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27.3s
- Fuck! Over! - Okay, watch this. I'll get it right on the nose. You're gonna fuck it up. You're gonna fuck it up. Under! I feel hammered. That doesn't make any sense. - You're a fucking pussy. - Okay, okay. Great, great. - Okay, McLovin, see if you can do it. - The kid's gonna nail it. Come on, McLovin. Do it, buddy. Come on, buddy! - Bring it! - 0.08, motherfuckers! - Man! - That's my boy!
Superbad
1m6s
I'm gonna be totally honest with you. I have a warrant out for a totally nonviolent crime. Okay? There. Mercy Street, guys. I'll be honest with you for a second. You better get us a shitload of cash or a shitload of alcohol... ...or you're going to fucking prison. What are you doing, man? You don't need to... No, let's not... Let's hang on a second here. - Cough it up. - Fine. Don't know if we should be doing anything official. We're working together. It's like Let's Make a Deal. Here we go. Seven bucks? Are you fucking serious? This isn't enough. What are you, a 6-year-old? - It's all I have, man. It's all I have. - You better think of something quickly. - My back! My back. Cops, my back. - No, no, no. Wait, don't do that. All right, listen. I can get you alcohol. I'm going over to this party right now, bro. Okay? It's got booze, it's got girls. Booze and girls equals... I don't know. Do you? I don't know. Do you? - I think you do. Do you? - Yes. That's a definite yes. Definite yes, then. - Give me one sec to talk to him. - Stay right here. Yeah, yeah. Do what you gotta do. Mix it over. I'll be over by the car. Just talk it out. Hey, I'm a nice guy.
Superbad
1m4s
I'd sit there for hours, drawing dicks. I don't know what it was. I couldn't touch the pen to paper without drawing the shape of a penis. - That's fucked. - No shit, it's really fucked up. Here I am, this little kid... ... and I can't stop drawing dicks to save my own life. All right. I mean, I don't see what this has to do with Becca. Just listen. Okay? Your precious little Becca sat next to me for all of fourth grade. And in the classroom is where I did the majority of my illustrations. I was very secretive about this whole dick operation I had going on. Even I thought I was fucking crazy. Imagine what everyone else would think. So I would stash all of my dick drawings... ... in this Ghostbusters lunchbox that I had. So one day I'm finishing up this real big, veiny, triumphant bastard. All of a sudden... Pussy! You hit Becca's foot with your dick? Yeah. I know.
Superbad
35.5s
- It'll be fine. - Yeah. Why don't you just wear what you wore to school? I can't do that. I can't let Jules see me in what I wore to school. It's completely unbecoming. No one's gotten a handjob in cargo shorts since Nam. I have to kill these guys. You don't negotiate with terrorists. Really? Yeah, that's what we should be talking about right now. Then why don't you go and get some of your own clothes? That's the dumbest thing ever. My parents will see that my car's been towed and I'll be grounded. These fucking terrorists multiply like bunnies. Where did I leave the M16? Do you have any bigger clothes or do you only shop at babyGap? Fuck me. I can't...
Superbad
1m7s
- You fucking prick. - What? - You bailed on me. - I didn't bail on you. Yeah, you did. You said you were gonna do something and you didn't do it. That's bailing. You're the one that dragged me to that fucking party with those lunatics. - I didn't bail on you. - You bailed on me, okay? You bailed on me this morning when Jesse spat on me... ...and you're bailing on me next year. What the fuck? It finally comes out. That's good, man. We were supposed to go to college together. Since we were kids, since elementary school... ...that's all we've ever talked about, us going together. And you got into fucking Dartmouth. You're making me feel like I'm a bad guy. What...? I didn't do anything wrong. I got into a good school. How the fuck am I supposed to get into Dartmouth? You knew I couldn't. How fucking selfish are you? You had no problem letting Fogell take the fall. You don't want me going to a good school. - Fuck, man! - So, what the fuck do you want? I'm not gonna let you slow me down anymore, Seth. What are you saying?
Superbad
1m3s
- Come on. - Fuck, man. - Come on! - He must be so afraid. I don't believe this bullshit. I can't believe this is happening! I didn't know you could get arrested for this shit. We need that liquor. - Are they gonna take him downtown? - Fuck Fogell. He got arrested, okay? We're on our own. We need a new way to get liq... Fuck! The money, man! Fuck! How much money can you get? Why are you talking about money? What about Fogell? That doesn't matter anymore. I lost a hundred dollars of Jules' money. Are we gonna bust him out of jail? Bake a cake with a fucking file in it? Fuck Fogell. We need a new way to get liquor, which is fucking impossible. All right, you need to calm down. We need to think for a second. - We need to think this out. - Fuck thinking, we need to act! Seth! - What the fuck happened? - Just... Just get up. Slowly. You all right? You okay? I am so sorry, man. I am so sorry. I didn't even effing see you at all, man. Are you okay? So it's just McLovin? Yeah.
Superbad