- Hi, Kenny. - I heard you and Mrs. O'Reilly fighting. It's called flirting, Kenny. You'll learn about it in college.
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[PABLO SCREAMS] DAVID: Get in the RV! Go, go, go!
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- Thanks. - Yeah. No problem. And, you know, if you have any other questions... about, like, the birds and the bees... who puts what into where, any of that fun stuff... just don't hesitate to ask, okay?
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Know what I'm saying?
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Yeah, I'm going through all those typical teenage girl issues like: Finals and college applications... and am I gonna get asked to prom. Plus, I haven't gotten my period in two months... which is really weird because I've mostly just been doing anal. [KENNY COUGHS] Ha-ha-ha! Oh, that's enough.
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- What'd he say? - He has a joint. That's it?
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Now will you calm down? These are Brad's guys. Nothing to worry about. Open Sesame. Here we go.
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Smidge and a half. It's nothing. Dude, I got rolled by the fucking cast of Annie. I come walking in here and you ask me to be an international drug dealer. This is easy money, David. All you gotta do is pop down to Mexico... go to this address, tell them you're there to pick up for Pablo Chacon. - Who the fuck is Pablo Chacon? - I am. [SPEAKS IN SPANISH THEN CHUCKLES] You don't get respect from Mexicans when your name is Brad Gurdlinger, right? I mean, that's white in any language. See? Big Bad Brad thought of everything.
And who's that? Well, that's your daughter. Casey.
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Holy shit, where did that come from? It's five summers with my Aunt Barb in Oklahoma. That was amazing. Calm down. It wasn't that great. Ah, goddamn it. Brad said the RV was supposed to be out here waiting for us. Anybody sees a camper, just let me know.
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Yeah. And it also sends that message to teens, just stick to the big A. - Yeah, anal. - Abstinence, you meant.
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You have an iPhone? Aren't you homeless? So? Fuck you, dude.
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Okay, let me make one thing clear. This isn't one of those moments where the girl kisses the boy... and realizes she's been in love with him the whole time, okay?
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Yank, or put behind the ear? Guess we could... tuck it back there.
