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- [Ricky] Warning.

The following program contains really coarse language,

weed, alcohol consumption, smoking,

and sexual infer-ferlences.

This content may not be suitable for viewers under 18.

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please press the big "Go [beep] Yourself" button

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[tranquil piano music]

- Julian?

- Yeah, no.

That's not gonna happen.

- [Ricky] It could be a different Julian.

- No, they know what's,

it's a Julian's Bar and Gym, man.

- Julian.

- It could be Julian that fucked up the,

icky leaks, or-

- The who? - Pitty keys or

whatever the fuck, the, nevermind.

- [Lahey] What, the Pitty Keys?

What?

- He was a Julian, wasn't he?

- That fucked up the what?

[Lahey laughing]

- [Ricky] The lick, licky leaks, or-

- The lick, what?

What is the licky leaks?

- Wikileaks.

The Julius Assanges.

- [Ricky] Boom.

- Yeah, see?

Fucking dummy.

- Yep.

- Dude, what the fuck are you-

I can't understand you.

You're slurring.

[Lahey laughing]

- Look who's dumb and who's dumber now.

- Why don't you fuck-

what are you on his side?

- I don't know.

- He doesn't know what he's talking about.

- Julian, that's because I had brownies for breakfast.

I'm sorry, but I came-

- [Ricky] How much liquor did you have for breakfast?

- What was the particular liquor that I had for breakfast?

- [Ricky] Yep.

- It was decanted.

I don't know what I poured in there,

but it was a mixture.

- [Ricky] A decanted?

- I poured it all in one same bottle.

- [Ricky] So. [laughs]

- It was a little of this and a little of that.

[Ricky and Lahey laughing]

- [Julian] That's fucked.

- [Ricky] That's quite a way to start the day.

- Well, that's how alcoholics usually start their day.

With a fucking crazy-ass drink like that.

- Julian,

I have a question for you.

- [Julian] What?

- Under what circumstances,

first of all, have you ever heard of

"The Randy and Lahey Show"?

Oh, no, no, "Lahey and Randy Show".

Whatever the fuck it's called.

- Thought it was called "The Randy Show and Lahey".

- Something like that.

- The other show,

another show that's on the SwearNet?

- Yeah, yeah. Have you ever seen that show?

- I've never watched it.

- Neither have I, Julian.

So we're fucking even,

but I'll just tell you one thing

that you should remember.

[Julian sighs]

Forgot what I was gonna say.

- All right. Moving on.

- Oh yeah, I want you to be a guest.

- Want, no. - Yeah, yeah.

- That's a great idea. - No fucking chance.

- Yeah, what? Isn't that a great idea?

- [Ricky] Yeah, I think you'll have

a really good time, Julian.

- And it should be for a goatee contest.

And we should invite all the handsome fucking dudes

around that got goatees.

And we can-

- I really want to sit around with a bunch of dudes

with fucking goatees, talking about-

- No, no, no.

It would be at Metro Center.

There'd be thousands of them there with their goats.

- What the, are you, what?

- They'd win prizes. - Sounds like a good time.

You should do it, man.

- Would you shut the fuck up? - Sounds really fun.

[Lahey laughing]

- I would not want to do that.

- You'd love it.

- That's the last fucking thing in the world

I'd want to do.

- You could put on a goatee clinic.

Or set up a booth.

- Going to a goatee contest and-

- Yep.

- Hanging with a bunch of guys and him.

- I've seen some of their shows and

I think you would have a lot of fun.

They treat their guests very well.

They, uh-

Yeah, no. You'd have a really good time.

[Lahey laughing]

- what's so fucking funny?

- [Ricky] Nothing. - Nothing.

- [Ricky] Just go on the show and you'll find out.

- Not gonna, it's not gonna happen.

- [Ricky] Lahey doesn't even drink.

And he's not attracted to any of the guests,

so you don't have worry about that.

- Julian.

- Like, what the fuck is he doing on these shows?

[chair scrapes on floor]

It's not, like,

why are you moving over closer to me?

- [laughs] I wanna see what you're looking at.

- Jesus Christ.

- Pablo Escobear.

The lizard-

Oh, look.

Did you know, guys, that I can do card tricks?

- Can I show you-

- I'm sure the people watching this,

they're just gonna love seeing your fucking card trick.

- Most people listen to it.

