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You're stewed, butt-***!
Who, me?
Know what time it is?
Uh, 2:00?
Time to pay the fiddler.
I was kind of counting on you
to be human about this.
Here's the bottom line, Wyatt.
I'm telling Mom and Dad everything.
And I'm even considering making up some ***.
All right, Chet. Name your price.
$175 and zero cents, cash...
New bills, crisp and clean,
in my wallet by 7 A.M.
Thank you.
Hey, what are big brothers for?
See you upstairs.
How to be jilted.
Pllllttt.
Shh.
The boozehounds return.
What a joke!
Hi, girls.
Feeling kind of queasy?
How about a nice greasy pork sandwich
served in a dirty ashtray?
He pukes, you die.
He's not laughing at you, Chet.
Yes, I am.
Did you tell Chet about the woman we made tonight?
He's drunk.
No ***.
No ***, Chet.
You donkey dicks couldn't get laid in a morgue.
You're absolutely right.
You're absolutely right, Chet.
Hey, Gary.
What?
Ha ha ha ha!
He's an ***.
Look at his haircut.
Anybody with a haircut like that
is an ***.