We're the Millers
It's full-on double rainbow
all the way across the sky!
Whoa!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh! Oh, my God!
Whoo!
What does this mean?
It's so bright.
Oh, my God, it's so
bright and vivid.
It's starting to look
like a triple rainbow.
Oh!
Going streaking
across the quad!
(MAN LAUGHING)
MAN:
Coochie, coochie, coochie!(GIRLS LAUGHING)
David:
Yeah. No, I know. Uh-huh.No, I'm not. I'm not. No,
I'm paying attention.
Mom, I'm listening. Just talk.
- Tyrone.
- Are you going trick-or-treating?
- No, because...
- Pow!
(BUZZES)
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(BABY SPITS UP)
(BABY CRYING)
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
I'm in the car. I'm
literally in the car.
David, hey. David Clark.
Rick Nathanson.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Little Ricky. We went
to college together.
Oh, sh*t. Hey, dude.
We all took ecstasy at Dave Matthews
one time and I tried to kiss you.
That's right. I remember that.
Yeah.
Yeah. "Crash. "
Yup.
Wow. I didn't recognize you.
You look very different.
I've gained a little
bit of Daddy weight.
You know the drill.
Actually, I don't, no.
- No way. No way! Still a free agent.
- Mm.
You son of a b*tch! You
lucky son of a b*tch.
You lucky, lucky son of a b*tch.
Wow, that's amazing. Wow.
Here. For old times' sake, huh?
For Daddy stress.
Best in Denver.
That's f***ing awesome.
Oh, my God.
That is so cool.
- You're still at it.
- Yeah.
- I envy you, man. I do.
- Ah.
Look at you. No wife, no kids.
- No responsibilities.
- Mm-hm.
Pfft, nothing. You got nothing.
and who'd even know?
- Oh, what I wouldn't give.
- Yeah.
Oh, hey, I didn't mean
that in like, I mean...
No. It's all right. It doesn't bother me.
It's all right.
Okay, bud, I believe in you.
- Hey, David?
- Yeah?
- Facebook me. We'll get weird.
- I don't think so.
- Ha, ha! Get out of here.
- Good luck with the family.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh, f***. F*** me. F***.
Hey, great news.
We're gonna get high
and f*** tonight.
I'm sorry, honey. Put
Mommy on the phone, okay?
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(NATALIA KILLS' "PROBLEM"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
I'm-a take my skin',
boot, rings All off.
Skirt, boots, rings All off.
Ooh, baby, you so bad,
boy Drive me mad, boy.
You don't care what
they Say about me.
Girl is a problem Girl
is a problem, problem.
Wow.
- Thanks.
I'm Kymberly. With a Y.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm Rose. With an R.
Is that your stage name?
- My what?
- Your stage name.
To protect yourself from the creeps
out there. You should pick one.
You know, something simple but
sexy and cute and short, maybe.
- Do you have a nickname?
- Totally!
Great. Use that, because...
I even got a tattoo of it.
Do you wanna see?
Uh, well, n...
KYMBERLY:
Check it out.Rose:
"Boner Garage. " Oh, whoa.You got a little
arrow there even.
Is that not like the hottest?
Boner Garage, you're up.
Oh, look at that. So excited and
full of life. That'll fade.
Hey, Rose. I know you're "technically" on
break, but I need a lap dance. Table five.
Just don't get too close.
The guy has two hook hands.
(SIGHS)
How did we let that
guy back in here?
Must have picked the locks.
Ha, ha!
(SIGHS)
How was work this evening?
Rose:
What do you care?I'm just asking.
Rose:
Oh, just don't.Fine. Well, is your
dummy boyfriend around?
No. Jimmy's with his parents.
Why?
owes me 400 bucks, so...
Maybe you shouldn't
loan drugs to people.
- All right. Good tip.
- Mm-hm.
I was thinking is that maybe you
could help him out, settle his debt.
- Not a f***ing chance.
- You'd be doing me a solid, neighbor.
Oh, really? Neighbor?
You're not a neighbor.
You're a drug dealer whose apartment
smells like cheese and feet.
Mm. Yeah, it's a candle I
got from Anthropologie.
Cheesy Feet. That's what they call it.
It's a bestseller.
Oh, Rose, got a piece
of your mail here.
I'd lend you some money,
but we're not neighbors.
Oh, you're such a dick!
Have fun dying alone, jerk.
Have fun digging out the
singles from your crotch.
Rose:
My crotch onlytakes 20s, David.
Hey, David.
- Hi, Kenny.
- I heard you and Mrs. O'Reilly fighting.
It's called flirting, Kenny.
You'll learn about it in college.
What are you doing up? It's almost 2.
Where's your Mom?
- Uh, she went for a drink. With a friend.
- When?
Last week.
Uh, so I got the whole
place to myself.
Yeah. Rolling Han
Solo for the weekend.
David:
Mm-hm.Um, speaking of rolling,
I was wondering if...
- I don't sell to kids, Kenny.
- I'm 18. I'm gonna get my own place soon.
Not a kid, David.
Yeah, you are. Take care.
Casey:
Give me my f***ing phone.- You guys are such a**holes. MAN 1:
- Hey, baby.
Leave her alone.
MAN 1:
Oh, I'm sorry, baby.Kenny:
Unhand her.Hey, leave her alone.
(GRUNTS)
Goddamn it, Kenny.
- F***ing tough guy Huh? MAN 2:
- You don't have to...
David:
Hey! Hey, hey, hey.Easy, easy. What's
going on here?
- Mind your f***ing business, old man.
- Oh, my God. You're a dude. Ha, ha!
That scared me. Your voice was so
much deeper than your bone structure.
These a**holes are trying
to steal my iPhone.
You have an iPhone?
Aren't you homeless?
So? F*** you, dude.
Okay, this was fun. Carry on.
- Come on, let's go.
- What? No.
These guys are picking on
her and it's not fair.
You some type of hero?
Not a hero. He's a dumb kid.
I got an idea. Leave the girl alone.
Just move along. Huh, what do you say?
- "Move along"? David: - Yeah.
What are you,
some kind of cop?
He's not a cop. He's
actually really cool.
- Thanks.
- He's a drug dealer.
- Really?
- Goddamn it, Kenny.
Give me your backpack.
I don't wanna fight.
Well, there's not gonna be a fight.
See, you either give me the backpack...
...or I'm gonna stab you
in the neck and take it.
(WHISTLES)
It's a real Sophie's choice here, huh?
All right.
Okay, backpack it is.
If you wa...
Run, Kenny!
MAN 1:
You're dead meat!Hey, sorry, I dropped my phone. Are
we still going out tonight or what?
F***ing sh*t! Sh*t!
(MAN 2 LAUGHS)
Oh, sh*t.
Sorry. This is f***ing dumb.
(GROANS)
MAN 1:
Whoa-ho-ho, motherf***er.- We got you now.
- Unh!
MAN 1:
Do whatever's in the safe too.MAN 2:
Look at that.David:
It's not even my money. Ifyou take that my boss will kill me.
Kenny:
You okay, David? I can help.I'll call the cops.
No, I'm okay.
(CELL PHONE BUZZING)
David:
Hey!Whoa, what the...! Unh!
MAN:
When Mr. Brad calls, you answer!Get in there!
David:
Please don't tell me wherewe're going. I love surprises.
- All right. Okay.
- Can I help you?
David:
Hi. You orderedtwo black guys.
Oh. Okay. This guy.
Mr. Gurdlinger, please?
I'll tell him you're here.
Can I get you something?
Coffee. Tea. Fresca.
David:
Hmm.You know what, a Fresca
sounds really good.
- You got it. David:
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