Original subtitles

Hey, there's a guy who looks like he's ready

to take the world by the balls and never stop squeezing.

-Oh, that's it? -That's it.

-How nice and simple. -Here, eat this.

-This for me? -Yeah, breakfast burrito!

I can't have my business partner pounding the pavement

-on an empty stomach. -Oh, my God!

Fuck, come on, man. Smaller bites, smaller bites!

Yeah, or maybe make a tighter burrito...?

Really?

-Was that our first fight? -Yeah, I think so.

[chuckles] Well done.

-You, too. -Let me get that for ya.

[whirring]

That's working like a charm.

-Aw! -Oh, man!

That was my best vacuum.

Damn it, that was my only tie.

Well, it was your tie, but all right.

Well, I better take my leave.

Don't wanna be late on my first day,

-right, business partner? -You're right.

-Here, don't forget this. -No, no, no.

I'm not really a coffee guy. Makes me shit.

Neither am I.

-Fuck, what? -Thermos bong.

-What do you think? -I think

you're the best business decision I ever made.

Time for a quick rip?

It's 8:00 in the morning.

-Yeah, right. -I'm just kidding!

Oh, fuck, you got me, man!

♪

♪

Kevin Pavarotti?

Uh, yeah. Close enough.

Hi, I'm Spencer. I manage the store.

What? "The" Spencer?

No. It's just a fortunate coincidence.

I'll say.

Uh, let me show you the problem.

So, when I go to close up for the night,

these lights just won't shut off.

-Mm-hmm. -Our electric bill is insane.

I bet. Okay.

Well-- shit. Well, sir,

I am a true professional and I will not rest

until I solve your ghost case.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Pac, you have made it.

[chuckles]

Lap of luxur-- shit.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

-No, no, shh. -Hey, I was enjoying that!

No, shh, no, no, no, man. The show is on.

You're talking about that?

That is not a show. That's a lamp, okay?

Shows have things like characters and storylines

and-- oh, shit.

That one just split into two. Look at the little baby.

I hope the baby's okay.

All right. I get it.

That's a good show.

But, unfortunately,

the show's been cancelled.

Oh, boo, man! Not cool!

-Who are you? -I am Pac.

-Well, I'm Weasel. -Well, Weasel,

I am a medium and I'm here to help you.

-You can see ghosts? -I can.

-Prove it. -Like, by talking to you?

Yeah.

-Oh. [laughs] -Yeah, you got there.

-Nice. -Okay,

tell me why you're still sticking around.

I don't really remember, man.

Okay.

All right, then. Fair enough.

What is the last thing you remember?

-I was going somewhere. -Okay.

-Any idea? Oh! -Uh, Taco's!

Going to get some tacos.

No, no, no. I was going to my buddy Taco's.

-You were going to your buddy. -Yeah.

-He is named Taco. -Yeah!

-Got it. -Oh, wait. But, no. Hold on.

He wasn't home. I was, like, really fucking hungry.

So I decided to go get some tacos.

You're going to go eat some tacos. Okay.

Now I'm totally on board. Got it.

But the taco place was closed.

So I decided to go get Mushu instead.

Mushu. Excellent choice. You were still hungry,

-after all. -No, no, no, dude.

-Mushu is my girlfriend. -What the fuck, man?

She owed me money and I decided to collect

so I could go get some...

-Tacos? -...ice cream.

No, man. The taco place was closed.

You're not listening?

You're a bad medium. You're not listening to me.

...and that's when I settled on Thai food.

Okay, Weasel.

What happened...

after you ate?

Oh, I had to fuel up for the thing.

-What thing? -It's the Bong Pong-a-thon, man!

It's, like, the biggest bong pong tournament

-in the Tri-state area. -Okay,

now we're getting somewhere.

What exactly is bong pong?

It's like beer pong with a twist to it.

Is the twist that you smoke bongs

instead of drinking beer?

The greatest game ever.

Did you ever make it to that tournament?

-No, man. -No.

I got hit by a retard bus.

Oops.

I left my partner high

and high.

-Never won the championship. -Okay, well, bingo.

That's it. That's your unfinished business.

We gotta find your partner and win that tournament.

Far out, man!

All right, let's get this show back on.

