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F*** you!

F*** the police!

Motherfucking kill you!

- Why you doing this to me?

- Why you doing this to me?

Oh, sh*t!

Come here!

I hate you!

No! Ted, stop it!

Come on, b*tch.

Come on, I'll twist your balls so tight.

You're in the jungle now, baby.

Jesus!

F***.

Gonna die.

- You killed...

- I didn't wanna do that.

But you weren't gonna stop.

Shoot him!

Just take it easy, buddy.

Shoot him, you dumb f***!

I'm hungry.

I'm going home.

All right.

Help.

I knew you were going soft.

Dinner's gonna be cold tonight,

a**hole.

F***ed up, man.

- Well, lookie here. Mr. Folgers.

- Oh, man.

What's up, sir?

- Look, I didn't wanna hit you, man...

- Shut the f*** up.

You think you was gonna

get me, motherf***er, huh?

You need to sit

your little sexy ass down...

...and watch yourself get killed now.

All right.

You know what?

This is how it's gonna be?

All right. This is how it ends.

You just got killed by a

Daewoo Lanos, motherf***er.

How you like me now, huh?

Gross.

Red?

Saul.

Hey, Saul. I came back for you, bro.

- Yeah.

- I remembered, man.

Bro's before ho's.

- You lied to me.

- I did. I lied bigtime to you.

Dale said that you didn't even

have herpes and I said that you did.

Honestly, like, from now on, from

everything that we've gone through...

...and, like, from seeing this a**hole's

nuts smashed with my Daewoo...

...I wanna be a better friend to you,

like I really am.

I f***ing love you, dog.

F***ing love you.

I wanna be inside you, homes.

No more lies, Red.

- This is my moment.

- This is your moment.

Red!

You know what? I'm feeling it.

Red, I'm coming, baby.

Your stupidity amazes me.

Hey, Ted!

You killed my brother...

...Caucasian son of cocksucker!

Suck my balls! Two times!

B*tch!

Bring it on.

Sh*t. Dale.

Dale!

Holy sh*t!

Sorry, Ted.

You've been served.

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

Saul! Saul!

Wake up, man! This place

is gonna collapse! Come on!

Come to me!

You're not dying today, friend.

Not on my watch.

Saul. Wake up, man, please.

Saul.

Wake up.

Oh, sweet Saul.

Saul.

Yes. Yeah.

Saul, you made it.

- What?

- Yeah.

Where am I?

You made it, man.

- You saved me.

- You came back for me.

- Yeah.

- Oh, thank you.

What happened?

What happened?

Holy sh*t.

What's that?

Hi.

- Red?

- Red?

- Red.

- Hey.

Red. Where'd you come from, man?

Where'd he come from?

He came back to save us.

- He saved us?

- Yeah.

All right, man.

- We all saved each other.

- Yeah.

Oh, man. We made it, guys.

We made it. Oh, we made it.

Hello, you're listening to PPRPBP.

I am Dale Denton.

The topic of the day: new beginnings.

Getting over losses.

Friends. Life.

We have our first caller.

Yes, ring-ring-ring. How's it going?

Hi. Am I on the air?

You are. You're about

to get D'd by the Dale.

A D in the face.

- Dale Denton?

- Yeah?

You're my hero.

You're my hero.

You are good, man. Seriously.

- Thanks.

- Gotta admit, you're pretty good.

- It sounds pretty good.

- It sounds real.

- It's not bad, huh?

- lf I close my eyes, it sounds like...

- You are on the radio.

- That's the radio. That's a DJ.

- lf you were on it, I would listen to it.

- Thanks, man.

It's like when my bubbe

was always playing opera...

...I hated it, but my bubbe loves it.

Then it grows on you.

It grows on you. Yeah.

It's like Red. I didn't like Red

when I first met him.

- You didn't like me?

- You liked him so much...

...I like you now.

I know this sounds weird, but can

we be best friends? Just us, for real?

- We should all be best friends.

- We should.

Seriously. You guys are, like,

both of my best friends.

You didn't know it. Now you know it,

we'll all be best friends.

Know those hearts that break up,

"best friends"?

We should get a three-way one.

- I don't know if they make those.

- We should make the first one.

I want the middle piece,

so it'll be crooked on both sides.

I know we've gone over this, but, like,

- I f***ed up...

- I was a dick to you, man. I'm sorry.

I know I was an a**hole.

I hope I redeemed myself.

- I know me and you had our deal.

- We've had some times.

I feel like something's happening here.

Is that a boner?

Is that a condo? That us moving

into an apartment together?

Is that us getting a time-share?

- You threw an ashtray at his face.

- You hit me, man.

At the time, I was like:

But it was kind of funny.

You hit me with a DustBuster, man.

I didn't wanna hurt you.

It was like, "You better not leave here."

- That was such a good fight, man.

- That was.

You fuckhead.

- The car chase was awesome.

- You got into a car chase?

- Are you kidding me? Oh, my God.

- Yeah, it was...

I, like, had my foot

through the window.

My groin... I mean,

I felt like a wishbone.

I'm trying to decide

how stoned I am...

...and just how on the verge

of death am I now.

Am I seeing sh*t because I'm stoned

or because I have no blood left?

- You've been shot, like, seven times.

- You gotta eat.

- You're losing stuff.

- Here.

- Here.

- Yeah, okay.

- Here comes the airplane.

- Look, like a baby.

It's a miracle.

I think we should all take a moment...

...and think about what a miracle

it is that we got out.

And that we became friends

in the process...

...and learned some sh*t about life

and stuff.

Should we touch each other's hands

while we do it? Okay.

I love you guys.

I love you dudes so much.

I'll remember that

for the rest of my life.

- Red?

- Red?

Yo, Red, man. You alive?

What's up, pal?

- Hey.

- Hey.

I'm like the nerd at the sleepover

who fell asleep at 9.

That's okay. We won't put

our d*cks in your mouth.

- Oh, God.

- Hey, there's bubbe.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Yeah, maybe

we should go to the doctor.

Do you think she'll drive me

to the hospital?

Me too. I should

get the ear looked at.

My ear should probably

get professional attention.

- It is bad.

- That's a bullet burp.

Either I'm getting ready to die

or I'm gonna take a massive sh*t.

If somebody could get me

to the hospital.

Blood from my ear just...

You guys smell like sh*t.

You are in serious danger.

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