco Duck?

- [Ricky] I don't think so.

- Ricky.

- What year was it?

- [Bubbles] 1976.

- [Julian] Sing a bit of it, Bubs.

- Wasn't it just like the Village People, disco, disco duck.

- Yeah, that was it.

And they would do like a Donald Duck kind of thing.

- Okay, hold the fuck on here.

But, is the duck the one singin' the fuckin' song.

Is it a quack song.

I don't understand what the fuck a disco duck does.

- You think a duck was actually singin'

the fuckin' song, Ricky?

- Was he the singer or he was the song?

- Ducks can't fuckin' sing.

- That was my point.

- Well, it's pretty fuckin' obvious, man, that it's not-

- It could have been like the Chipmunks, though.

You know how they make chipmunks singing songs,

maybe a duck fuckin'.

I don't know how you would

shift it into a duck talk, but.

- This internet sucks.

- Pull up Disco Duck, then.

- I can't get on Mary fuckin' Antoinette's servers.

- Sing the song.

How the fuck, was it a dumb song?

How does it become number one?

I could have wrote a song called "Disco,"

look at loolie loolie chicken.

There you go.

You guys are makin' fun of that.

Maybe that could be number one.

- I think loolie loolie loolie chicken's

a fuckin' hit waitin' to happen.

- Here we go, "Disco Duck." - These chips are fucked.

- No, internet's fucked.

- It's not gonna play?

- Wow, what a fuckin' great piece of history lesson this is.

- [Bubbles] No "Diso Duck" was fuckin' huge, Ricky.

- Did you ever dance to it?

- Maybe.

- [Ricky] You disco danced to "Disco Duck," did you?

- Oh, I might have.

- Had a little shiny fuckin' kid's suit,

goin' around dancin' for fuckin' coins.

- I didn't have a shiny disco suit when I was a kid.

- Yes, you did, man.

What are you talkin' about?

- [Ricky] I do remember-

- A sliver one.

- I did not have a shiny disco suit.

- Shiny, silver, it was like a jump suit or somethin'.

- [Ricky] I thought it was white.

- Was it white.? I thought it was silver.

- I wonder if I can chew this in half.

- Ricky.

[Ricky taps table]

- All right, boys.

- I'm done.

- I gotta go build a water bong

for the fuckin' big Blue Jays game tonight.

- This internet's not working.

- Angela Lanberry, Lansbury's birthday.

- Well, that's great. Awesome.

- "Murder, She Wrote."

- Awesome.

- She'd be a-

- [Julian] Happy birthday.

- If you're gonna pick someone

not to hang out with, though, maybe.

- Oh, absolutely.

Why in the fuck would you hang out with her.

Every fuckin' where she goes, somebody gets murdered.

- Yeah, it's pretty fucked.

- "Oh, I'm goin' on vacation to the fuckin' Poconos"

Murders.

- All right, I'm take,

good job with this one, Bubs.

- [Ricky] Good job, Bubs.

- Nice facts, buddy.

- Tim Robbins' birthday.

[objects crash and clatter]

Aw.

- Jesus, Ricky.

Are you kiddin' me?

- [Ricky] Fuck!

- Like, was that necessary?

[Ricky groans]

Holy fuck.

- [Ricky] I wanted to prove I could fuckin' do it,

and I fucked up.

[sweet poignant jazz]

[seabirds squawk peacefully]

[waves lapping]

[boat chugging]

[seabirds squawk]

- [Fish] Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck off, fuck, fuck

ooh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jesus Christ!

[metal grinding]

[wildcat snarls]

[latch closes]

- [Whispering voice] Fuck off.