Hey, who the fuck are you again?

Doesn't matter.

♪

It's busted.

[saw whirring]

Wait till you meet Nugget, man.

He's, like, the chillest dude ever.

Awesome. I love chill dudes.

Ahem.

I believe I may be looking for your son, Nugget?

-Nugget? -Nugget.

No one's called me that name in 25 years.

Nugget? Is that you, man?

Holy shit, dude, you've aged terribly.

Okay, well, this is gonna sound, maybe, a little bit weird,

but I am a medium and I have been talking

to the ghost of your old friend Weasel.

"Easy Weasy"?

-He needs your help. -Of course!

I'd do anything for that guy.

Okay, he needs you to enter

the annual Bong Pong-a-thon this weekend

and he needs you to win.

-I can't do that. -Yes, you can.

You just need a little confidence.

I'm the Chief Resident and the Head of Neurosurgery

at the most prestigious hospital in the city.

I can't smoke weed.

-But we need you, Nugget. -But we need you, Nugget!

Nugget is dead.

-[door closes] -Whoa, man.

Hold on.

Nugget's dead, too?

I feel like I just saw him, man.

Come on, let's go.

Whoa.

Of course I've heard of bong pong.

It's like beer pong, but with a twist.

Yeah, well, the bigger twist

is that this guy's partner, Nugget,

is a 40-year-old brain surgeon

who doesn't smoke weed anymore.

What are you doing?

Well, you know how our vacuum cleans good,

but it doesn't clean great

and you and I have sort of been trying

to figure out ways to make it more powerful?

I've never once thought about the vacuum.

There's a huge market

for industrial-strength vacuums, man.

I could knock on any door in the city and sell one.

Clyde, I believe you and I don't care!

I have a ghost case to solve, man!

Why don't you just ask the ghost if you and I can enter?

Uh, no go, bro.

One of you can play for me,

but the other one has to be,

uh-- uh...

...be, um,

-we just saw him. -Nugget?

-That's right. Nugget, man. -No go, bro.

It's gotta be Nugget.

-Okay. -Team Brain Damage'd has to win.

And it's not Team Brain Damage'd without...

Nugget!

Nugget is a brain surgeon, right?

Pretty smart guy. We're smart guys.

-So... -Right.

All we have to do

is fight smart guy fire with smart guy fire.

[siren blares]

You again? What?

What are you doing here?

Yeah, hi. My brain is kind of fucked up.

I was wondering if you could take a look at it.

-Excuse me? -The tiger is in the barn!

What-- hey!

Hey! Ow! Oh, stop that!

Stop that, please!

Hey, what the hell is going on?

-Come on, come on! -Yes!

-Mm! -We have pictures of you

in a private room with a naked man.

Looks like you're gonna be competing

in that Bong Pong-a-thon after all.

Guess you're not the only smart one

in the room now, are ya, Doc?

Your-- your lens cap is on.

-Pfft. [chuckles] -Yeah, nice try.

-Oh, shit. -Fuck.

I wish I could help, but I haven't played

bong pong in forever.

I haven't even smoked weed in, like, 25 years!

You haven't smoked weed in 25 years?

Okay, all right, you know what? Ahem.

Fine, we will leave.

Okay.

But only after you take a hit from this joint.

I don't know. I-- I'll pass.

You can pass,

but you've gotta puff-puff first.

If my wife found out I was smoking pot again,

-she'd ground me. -[exhales]

I mean she would leave me. She'd leave me!

Your wife sounds like a huge cunt.

She's very particular.

Particularly huge cunt.

I mean-- I mean, sure, sure,

we could have sex more often

than the third Thursday of every month.

And it's true,

it could be a position other than missionary.

And, yeah, she decided I was vegan,

but a quinoa steak

is-- [sighs]

-give me that fucking joint. -Yeah, here.

-[sneezes] -Ugh!

Sorry.

The first one always makes me sneeze.

Yeah, on my tits.

Towel the door.

Yes! I'll use my robe.

Dr. Morris, dial 118.

Nugget, now, you've been out of the game for a long time.

Long motherfuckin' time!

And weed has changed.

We got a whole bunch of new strains and cross-strains

and hybrids and...

we wanna make sure you're prepared out there.