Can't even see it. - Give me one minute.

One minute for the card trick, okay?

We take a deck of cards like this, right?

- [Ricky] Yep.

- And we go like this.

[Lahey makes ripping noise]

Like that.

- [Ricky] That was pretty cool.

- And we hold the cards up like this.

- [Ricky] Okay.

- And then we take the cards like this.

We take them like that.

Put them like this.

And then we go- [blows air]

Like that.

And we go, whoop like this,

and we go, ta-da.

- [Ricky] Jesus Christ.

- And fucking blow your mind.

- That was pretty fucked, I have to tell you.

- I know how he did it.

- Could be the drugs.

- How did I do it?

- You bring up close, you, it's just a card trick.

- It was a good one.

[Lahey laughing]

- It's a shitty one.

- So, you started your day with liquor?

- Yeah.

- We were reading this fucking thing about this,

we're kind of fans of this Hunter S. Thompson fella.

- Oh, fuck. He's wonderful.

- [Ricky] He's a fucking nightmare.

- They shot his remains in the cannonball

up to the Earth of orbits.

- So, we should compare how he spends his day

to how you spend your day.

- [Ricky] He used to get up at 3:00 PM.

- Yeah.

- Then he'd start with Chivas Regal,

with the morning paper. - Now you're bullshitting me.

He didn't get up to drink-

- [Ricky] 3:05, yeah.

- [Julian] 3:05, to drink.

- What, are you reading this?

- This is his schedule.

- [Ricky] 3:45- - Ugh, tell me about it.

- [Ricky] 3:45, Cocaine.

3:50, another glass of Chivas.

4:05, first cup of coffee and some Dunhill.

4:15, Cocaine.

- Dunhill?

- 4:16, orange juice, Dunhill.

- Oh, is that a cigarette?

- I guess so.

4:30, cocaine.

4:51, cocaine.

5:05, cocaine. - [Lahey] No.

5:11, coffee, Dunhill. - [Lahey] No, no, no, no.

- 5:30, more ice and Chivas.

5:45, cocaine.

6:00 PM, grass to take the edge off.

- Take The edge off.

- 7:05, he'd head to the Woody Creek Tavern.

- He used to go there every day.

- [Ricky] For lunch, he would get a Heineken,

two margaritas, two cheeseburgers,

two orders of fries, a plate of tomatoes.

That's an odd one.

Cole slaw, a taco salad, double order of onion rings,

carrot cake, ice cream, bean fritter,

Dunhills, another Heineken, cocaine,

- You could make this up. - And for the ride home,

a snow cone. - [Lahey] Don't believe them.

- A glass of shredded ice, over which is poured,

three or four jiggers of Chivas.

9:00 PM, cocaine. - Hey.

- 10:00 PM, drops acid.

[laughs] 11:00 PM, Chartreuse, cocaine, grass.

11:30, cocaine.

- This is insane.

This is not true.

- Midnight. - Yep.

- No, nobody can do that.

- At midnight, he's ready to write.

So he starts work at midnight.

[Ricky laughing]

And then he does a bunch of more fucking cocaine,

grass, coffee, booze, orange juice.

- That's ridiculous.

- And he goes to bed at 8:20 in the morning,

after eating some fettuccine

and some champagne in the hot tub.

- It's from Shit the bed.

Dear Julian.

I need your professional opinion

on a home matter.

My brother-in-law, who is 20 years old,

has moved into my house, along with my wife,

and our nine year old son, and our newborn.

We let him stay because he got kicked out

of his mother's home for being disrespectful,

and just being an asshole. [sips]

He will not clean up after himself

and is a constant nuisance.

What's the best way to get him to leave

without hurting him or causing bad blood?

Usually in a situation like this,

I wouldn't care to hurt someone,

but I'm going to have to be around

with him for the rest of my life.

What should I do?

Holy fuck, man.

Number one,

you should have good talk with your wife and say,

"Hey, what's the scoop on your brother?

He's a fucking dick.

Maybe you should talk to him and tell him

to smarten the fuck up or get the fuck out."

That's what I would do.

But, if you got a problem with talking your wife,

because a lot of people in relationships,

I guess, don't communicate that well.

You go up to the guy,

I mean, this is your fucking house, man.

Okay?

This is your kingdom.

This fuckhead's coming in and making a mess,

not cleaning up after himself.

