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Gentlemen, look what I got here.
What are those?
Oh, just some brownies...
-...of the pot variety. HOG-HEAD: Whoa.
-What? -We're not on spring break.
-Where'd you get those? -From the guy who cleans my office.
-Come on, who's in? -Ehh. Ahh ....
No.
Come on, you squares.
It's not the same as when you smoke it.
When you eat it, it's a much more mellow buzz. Makes you feel sort of relaxed.
-Are they chocolatey? -Yeah.
You know what, Rick? This is spring break.
You guys got a hall pass.
You need to live it up.
Might help your rap with the ladies at the pool later.
-Ha, ha. Correct. -You don't even have a hall pass.
So? I can live vicariously through you guys.
It's not vicarious if you're actually doing it, Hog-Head.
Get off my back. I'm just trying to enjoy a pastry here.
[Rick sighs]
Oh, what the hell.
It's not like my game could get any worse.
GARY: Come on. FRED: Do it.
-All right, give me one of those things. GARY: Hee-hee.
It's a bit naughty.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
[CHUCKLING]
WOMAN: Hurry up!
What kind of soap do you use?
RICK: In the shower? -Yeah.
WOMAN: Whats the matter with you?
-Dove. FRED: I like Dove.
I like it, it doesn't dry your skin out so much.
-Play through! -Play through.
Feel this.
-That is so soft. -Yeah.
Golly, that is soft. Hey, Hog-Head, come here, man.
You gotta feel Rick's skin, feel how soft it is.
HOG-HEAD: Ha-ha-ha. -Hog-***, you okay?
What the hell is he doing?
[GIGGLING]
RICK: He's got back spasms.
-Not him. Him. GARY: No, they were delicious.
-Think your mother would give the recipe? -Gary! What are you doing?
I'm talking to the guy who cleans my office!
He says we took way too much!
We're only supposed to eat, like, a quarter of a brownie each!
[LAUGHING]
What?
Look, this is the third time I've had to flag your group, and you're on the 4th hole.
Now, if I have to come out here again, you're done.
-Sorry, we're gonna pick it up. -Ha,ha.
I'll see you, Jorge.
[LAUGHING]
Where was the last place you saw it?
On one of the fairways. I grabbed e club, took e swing, looked around, gone.
-Vanished? -Yes.
Dude, where's my golf cart?
GARY: Not funny. -Fred, knock it off.
HOG-HEAD: Hey, guys, I need to take a poo.
Give us a second here.
I think it's been stolen.
-Who's gonna steal a golf cart? -Criminals.
-It's probably jacked up on bricks now. -Gary, you're being paranoid.
-I'll tell you this. I do remember this. -What's up with this ***?
I saw it on the 11th tee. That's the last I saw it.
-We're on the sixth hole. -They're cutting.
Did we skip five holes?
***, where are my kids?
Anybody have any napkins?
Come on, man!
We're getting cut on by the Joy Luck Club.
[HORN HONKING]
FRED: Nobody cares about this?
-Is that the marshal? -Should we say something?
[HORN HONKING]
Cops! Run for it! Cutters!
[HOG-HEAD GRUNTS]
HOG-HEAD: Whoa. Oh ....
-Speed up, speed up! -I can't! I've got it floored!
[HORN HONKING]
Well, cut through the woods!
[HOG-HEAD & GARY GRUNTING]
RICK: Come on! FRED: Come on! Come on!
RICK: Hurry! FRED: Hurry!
-Go! Go! Go! RICK: Come on!
[HOG-HEAD & GARY YELLING]
FRED: Go, go, go!
[BRITNEY & ED SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Ed. Britney.
Clones.