-Okay. -That's why I've compiled

every type of weed that there is.

-And we're... -Gonna smoke the shit out of it?

You bet we are!

Oh, the batteries are weird.

You gotta-- you gotta get it just right.

Montage song, kick in already!

♪

Oh, that was close!

[coughing]

You're fucking sad, both of you.

-Throw shorter. -[coughing]

Oh, God.

Throw fucking shorter.

[coughs]

Oh!

-Oh! -[pager beeping]

What? Open up.

I'm supposed to be operating on the mayor.

Right now.

[coughing]

Oh.

But seriously, I have to go.

[monitor beeping]

Scalpel.

Forceps.

Doritos...?

No?

How about, uh-- how about some reggae music?

Huh, set the mood?

All right, let's put a clamp on that.

[monitor beeping]

Are we still doing this?

-Cue the music. -Sweet!

Come on!

♪

[grunting]

Wait, how-- how is this useful?

Shh, just trust the process.

Okay.

♪

[gasps]

Ah, yeah!

This was such a great day!

Oh, we are gonna crush this "tourniement" tomorrow.

"Tourniement."

"Tourniement," is that-- is that right?

Tournament.

No, no, that's definitely not right.

Tournam--

holy shit, I have no idea anymore.

Tour-na-ment.

-"Tour-nament." -"Tour-na-ment."

Alfred!

Alfred, are you...?

Stoned?

No.

You're grounded. No tournament for you.

That sounds right.

Who are you?

That's--

Alfred, come.

♪

I'm sorry, guys. I can't do the Bong Pong-a-thon.

Shelly really put her foot down.

Hey, we're gonna break you out.

Wait, why are you whispering?

Oh, I don't know. Duh. [chuckles]

It's useless. She's-- she's got me on lockdown.

It's cool. We got a plan.

Does your plan involve

trying to pose my wife with a naked guy

and then using the pictures as blackmail?

No!

We need a new plan.

I've got one.

♪

[knocking on door]

Well, isn't today your lucky day?

-Can I help you? -No.

But I can help you.

Really?

Jack Slenderson, Clypac Vacuums.

I'm sure you've heard of us.

We're one of the big dogs in the vacuum community.

I haven't.

-Excuse me. -W-wait, uh, shoes off!

Now, when the science doctors at Clypac

set out to revolutionize

the way we suck shit up off the floor,

they knew they had to think outside the box.

Which is why this comes in a case.

That's still a box.

May I... cunt-inue?

See that blue cord?

That blue cord hooks up to the Internet.

That's what really makes the R2D2

so incredibly special.

Now, the R2D1 did not have several features.

Obviously, you've got some nice fancy lights here,

but it's incredibly functional.

In fact, let's fire it up right now!

-[whirring] -You feel that power?

You feel the power in your pussy?

It's like Christmas following a Sunday morning!

-It's very loud! -You know who hates this sound?

-Dirt. -I do, too!

♪

[laughing, chatter]

Oh, uh, excuse me. Do you know where the sign-in is?

Oh, yeah, sure!

It's just right up inside my sister's stretched-out pussy.

Oh.

Did she say it was in her sister's pussy?

"Stretched-out pussy."

You did it, man. You got Nugget.

Yeah. Some of the competition around here is pretty mean.

The key to bong pong is extreme focus.

Like, laser-fucking foc--

holy shit, man, look!

Okay, come on. Let's go do this.

♪

Here we are at the 36th Annual

Bong Pong-a-thon.

Where does the time go, huh, Gary?

It's un-fucking-believable, Jerry.

It really is. Really is.

First-round matches are underway

and right now, Team Brain Damage'd

find themselves in the middle of a real bong burner

with the Frat Buds.

Hey, just... [breathes deeply]

[exhales]

Team Brain Damage'd working off the dust.

Right again, Jer-bear.

-[applause] -Come on! What's going on?

I don't know. I-- I'm nervous, I guess.

Nervous? You're-- you're a fucking brain surgeon.

Yeah, but that's different.

This is the Bong Pong-a-thon.

The stakes are so high!

Just try and relax and have some fun.

How am I supposed to relax and have fun?

[crowd cheers] Yeah!