You gotta go hard on this asshole.

You gotta say,

"Listen man, I'm letting you into my home. Okay?

I love you as a brother-in-law or stepbrother,

whatever the fuck you are,

but you gotta stop up fucking up my house

and you gotta stop being a dick

or you get the fuck out."

This is an easy one to handle.

Go to the wife first.

Then dig into this guy and say, "No offense.

Maybe you'll respect me more for talking to you, bud,

but you're a fucking, you're a bum.

Clean up your act."

- Oh-ho-ho-ho, you little tickler.

Yeah, I gotta keep Little Ricky hidden real good,

because I'm so worried about him.

I'm going to build him a home, you know?

Like, some people say different things about a home.

Like, home is the heart of the universe,

or home, roam where you're home.

I put you in, like, a trap door.

Like this.

So, you can get in and out and then, like,

I can seal you up, and then you'll be safe.

So, no one can take you away from me.

I didn't really ever think I'd, like,

feel so much affection for, like, a critter.

Like, I really didn't have a lot of critters

when I was little, so this is kind of like my first pet.

So, I'm just basically head over heels

and I love him so much.

- Maybe I'll put like some cocks, you like cocks, right?

There's a long, thin one,

big long pecker and a little bit of fuzz up there.

[rat squeaking]

Oh.

Oh, fuck, smokes for sure.

This is a fresh smoke. Okay.

That's your extra backup one, do a little crosshatching.

That's, fucking, a technical term.

Here's a fresh doob, twisted up for you there.

Then there's the filter?

For the entrance, Ricky, what do you want there?

[rat squeaking]

Are you serious?

Okay.

Your fucking shit mobile,

I don't know, that's a little tricky. Let me see.

Oh, you gave me a little quiver

when you're feeling emotions.

[rat squeaking]

It's okay, bud.

[rat squeaking]

Yeah, I know there's no doors. I know.

I fucking know.

Woo.

Okay. You want it like L-I-T-T, little?

Little apostrophe, little.

And then I'll put over here, for good measures,

"Fuck off". Okay?

Oh yeah, here we go.

Shred it.

It's bigger, too.

You could, like, fit the whole family in there.

[rat squeaking]

No, I won't be able to sleep in there with you.

Cool your jets, in you go.

There you go, Little Ricky.

Now watch this. Close it up.

You feel secure, bud?

[rat squeaking]

Safe and sound. Then I'll do the four fold.

Here you go. There, now look.

Hey, bud.

There you are, Your home sweet fucking home, Ricky.

He's my best friend.

Now watch this, I'll fucking airlift you outta here.

[imitating helicopter whirring]

It's better than your own personal helicopter, buddy.

Fucking right on. Smokes, let's go. [laughs]

Well, me and Ricky are, like, thick as thieves, as usual.

So you know,

I'm going to do what it takes to keep him hidden.

Like, I'm never going to let him go.

Come hell or high water, Ricky's my buddy, you know.

Like, I'll protect him till the end.

Till death do us part, we're pretty much married.

Oh, you want some more hash?

Woo-hoo-hoo.

You love your hash, I can't fucking believe it.

You're Little Ricky, for sure.

Oh, you gobbled it right up, eh?

Holy fuck.

You're a hash maniac.

- [Intercom Officer] Hey, Terry.

- What?

- [Intercom Officer] We don't need to come down there,

do we?

- No.

Ricky.

Fuck.

- [Intercom Officer] Get it out or we're coming down.

- Don't come down here.

Fuck off.

Fuck, I knew it's too good to be true.

Ricky, you gotta come out, bud.

Come on, pal. We gotta go.

- [Intercom Officer] All right, we're coming down.

- Can't stay here. Fuck off.

Go, Ricky, go. Go be free. [cries]

- Yeah so, Ricky had to go, you know,

that's just the way it is.

Like, the guards were on to us

and it was either him or me, so to speak,

so I sent him off and

I don't even mind, you know what I mean?

- Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more.

[upbeat blues rock music]

Yeah.

We're not going to need this anymore, I don't think.

There they are.

Ta-da.

I've come back to claim my jewelry.

- Well, you'll have to earn it, buddy.

- I'm going to earn it.

Look, boys. I brought my black pants.

I see you're not wearing your black pants.

Well, I don't want anyone disqualifying me this time

cause I'm wearing some shitty pants.

