Ow! Shit! Fuck, fucking... Ow, ow! Ow, ow, ow! - Oh, my God. Fucking shit! Fuck! DAVID: What the hell is he doing? Fuck a donkey! It hurts so much. Settle down, man. What the hell's going on? Oh, my God! I'm gonna die. Kenny, listen to me. Calm down, all right? Not gonna die. Tell us what's going on. - Tell us what happened. - Fucking spider bit me, David! - What? Where did it happen? - Bit me on my balls.
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18.9s
[ROSE GASPS] What? What is it? What does it look like? - I can't look. - Um... - Is it bad? - Hey, listen to me. It's not that bad. - Dude, it's really bad. - No, it isn't. - Have you seen what that... Look. - I'm not gonna look. - You're going to a hospital. - What? No. No fucking way. How bad is it?
We're the Millers
15.9s
You're okay. Rub some dirt on it. Let's get back in the RV. No. You're going to see a doctor. No fucking way. No, absolutely not, Rose. He's not going to a hospital. We don't have time. Trust me. Kenny is fine. I can't feel my bingo.
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13.8s
[CELL PHONE BUZZES] - Yellow-ski. - Oh, hello, Brad. Where the fuck have you been? I left you five messages, man! David! You're alive! Cool. How'd that happen? Ask the real Pablo Chacon. I'm not gonna make excuses.
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7.2s
You make a good case for hazard pay. How much you want? How much? Oh, I don't know, half a million dollars. - How about that? - Done.