Why don't you let 'er rip there, Nuggles?

[pipe gurgling]

[crowd murmurs] Whoa!

Wow!

[applause, whistling]

That was a huge hit, Gary!

He's really taking it up a notch.

I wasn't even looking. Totally missed it, Jerry.

[grunts] Yes!

The doctor is in!

He's a brain surgeon.

I am a brain surgeon.

♪

[cheering]

That's what I'm talking about!

-Whoo! -It's awesome!

-Whoa! -[laughing]

[grunts]

Our championship match is set.

To no one's surprise, our returning champions,

the Tamp-Bongs, have made it all the way into the finals.

But the real story here is that of their competitor.

Coming out of a 25-year retirement,

Team Brain Damage'd.

At some point, you have to ask yourself, Jerry,

"Who gives a shit?"

All right, what is going on with you, Gary?

Susan left me. She took the kids.

[exhales] Jesus.

Do I have to stay here for the rest of this?

Yeah.

♪

Shelly, I would have to be a real maniac

to have collected all of the dog shit

from your neighborhood

and pour it right here on your carpet.

Uh, don't. Don't!

Oh, you did that!

-Oh! -Oh, look at that.

-Ugh! -You ready for the magic?

Yeah.

[motor sputters]

[sputtering]

Well, that's not good.

Well, hang on now, hang on.

I could just-- maybe if I just--

-oh, yeah. -Oh.

-Wh... -That's just

pushing the shit deeper

into the fibers of your carpet.

Oh. [groans]

Now the peanut butter has mixed.

It looks like a Reese's Pieces, but a shit version.

Here we are. It all comes down to this.

One bong to one bong.

What was that name again? Team Tamp-Bongs?

What, do you shove bongs up your p-chenks?

Team Brain Damage'd doing their best

to psych those girls out.

Shove this, cheese dick.

[groaning]

-Shit! -[groans]

Oh, my eye. I can't see.

If Team Brain Damage'd doesn't make this shot,

-they're out. -Like me.

Right out of the condo.

I can't see! I can't do it!

Yes, yes! Hey, listen to me!

Yes. Yes, you can.

Okay.

Remember your training.

-"Trust the process." -Go deep inside.

-Deep inside. -Come on.

-Okay. -Shh.

♪

No good! It's no good!

It's all over. The Tamp-Bongs have won it.

-Was I close? -No, not even cl--

oh, take the blindfold off.

Don't know why you did that. You couldn't see already.

-Oh. -You didn't have to

-add another-- -I was trying to use the Force.

I guess I'll go back to Spencer's Gifts.

I'm sorry it didn't work out, Weasel.

-It's cool, man. -Tell him, "Me, too."

You can tell him yourself. He's right there.

O-oh, I'm sorry I let you down, Weasel.

But, hey, at least we won in '87, right?

-What? -What?

You won the tournament before?

-Yeah, 1987. -Oh, that's right, man!

That's totally right!

[chuckles]

Okay, later, 'gator.

Finally done.

You wanna get out of here and get some food?

I'm just gonna take some pills. I'll watch you eat.

♪

-Hey, Pac? -What?

I know you think this whole thing

was a waste of time,

but I just wanted to say thanks.

I really needed something like this.

Oh, oh, hey!

If you ever need brain surgery,

give me a call.

I will.

And I will.

-Let's get you inside. -All right.

I don't really think

that's doing much of anything.

Do you have a vacuum cleaner?

Are you seriously asking me that?!

That's about all the time we have for today's demo.

I hope you've enjoyed what you've seen

and, uh, if you have any feedback,

negative or positive, please fill out

a customer response survey

at Clypacs.edu.

Dot E-D-U?

♪

Listen, you can hear it in my chest. Ah-hh-hh...

The first thing I want everyone to know

is that I'm feeling good and sharper than ever.

These chairs are way better than cash, am I right?

Yeah, I was mad at first,

but I'm not complaining. It feels great on my shoulder.

I think I overworked it when I ruined that lady's home.

First off, I am banning eggs on Tuesdays.

No more eggs from sundown to sunup on Tuesdays,

unless, of course, you're left-handed.

This guy is finally starting to make some sense.

Of course, I'm left-handed, so I'm biased, but...