I'm going to go and put these pants on

and I'm going to reclaim the trophy.

- Good luck.

- 20 years, bud, I waited for this.

- Well, I like your optimism.

Man, he looks the same.

I don't think he's cleaned up at all.

- Everybody said that he got banned

for not wearing black pants,

but there's times, I don't think he had pants on at all.

- Be right back.

- I thought he died.

Holy shit.

[ball rolling] [pins crashing]

Well, when you come in and you got vomit over your pants,

two different bowling shoes.

Oh, he was just something else.

I mean, when it was just turn to bowl,

you could never find him.

- Boys-

- Jeez, you smell bad.

Are you sure you changed your pants?

Come on.

- There was one incident I remember.

Machine seemed to jam or something.

The balls weren't coming back.

So Jim said, "I'll go down and fix it."

You know, he went down. He never came back.

- They found him on a turntable down there.

That's why the balls weren't coming back.

- We're going to have a little drinkie-poo,

just to show there's no hard feelings,

you little shit-weasel.

Here we go.

It's two year old rock vodka.

To your health.

- He was drinking some weird stuff.

We had no idea what it was.

- Oh, that's fucking good.

- They're letting him back in these lanes, after 20 years,

it's just unbelievable.

Like, they should never, ever even let him in.

- Here's a little ruley-poo.

You get a strike and you gotta have little drinkie.

And you get a spare, you gotta have a little drinkie.

- I don't think he has a snowball's chance in hell

in getting that trophy back.

- Here we go, boys.

First ball.

Ah, for fuck's sake. That's a practice.

That's a prac-

League rules is a practice.

Yeah, your best two out of three.

Best fucking two out of three, boys.

You know, that's the rule.

This is shit bag. I'm going over here.

Ah, for fuck's sakes.

Okay, watch this.

Pew.

[guys yelling in disapproval]

Ta-da.

That wasn't a gutterball.

- That was a gutterball.

♪ I'm leaving it all up to you ♪

♪ Gonna change, la-da-dee-da-da ♪

♪ Da-Da, for fuck's sakes, I got dee-da-lee-dee ♪

- Okay, boys.

Now the game begins.

What's your name again?

Oh, no.

Oh, you guys are friggle-fragged.

Ta-da. - Woo.

- Here's a little drinkie-poo.

Well, get a drinkie-poo

You guys have met your Waterloo.

- Pick her up guys. Come on.

- [All Bowlers] Oh.

- [Doug] Come on, kick it over.

- Was that a 10 or a spare?

- [Doug] That's a 10.

- You get a little sip for this, for a 10.

Straight goods.

- [Doug] Woo.

- Don't cross your shit line.

Have another little sippy-poo.

[pins crashing]

I deserve to win.

I'm the best bowler than-

[pins crashing]

- [All Bowlers] Oh.

- Holy moly.

[pins crashing]

Ta-da.

Another little drinkie-poo.

Drain the cup, bud. Drain the cup.

- [All Bowlers] Oh.

- [Lahey] What a ball.

- [Henry] There it is.

- You deserve a little drinkie-poo.

You deserve a little drinkie-poo.

My turn.

All right.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, that's him. I remember him now.

- I got one.

- Guys, I never-

- Have a drink. Have a drink to that.

- Ah, you're right. I'll just have a little drinkie-poo.

- Yeah. Have another drink.

- Oh, that sucks.

[Lahey grunting]

- [Carl] Oh, what a ball. What a ball.

You all right, Jim? - [Doug] You all right, Jim?

- [Carl] You all right?

- I still get another ball. I get another one.

- It's going to be-

- You. You, so far.

Oh, I got a slock.

I got slock a liquor in my eye.

[Lahey grunts]

That wasn't, you know, a hundred percent,

but that's cause that ball was fucked.

This ball here, this ball here,

this ball here is,

twin fucking brothers is what the ball was.

- Hey, you guys.

It's so great to see you cockheads.

- Fucking hell, man. - Fucking, right on.

- Hey Sebastian, how you doing?

- Oh and you brought a puppet, man.

This is great because I dig puppets.

- That's Bobby Turkalino and Little Ricky.

- Ha, ha, ha. - [Sebastian] Right on.

- Well, it's not quite a ton, man,

but this should last you quite a goddamn while.

- You're telling me that this whole thing

is filled with honey oil.

