- Hubbs: Hey Tack, we'll trade you this half-joint of burlsense bud for the chicks.
- Tack: Fucking skank weed, man.
- Hubbs: Ok. How about we give you this entire bottle of the Schnappster, you tell us where the chicks are?
- Tack: That shit makes me hork.
- Hubbs: Come on, this will get six fat chicks all William Holden-style fucked up.
- Tack: [contemplates it for a second] Fuck that!
- Lanie: C'mon, it's our last day in LA, let's at least have some fun.
- Jill Wajakawakawitz: What's gonna be so fun, about watching those two burnouts get totally wasted and thrash my Dad's place?
- Lanie: They're not gonna do that. I'll get 'em to take us somewhere or something.
- Jill Wajakawakawitz: [Scoffs] Yeah, tell me about it. They're probably out there right now pissing in the ice tray.
- Lanie: Don't be so paranoid. They're not that lame.
- [Scene cuts to a floor-up view of Joe and Hubbs quietly laughing with the sound of ice tray filling with piss]
- [Crump's brother is kicking down the door and Joe and Hubbs run to hide in the kitchen]
- Hubbs: Oh man... Crump's brother is going to kick our ass bad. But it was worth it, eh dude? That chick was rad.
- Joe: Uh... yeah, man.
- Hubbs: What? You blew it? You didn't go for it?
- [Joe looks away]
- Hubbs: I should kick your ass myself.
- Joe: So you got a plan tonight, or what?
- Hubbs: Fuck yeah, I got a plan, man. I got a radically hellacious plan! First, we get a shitload of tall cans, right? Them, an eight-ball... no... quarter O-Z. Fifth of Jack, just to take the edge off, then we spark up the thick, burlacious ganja-bud, get those chicks all horn-dogged out.
- Joe: Hubbs, man, we're just gonna do what we always do. We'll drive around like dumb-fucks, then we're gonna wind up at that Stop 'n Go place, man, eatin' those Renaldo's burritos.
- Hubbs: Shut up, Joe, fag! You go an attitude problem, man!
- Joe: Shit! My Tape! This fuckin' machine just scarfed my tape!
- Hubbs: Big shit, man, put in another.
- [Don't fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult begins playing]
- Hubbs: What the fuck is that?
- Joe: It's "Don't fear the Reaper", man.
- Hubbs: Hey, you're not playin' that pussy shit in the Blue Torpedo, man. I told you!
- Joe: It's Blue Oyster Cult.
- Hubbs: I don't give a fuck if it's Blue Oyster Cult, man. It's a pussy song!
- Joe: If it's B.O.C., how can it be pussy?
- Hubbs: Lemme' tell you something, every band puts out at least one pussy song so they can find out who the faggots are. Now, take it out!
- Joe: Fuck you, man!
- Hubbs: Fuck me?
- [slaps Joe in the chest and puts him in a head lock]
- Joe: OW!
- Hubbs: It's a pussy song! Say it! It's a pussy song, huh, faggot? Say it! Say it, it's a pussy song!
- Joe: Okay, it's a pussy song!
- [Joe takes the tape out]
- Hubbs: I told you it's a pussy song!
- Jill Wajakawakawitz: Guy kinda reminds me of Mondo Man.
- Lanie: Yeah kind of.
- Joe: Who the fuck is Mondo Man?
- Jill Wajakawakawitz: Oh, he's just some dude.
- Joe: Check it out, man. It's Tack.
- Hubbs: [laughs] The Tackmeister? That fuckin' pud! Hang a loogie on him!
- Joe: All right.
- [Joe rolls down the window and spits at Tack, hitting Tack square in the jaw]
- Tack: AW!
- Hubbs: Tack, you cack!
- Tack: Hey, man, I got some chicks!
- Hubbs: [brings car to screeching halt] Tack's got some chicks?
- Tack: Man, why'd you guys spit at me?
- Hubbs: [slaps Joe on the shoulder] Joe, fag! You spit on my buddy Tack, man!
- Joe: You fuckin' told me to!
- [Hubbs slaps Joe again]
- Hubbs: Well, you can spend the night at home spanking the monkey with your granpappy but I'm getting laid.
- Hubbs: Ever since you got hit by that laser at that Blue Oyster Cult Show you've been acting like a pussy!
- Joe: Shit man! I gotta get that chic's phone number. How do you spell Weijikowokawitz anyway?
- Hubbs: What are you gonna fucking call her man? That's the whole point. Shes from up north! You never have to see her again! You didnt even pork her, thank god!
- Joe: Hubbs, man. You just dont get it, do you? Man, I was digging on that chic!
- Hubbs: What did she have like a great personality? Ahahaha! You're thinking too much pussy!
- Officer Dean: You guys probably think I'm a real butthead. You think I didn't want to taste a beer when I was your age? Hell, they used to call me "Dixie Cup" Dean.
- Joe: Wow... that's... cool.
- Norm Hankey: Tack, what are you doing here, man?
- Tack: Oh, fuck you, Snot Rag, let's book!
- Norm Hankey: Don't call me that, all right? My last name's Hankey.
- Tack: [sarcastically] All right, Hankey. Don't have a spazz. Come on, bro, let's get us some poontang!
- Officer Dean: You guys probably think I'm a real butthead. Listen, you think I didn't want to drink a bunch of beer and piss in somebody's pool when I was your age? Hell, they used to call me "Quick Dick" Dean.
- Teen: More like "Limp Dick."
- Officer Dean: You kids probably think I'm a real butthead. You think I didn't want to sneak into some girl's house when I was your age? Hell... they used to call me "Doggy Door" Dean. I was a good 2nd floor man too.
- Lanie: Who the fuck are you.
- Hubbs: I'm Hubbs, and this is my buddy Joe.
- Joe: We heard about a party.
- Lanie: Yeah where did you hear that.
- Joe: Tack.
- Lanie: Who's Tack.
- Hubbs: Just some dude.
- Joe: We heard it from Crump's brother.
- Lanie: You guys got any Blow?
- Joe: No.
- Lanie: Got any Crank?
- Joe: [Shakes his head]
- Lanie: Got any Luuds?
- [qualuudes a downer]
- Lanie: Well what kind of party will this be?
- Hubbs: We got alcohol.
- Lanie: What some some...
- Hubbs: We got the schnappster.
- [peppermint schnapps]
- Lanie: Bitch'in.
- Hubbs: Don't you dig schapsteria.
- Lanie: When I was in seventh grade.
- Hubbs: So what do you drink these days.
- Lanie: Think you can score 151.
- Hubbs: Sure, anything you want babe.
- Lanie: That stuff makes me crazy.
- Hubbs: Yeah we know what you mean.
- Lanie: Don't let me down now boys.
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