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(LAUGHING) If it isn't Turner and hooch, in the flesh. Holy shit, you are looking fit. (GRUNTS) Hey, you should get some tips from this guy. He's looking good. Look at those pectoral muscles. That's the kind of definition I want out of you, man. What's up, Eric? Hey. Mr. Walters, we should, um... Or I should apologize for, uh...
22 Jump Street
16.7s
Fuck you, brain. How did we find the dealers so easy the first time? Well, his number was literally on a sticker. Well, let's go find this guy's sticker. I don't think this guy does stickers. Well, we need help. We need to consult an expert. KENNY: Yo, dude, you shot him in the dick, dude. I got him in the dick. Yep.
22 Jump Street
34.4s
That's a weird time to be q-tipping. You're all fucking pussies! Dude, you don't have to do this. What? I just don't want you to get hurt. I'm not gonna get... Whoops. (GRUNTS) Shit. Whoa. Dude, I am so sorry. It's all right, man. Don't worry about it, man. Are you sure? All right... Yeah. Ow. Shit. I got it. Okay, I got it, I got it. Ow! That's fine. I'll get it. No, no, let me get it, let me get it. No, I got it. Let me just get it. No, let me get it. I got it, I got it. Let's just... Dude, I'm sorry. I got my q-tip in your meat, bro. No, man, I got my... I got my meat in your q-tip. It's like a whole new type of sandwich. Like, a meat q-tip. (CHUCKLES) Like a meat-qute.
22 Jump Street
19.1s
You sort of sound like that. That doesn't sound anything like me. That doesn't sound anything like me. It's not not you. Eric! Close your eyes and tell me who's talking right now. (BABBLING) That's Schmidt being a little bitch. That's just not a good impression. WALTERS: Whoa! Nice job, super sleuths. Did you even bother to look at the fucking picture?
22 Jump Street
51.2s
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean that. You know that, right? I am such a bitch when aunt Flo shows up. It bleeds so much, it's crazy. It's like the elevator doors opening in the shining. Your vagina doesn't fucking work, man. Worked for you last night. (CHUCKLES) You are so clearly forcing Eric into this relationship. Eric, am I forcing you into anything? Yes. (CHUCKLES) See? Look, they sent us in undercover at a college to find the dealer of this new synthetic, and no one will tell us anything. That's 'cause you guys look like fucking narcs, all right? College kids aren't dumb like Eric. I was supposed to go to Berkeley. Well, they gave us a picture, so we do have that. Well, that's your lead, motherfucker! That's what you start with. I know, but we can't see his face, so we don't know who it is. We don't know who it is. I'm Schmidt. My pants are filled with doody. (GROANS) That's you. That doesn't sound anything like me.
22 Jump Street