- Well, it's not quite full, but fuck yeah,

there's a lot in there.

- Holy shit.

Ricky, I didn't think you were

talking about an actual ton.

- Look, I speak the fucking words,

my brain thinks out to me.

Did you or did you not say I would take whatever you got?

- Yeah. But not a whole goddamn barrel dude. Like, really?

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- Calm down, Ricky.

How much were we plan on buying?

- Not a barrel.

- What about 125 grand?

- Jesus. No man, not a fucking chance.

- Look, this is the best shit I ever smoked.

It's maple flavor. Try it.

[Sebastian coughs]

- Holy

sweet mother

of maple syrup trees.

This is the greatest honey oil that I, myself,

have ever experienced.

What the? This is fucking delicious.

We need 125 grand to buy the trailer park, we live in.

If we don't, these two fuckheads are going to come in,

buy the place and kick us the fuck out.

[Sebastian sighs]

How bout I give you the whole goddamn thing for 125 grand?

- What? Are you nuts?

There's 400 grand worth of fucking honey oil in there, man.

That's my retirement.

- What's better? Do you want everybody to lose their homes?

[Ricky sighs]

- I know what it's like. [sighs]

I know what it's like to lose my crib.

I know what it's like to lose my band and my chick.

And it fucking sucks ass.

You know what? Fuck it.

I'm taking the whole barrel.

125 dollarinies worth. Let's fuckING do it.

Let's blaze and the puppet.

- Oh, fucking come on.

- Fucking right. $125,000 worth of this shit.

Get it in the fucking bus.

Let's go, get it loaded. Open it up.

Let's go. Let's blaze.

Come on, right now.

- Do you think you're an alcoholic?

- Yeah. - Not in the least bit.

- When you started drinking, Julian?

- When I was six or seven, I started drinking.

- [Ricky] Do you drink every day?

- [Lahey] Six or seven?

- I drink every day, but the problem,

the thing is with me, I pace myself.

Okay? - Julian.

- I never have memory loss, ever.

I don't have hangovers.

I just keep it at this even steady pace man, all day.

Unlike you, who, look at that,

There's that much already.

- Look, it should be down.

I was so interested in what Ricky was reading over there

about Humper Thompson.

- [Ricky] Am I an alcoholic?

- And then you just ruined it.

Why? You've got a fucking cup there.

- [Ricky] Lahey.

- That was, I was drinking to you, Julian.

Because you made it all the way to the fucking middle, bud.

- I know where your lips fucking always end up, every day.

Okay. - Well, I'll finish it up.

- And I'm not drinking outta that fucking bottle.

- Guess this all happened-

- Where do they end up?

- What?

- Where do his lips end up? What do you mean by that?

- I don't even, let's not get into that.

Just think about it.

[Lahey laughing]

- That tells ya, Julian,

the more you describe the possibilities,

the more I think you and I

think along the same fucking wavelengths.

And I think there's some kind of,

why am I attracted to you?

I mean, I fought it all my life.

- Wait. No, no, no.

- No, I fought it all my life.

- We're not fucking talking about this shit, Lahey.

- Listen, Is it because of your pheromones?

Is it because how you look?

- [Ricky] What are pheromones?

- Pheromones are those juices that people can't detect.

- I need a fucking drink. I need this.

- Yeah. And, and-

- And if you get more-

- Is that the stuff a dog smells?

- Dogs are a million times better noses on 'em

than fucking anybody I know.

- I don't know about that, but.

- They do.

- They fucking do.

Like, 1400 thousand times. - [Julian] Bloodhounds.

They fucking track people, man, with dogs.

- Hmm.

- Drug dogs.

Do you think you're better than a drug dog at an airport?

- They're not all that fucking smart.

- Yeah, they are.

They can detect anything.

They can detect, like, they use 'em for Wikileaks,

oil leaks in the pipelines.

- Wikileaks. - Really?

- Yeah.

- They put a little fucking Mason jar

in the underground and then the dog goes up

[imitates dog barking]

and he sniffs out the Mason jar.

- So if you were in grade six,

so what if a dog could've came up to you

with those short shorts on said,

"You know what, bud?"

- [Lahey] Yeah.

- "You might want to rethink that wardrobe

cause something bad's about to happen to you.

You're about to leak."

- They probably know what an anal leakage is all about.

