Drop the mic, baby! Drop the mic, baby! - That's what I'm talking about! - Peace out, niggas! I see you, boy. Nasty!
Dirty Grandpa
13.7s
He says he's very sorry, but he can't marry you. Uncle Ruben, can you turn that thing up a little? It doesn't get any louder. Where'd you get that thing, SkyMall?
Dirty Grandpa
21.3s
- You ready to hit the road? - I'm really sorry, Grandpa. I didn't think you'd be doing that. Ah, so you caught me taking a number three. - Big deal, right? - Number three? Have a drink. Uh... No. I'm driving, so... I just got to finish up my exercises, and then we'll hop on 16 to 95.
Dirty Grandpa
9.2s
USA! USA! USA! USA! Told you.
Dirty Grandpa
1.8s
It's actually kind of fun.
Dirty Grandpa
1.8s
- Hey, Jason. - Jason.
Dirty Grandpa
1.7s
All ready?
Dirty Grandpa
1.8s
Let's go.
Dirty Grandpa
37.7s
- Who's the lesbian? - That's my grandson, Jason. Yeah? Is he here to scissor with me? Okay, that's just offensive to lesbians. I am very sorry, K.D. Lang. Time for Bingo! Come on. Stinky, we got to get you the fuck out of here. - Come on, let's go. - I have one fucking month left, Dick! I don't want you to remember me like this, man. I want you to remember me as a warrior. - Please. Leave me be. - But, Stinky... No, no, no... Just let me finish, Dick. Leave me your beautiful lesbian grandson so he can blowjob me to death.
Dirty Grandpa
30.4s
- Hey, there he is. - No. Don't even fucking talk to me. I know things got a little chaotic, but I'm so close with Lenore... What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm about to get fucking married, Grandpa! In one week! To a Jewish girl! And I just woke up in fucking jail with a bunch of penises on my forehead in the shape of a swastika! Could call it a swasticock. - What? - It's a play on words. Oh, it's a play on words.
Dirty Grandpa
19.1s
Somebody just posted his bail. Get that pervert some pants. All right. These were a couple pair of pants from murder victims from a 1990s orgy gone bad. We got semen-stained or blood-stained. Take your pick. What's it gonna be?
Dirty Grandpa
13.3s
- What is this place? - I don't know. Or care. At least just come in with me. Let's make sure it's the right house. After you. Grandson of the year. Your grandmother's ashes are in there.
Dirty Grandpa
9.5s
Play on these words. I'm dropping you off at your old army vet buddy's house, he's gonna drive you to fucking Boca. Because I'm fucking done with you.
Dirty Grandpa
3.6s
- What the fuck are you looking at? - I can't help staring at your tits.
Dirty Grandpa
4.8s
Oh, this? This is liver failure.
Dirty Grandpa
2.1s
She's in a coffin. Fuck you!
Dirty Grandpa
3m22s
All right. Gary, I'm all done. It's late. - I gotta go open the store, buddy. - I know, but you tried to sell peyote - to middle schoolers. - What? Come on. It's me. Pam! Don't be a dick. Come on! I just had watery diarrhea, I want to get out of here. It stinks. It does stink. All right, let's get you out of there. All right! Whoo! I don't like being in a cage. You're letting him out? He's the one that sold drugs. - Why are you letting him out? - Hey, man! Not cool! That's a real dick move, throwing me under the bus. What the fuck are you talking about? You're the one that sold drugs last night! - Hey, guy, snitches get stitches! - All right. So why don't you shut your fucking mouth, bro. Yeah. Snitches get stitches, my friend. My name's Pam. - All right. - You're incorrigible. - Hey, how are you, Finch? - How you doing? Good to see you. - Finchy! Finch! - Hey! You got it. Must beautiful woman on the police force, right here. - Jeez! - The only woman, but... - Here's the deal. - What's up? I came in here with a bag of drugs, I'm not gonna lie to you. I can't leave without it. - Can you guys hook me up there? - Yep... - Ooh! Gary! - These yours? - Yeah. Thanks, Gare-Bear. - Oh! Nice catch. Hey, right? Please remember, next Tuesday is the election. Vote for me for mayor. I'm gonna win this year. - I'm gonna beat that goat. - You got my vote. Pam! Pam! - He is just a good one. - He is just a number one... - Lover and a fighter. - Okay, listen. Guys, I really respect the job you guys do. I'm being completely honest, from the bottom of my heart, I look up to you. I fight for the law. Thank you, no one ever says that to us. - Ever. - That's what I wanted to do when I was a kid. Like, I wanted to do what you guys do. Mostly people just call us pigs and throw bags of fast food at us. - Yeah. - I'm incredibly sorry for all this confusion, but listen to me, please. I have to let you know, I am a lawyer. - Whoa! You're a lawyer? - I am, yeah. I'm actually a lawyer. Whoa! You don't look like a lawyer. Yeah. Yeah, I handle, like, uh, corporate stuff. Like, uh... like LLC agreements, - LP agreements... - You lost me. - I don't even know what that means. - I mean, like, you... - ...you don't look Jewish. - No. - Which is weird. - It's actually pretty funny. There you go... That is funny! It is so weird! - It's darkly ironic. - It really is. Yes, exactly. Dark irony. I thought you had to be, like, at least 80 to be a lawyer. - Like, it's a lot of school, right? - Yeah. It's... it's, uh... it's a lot of school. The bar... something I took and passed. It's not something I stand behind. Yeah. I'm not on this side, typically, and I just, uh, I just... I know my rights, and I would love my phone call. - Objection. - Overruled. - Permission to approach the bench? - Denied! - What? - It's easy to be a lawyer. - It's so easy. - I would love my phone call. Okay. I know my rights. - I want my phone call. - Give me my phone call! - I should have a phone call! - This is my First Amendment right. My first, page one, number one amendment - says that I have a telephone! - I get a phone call. - This is my First Amendment right. - I'm guaranteed a phone call.
Dirty Grandpa
1m27s
Could I have some pants? Please... Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry. Of course. Yeah, absolutely. You want khakis or sweatpants? - Khakis, please. - What brand? You like Dockers? - Yeah. - Yeah, okay. All right. You're like a 30... Yeah, 30 is fine. What I wouldn't give to fit in a 30. Maybe 20 years ago, you know? When I was seven years old. Yeah... all right. Also I'm gonna step out and get some lunch. Do you want a sandwich? I would love a sandwich. - Ham? Turkey? - Turkey? Turkey. That's so funny, because I'm a turkey guy myself. - You know. - Thank you so much. Okay, absolutely. You want mayo on that? - Uh, no thank you, no. - Okay. - Extra veggies. - Extra veggies? - Yes, please. - You got it. Absolutely. - And... - Salt and vinegar. - You want salt and vinegar as well? - Yeah, thank you. You gotta watch that sodium. That's what drives your blood pressure up, and blood pressure is a silent killer. All right, turkey, okay... all right. Yeah. And, uh, finally, do you want to be sodomized by a man with the mental age of seven who calls himself Ping-Pong, or do you want to be shivved by, uh, the same guy? Just let me know what time works for you, 'cause you're in fucking jail.