Jackass Presents: Bad Grandpa .5 Page #3
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- 2014
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But anyway, Billy, do you know
what snowmen eat for breakfast?
- What?
- Frosted Flakes.
Do you know why Santa Claus
doesn't have any children?
He only comes once a year,
and it's down a chimney.
All right, you be a good boy, okay?
Grandpa, I think I pissed myself.
You did?
You didn't think you
did, you really peed.
- Sorry, Santa.
- That's okay, buddy.
- Sorry.
- You be good, okay?
- Jesus.
- That's okay, buddy. No harm done.
- Oh, no. What'd you do?
Okay, we're gonna
have to take a break.
- How you doing?
- Hello, how are you?
Good.
Oh, no. My colostomy bag.
No, don't touch it, don't touch.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Oh, God, that...
I'm very sorry.
Oh, no, I dropped my watch.
I dropped my watch.
- In there?
- Yes. Can you help me?
- I'm so sorry.
- That's okay.
- Yeah, he just went to get help.
- Okay.
- Oh, my God, I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
If you stand in there,
he's gonna get help.
Okay. Thank you.
- Because they'll go get you...
- Can you help me?
- They're gonna get your stuff out.
- You're a good boy.
You're fine.
When you're doing pranks,
every now and then
you'll come across someone
who's absolute gold,
and that was the penguin guy.
- You ran over the penguin.
- You put a penguin in my spot.
You ran over the penguin,
what are you talking about?
Well, you don't have to yell at me.
We cut the bit to two
and a half minutes,
but it could have
easily been 15 minutes.
He just kept generating footage.
You're fixing this
f***ing penguin, dude.
- Nah.
- What happened to it?
He put it right in my spot!
What do you mean your spot?
You ran it over!
Well, you don't have to yell.
You ran the f***ing penguin over,
- you f***ing mutt.
- You're still yelling.
Jesus Christ.
Do you work at this restaurant?
Don't worry about
where I work at, dude.
You know, you work at Fish
City across town, you said.
- Krazy Fish.
- Krazy Fish.
Krazy Fish, get that
right, Krazy Fish.
- Krazy Fish.
- With a K.
And if you did that to my f***ing place
I would whip your goddamn ass, dude.
With a K? Sounds exotic.
So, George didn't even
work at that restaurant,
he worked at somewhere across town,
which he kept kind of half-promoting
while he was yelling at me.
Bro, come up to my f***ing
restaurant right now, Krazy Fish.
- You come up there right now.
- Krazy Fish with a K?
Yeah, right up the
street over here, man.
I'll meet you over there, then I'll whip
your f***ing ass in the back, dude.
What's your best item on your menu?
Don't worry about what
the best... Called "whip-ass."
- Whip-ass?
- Yeah.
Is that an entre or a side?
It's gonna be f***ing both.
They good prices? I like value.
You're gonna fix
this f***ing penguin, dude.
He ain't leaving, dude, until he
fixes this f***ing penguin, dude.
I'm sorry.
- He's hyper-focused on the penguin.
- I ain't f***ing...
Listen, old man, you shouldn't
If Irving was driving
and hit something,
the lawyers wouldn't allow
Billy to be in there,
so we had a dummy in his place.
And at one point, George finds it.
Yeah, I'm taking this
guy out of the car.
And I don't know what
he's thinking at that point.
It had to look like this weird little sex
toy or something for this dirty grandpa.
Here you go. That's your
f***ing partner in crime.
- That's your leverage?
- All right, you f***ing mutt.
You're fixing this penguin, dude.
You're fixing that penguin, dude.
Fix the f***ing
thing, dude. Fix it.
Fix it.
Dude, you and I
are gonna go to town, bro.
And in his defense, you know,
and it got him emotional.
And then he became irrational.
And when people become irrational,
everything is real
to them, you know?
They're completely on the hook.
All over this stupid penguin.
Dude, f***ing leave
the penguin alone, bro.
Anybody know this f***ing guy?
"Anybody know this f***ing guy?"
You're a f***ing...
"He's on my nerves two,
three times already."
Go f*** yourself.
This motherf***er.
F***. There you go.
You kind of throw like a girl.
I'm gonna f***ing
throw you in a second.
Atomic elbow! Atomic elbow.
I did a little wrestling
myself in my younger days.
- Dude, are you f***ing kidding me, bro?
- What? Atomic elbow?
I'm gonna whip your ass with your
own motherfucking doll, dude.
- Come on. My tuchus.
- I'm telling you, dude.
- Do me again, do me again.
- Fix the f***ing thing.
- Get me again.
- Dude, I'm gonna whip your ass, bro.
With eye contact, with eye
contact, get me again. Come on.
Does anybody know this f***ing guy?
You guys know him?
With eye contact, get me again.
I think I've seen him somewhere.
- You f***ing piece of sh*t.
- Oh, come on.
He was really on the
hook, and that is...
That's about as fun
as it gets for me.
And he was also,
he had a nice sense of humor
about it when it was over.
How come you didn't take a swing?
'Cause he's a f***ing
old man, dude.
I was f***ing waiting for
the cops or something,
I was gonna f*** him up,
dude. I can't believe that.
Here, what do I gotta sign, man?
So, we first shot Irving's
balls on Jackass Number Two,
and Johnny Knoxville loves having
those prosthetic balls on.
So, as we were writing ideas, we knew
we were gonna bring back the balls.
You have the balls
readily available?
- Not here.
- That's the set of hangers.
But Knoxville specifically
wanted two sets made.
He wanted the more-believable,
which I think are the
12-inch hanging balls.
But then he thought it'd be
hilarious to shoot a bit where
his balls are actually tucked into his
black socks that are pulled up real high.
So, he had to make an 18-inch
dangling set of balls.
So, we thought it'd be funny to
prank a bunch of delivery guys.
- Hello.
- How are you, son?
- How are you doing, sir?
- Good, good.
What have we got?
- This one.
- All right. Thank you.
- Sure. This one.
- Yes, sir.
It's never as simple as it appears.
I answer the door in my boxers,
my balls are tucked in the sock,
you'd think they would see it,
but sometimes they don't see it,
and so we have to figure out a way
to get their eyes down there.
Jesus.
- That was just plates.
- Okay.
I'm sorry, can you get that
for me, son, I can't really...
Of course, of course. No problem.
$73.97, sir.
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- All right. There you go, son.
- Thank you so much.
- Keep the change. All right, all right.
- I appreciate it, thank you.
- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.
- Have a good night, sir.
- You, too.
I didn't tip him for sh*t.
Did he see? Did he look?
It was one of those days where
we'd never done a prank before,
and we executed it like sh*t.
We called the same delivery
place over and over,
having them send drivers over.
Yeah, all right.
Of course word's gonna get out
amongst the drivers.
- Hello.
- Hi, how are you?
- Johnny Knoxville, I presume.
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