They'd probably be faking- [Lahey laughing]

- What are we talking about, guys?

- Boys, I'm in hell right now.

This is not the fucking way I wanted this day to go.

I don't even give a fuck

about all this other shit I prepared.

- Am I a alcoholic or a drug addict?

- You're both man, but- - Really?

- You're a good kind of alcoholic, drug,

you're not a drug addict.

You like to smoke a lot of weed. That's fine.

Smoke as much as you want.

- I don't do many other drugs.

Mushrooms.

- Mushrooms are fine.

- Once every couple weeks or once a week or whatever.

- You don't drink a lot.

You just, like, you're a weekend alcoholic.

- Well, I drink every day. I don't get really drunk.

I get drunk memory loss twice a week. Is that bad?

- No, at least five times a week.

You drink about five times a week to memory loss, man.

- Liquormen's, I've just realized

it makes you feel friendlier.

- [Ricky] Really? - It's a friend. Yeah.

- So does hash and

honey oil and

marijuana. [laughs]

But does liquor makes you friendlier?

Cause I've never noticed that over the years.

- I was just-

- You should switch to Liquormen's

if it's making you friendlier, please.

- I feel like-

- It is a happy kind of a booze.

You do, like, you don't get the "Err" when you drink it,

like rum does sometimes.

Right?

- I feel like we have, through the years,

been at each other's throats.

- [Ricky] Do you think?

- And I think for this moment to happen right now,

for us to sit here, the three musketeers.

- No, no, no.

We are not the three fucking musketeers,

nor will we ever be.

- I'll cheers,

if you admit was all your fault and we can move on

and I'll fucking cheers up to that, I guess.

- Okay. I do.

- [Julian] No, we're not. - I do.

- [Julian] We're not having a makeup session, here.

- I admit it was-

- No, that is not what this podcast is about.

- Let's hug, Ricky. [laughs]

- Go ahead, guys. Go for it.

No, no, no, no. Not me, Lahey.

Keep your fucking hands off me.

- I'm just teasing, I'm just teasing.

- You're lucky I'm high, right now.

[Lahey laughs]

- Yeah, I know.

So, this is our podcast? Okay, so why don't-

- How are you and Randy, these days?

- Let me read this.

What, Randy?

- Yeah. Are you guys still good?

- Yeah, Randy is what you can call-

- [Julian] An idiot.

Idiot.

- Randy's not half as dumb as people think he is.

- [Julian] He's more dumb.

- You know-

- He was. - [Lahey] Yeah.

- I saw him trying to wear shirts.

He was putting plastic bags over his skin

and then wearing some shirts.

That was kind of weird, but.

- Yeah, but it's psychosomatical.

- Which means?

- Which means, it's all in your head.

Like he thinks-

- [Ricky] Oh, fuck. I agree.

- If he thinks that if he wears his shirt, he'll break,

cause he got pissed on by a horse in that parade.

Right?

- [Ricky] I don't remember that.

- You remember that parade?

- That's, that's-

- He got pissed on by-

- [Ricky] And that's what started at all?

- You remember for fuck's sakes.

- Yeah, I know.

I know there was something about the-

- He was 11 years old or something.

How old was he? - [Ricky] I thought he was-

He decided he didn't wear shirts after that.

- And he liked it. That was the funny thing.

- I thought it was a bull. - He just sat there

and just took it all.

It was like he was in a sprinkler or something.

- That just shows how depraved you are.

Just to imagine that scenario.

- I was there.

He was enjoying it.

- This is awful.

You know, Julian.

- But I still think he has a rash problem.

Okay.

I'm not cheersing you.

- You were enjoying watching it?

- That's not happening.

- I didn't enjoy it.

I was just there, for fuck's sakes.

You were there.

- You couldn't look away.

- It was funny as fuck, man.

- Yeah, that does sound pretty funny.

- Dancing around in a piss sprinkler.

- Oh, God.

I can just see little Randy.

- Fuck that was gross.

- That'd be sad.

That'd be, like, you could cry about that,

if you think about it.

Sitting there and the guy having,

the horse stopped.

Like everything's running,

the horse stopped and the crowd, they was going roar.

Just, quieted to nothing.

[tranquil piano music]

[boat engine chugging]

[water lapping] [birds chirping]

- [Fish] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- [Ricky] [whispers] Fuck off.