A Bag of Hammers
- Who would win in a fight-
- Ultimate Warrior.
That wasn't-
I wasn't going to say
Ultimate Warrior.
Well, you said
"Who would win in a fight?"
and it's Ultimate Warrior.
You have to say,
"Aside from Ultimate Warrior,"
or give me specific choices.
- Give me some time.
- Give me some choices.
Who do you think
would win in a fight, Marty,
or Armenian Frank?
- Armenian Frank, not Italian Frank?
- No, Armenian Frank.
- Who?
- Marty.
- Why?
- Marty could have a secret weapon
that none of us know about.
Like a nuke...
Who do you think
is a better bowler?
Ultimate Warrior.
I don't want to go
I don't want to go
On my own
On my own
I don't want to go
On my own
And so you know
And then where
would the best of us be
Well some kind of flow
So jealous of ghosts
Not a candlestick maker,
not me
I don't want to go
I don't want to go...
Marty!
Look at you dumbshits
in yer bow ties!
Where did you boys
pick this up?
Valeting.
It is a 2004.
It is in great shape.
It's a nice car.
Very nice. Clean.
I'll move it easy.
- Clean interior.
- Yep.
Except for this fry I found.
Here you go, Jethro.
Alright...
Let's say six?
- What, that's fair!
- Marty, I've got a mortgage.
I'll tell you what,
eight thousand five hundred,
not a penny less.
Damn right!
Seven thousand.
- Alright, we'll take it.
- Fine.
It is endlessly f***ed up to me
that you steal cars
from dead people.
- They're not dead people.
- They're dead peoples' relatives.
- I remember when you were nice boys.
- Yes...
You're breaking
my heart, Marty.
My favorite, favorite,
favorite degenerates.
Okay, Barbara Walters
or Cloris Leachman?
Cloris Leachman, no question.
No not-I know what
you're thinking.
You're thinking Cloris Leachman
in Young Frankenstein.
- Hi y'all.
- Hey.
- How's it going?
- It's alright, alright.
I went to my school,
it's pretty close.
- Yeah-
- Uh just one thing though...
About the rent.
I was really hoping to be able
to pay the whole amount.
You know, it's just that
I haven't found work yet.
Right...
is only a two thousand
dollar cash card.
And then they tell me now
that they don't know when
the rest can be
processed, so...
- I can't really afford...
- What?
Fifteen hundred
to fourteen hundred.
Ah...
- Say a thousand a month, is that okay?
- Really?!
Thank you, thank you.
That is so nice of you!
It's pretty wonderful,
you know,
you getting on
the property ladder
at such a young age, Alan.
- Impressive.
- Yeah, thank you.
So what is it that you do?
- Hey boys.
- Hey, what it is.
- Juice.
- Thank you.
So what do you want?
- Um...
- Ah...
Well, aren't we
forgetting something?
- Ah yes.
- Alan, come on.
- Well it is a Wiggles Waffles policy.
- Alan-
That when a server -
that'd be you,
greets the customer -
that'd be us,
that you must perform the
Wiggles Waffles Wiggle.
Alan, please.
Welcome to Wiggles,
Thank you for wiggling
into Wiggles Waffles...
...Diner.
- Oh God, every time.
- So stupid!
F*** you, bed-shitter!
Whoa!
So...
what's the grift of the day?
Actually, forget it.
I don't want to know.
Well actually,
we can't decide today.
You know you should just
snatch some old ladies' purses.
- It's more direct.
- No, please.
What do we look like?
Criminals?
Well, looks can be deceiving.
That's precisely why
we're so successful.
So, Mom called yesterday.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Dad got into another bar fight.
Mom's really upset.
Well I will have the
pancakes... Pancakes?
- Yes, please.
- Pancakes, sure.
It's from both of us...
Hey, Mac, how're you doing?
- Mountain View?
- Alright.
- Another wiggle?
- Oh yeah.
Welcome to Wiggles,
Thank you for wiggling...
Who do I think is a better
bowler? Who or who?
You don't say anyone
I'm going to say me.
- Who talks that fast?!
- Me.
When do you ever-
- Yes I do. I talk this fast all the time.
- No you-
- It's ridiculous.
- Who are we burying today?
I dunno.
I left the paper at Wiggles.
Sloppy, Alan.
That's sloppy.
Sorry for your loss.
Condolences.
Is that...
Any good CD's over there?
Oh, let's see.
Kelly Clarkson.
Kelly Clarkson.
Kelly Clarkson -
Christmas Is A Time For Giving.
- Mariah Sings Kelly Clarkson,
- Dude...
- Oh my God...
- and Rammstein.
Oh right, with the
Kelly Clarkson...
What is it?
Gimme this...
Amanda?
Oh f***.
Oh f***! F***!
- F***, look at the... at the-
- Oh yeah!
Oh yeah.
Did we steal...?
- Yeah, we f***ing did!
- We stole your ex-girlfriend's car?
We stole Amanda's car.
I don't believe this.
Oh my God!
The one time
I didn't scout the paper.
- Oh sh*t. Oh sh*t.
- What?
Oh sh*t...
- Okay, just pull over.
- Okay, I am.
- Right here?
- Yeah, right here's good.
Be careful, don't hit the curb.
I'm not gonna hit the curb.
- Smiles.
- Smile, we should smile?
Yeah, we didn't do
anything wrong.
License and
registration, please.
License and registration.
Yes, uh...
Sorry.
I'm a little deaf in this ear.
Here you go.
You know at what speed
you were driving, just there?
Forty-ish
- in a twenty-five.
- Twenty-five?
School zone.
So which one of you two
is Amanda Beekler?
Amanda is my girlfriend.
Yeah, here actually...
- Here's a picture of us, right here.
- Oh yeah.
That's us.
We were at Guido's.
- It was our six-month anniversary.
- Cute.
Then we went home
and had the weirdest sex.
Alright, son.
No, apparently if you're
double-jointed here then-
Enough. I'm going to let
you two off with a warning.
- Thank you.
- You two have a pleasant afternoon.
You as well.
What are you two?
Waiters?
- Well-
- Hey, hold on, hold on.
Let's just leave the car.
With who, the florist?
Well, there's no need
to interrupt them in their...
...time of need,
so let's just drop the keys
off and get out of here.
What do you say?
You want to ding-dong-ditch
a Mercedes
that you stole from
your ex-girlfriend
on the day her father
was buried?
Yeah. I do.
That's what I want to do.
So I'm gonna do that.
Um... Amanda...
Hi.
Wow...
Hi.
Hey, Amanda.
Alan.
Um... Listen, we just wanted
to tell you that we...
...are very sorry to hear about
your father's, uh...
That's all?
Yeah.
Yeah, well...
Yeah...
This is so like you.
What... you don't know
what I'm... what is so like me?
You're a liar.
And a coward, Ben.
And maybe one day
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