拖车公园男孩"Trailer Park Boys"(2004)

Mr. Lahey: Where ya stayin' Rick? Ricky: At the fuck-off hotel Lahey. Mr. Lahey: Why don't you get a life Rick? Why don't ya go to community college like Julian here. Hey, I got a good idea. You could teach, livin' in a car and growin' dope Ricky: Hehe. And you can teach how to get drunk, get fired from the police force become a... lousy trailer park supervisor that sucks, hangs around with a fuckin' idiot that doesn't wear a shirt and looks like a dick but thinks he looks good... Julian: Ricky, I'm telling you, you gotta stop growing pot. Ricky: Come on, man, you can't tell me to do that. Julian: I'm serious Ricky. Ricky: You can't tell me to do that. It's like telling the NWA to stop being black. Ricky: Knock knock. Cory: What? Ricky: Knock knock. Cory: Who's there? Ricky: Two fucking idiots who don't know when to come around and buy dope. Now, get the fuck out of here. [repeated line] Danny: [in the background] What in the fuck? Ricky: The thing with kids and growings and getting learnings and stuff is that... You can't lie to them. Basically, if you wanna tell the children they can't do something they're gonna want to do it more. When I was young I did all kinds of crazy shit and I turned out wicked. That's because my dad was fuckin' cool, he let me do shit. I was allowed to drive his car around the park, basically took my dirt bike to school, let me grow dope in his shed in grade You know, that's what good parenting is all about. You gotta let them have a bit of freedom. Ricky: 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制

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Well, I wasn't one who really fucking noticed anything out of the ordinary but they were requesting songs like Madonna and that which is fucking awesome, but it was Julian who noticed something really fucking weird. Ricky: What, do you own space? No, NASA does. [pronounces it "Nay-Saw"] Satellite Employee: Naysaw? Ricky: Rocket people? Perhaps you've heard of them? Satellite Employee: It's NASA! Danny: [shouts] For fuck sakes, Ricky! What the fuck are you doing with the satellites? I paid ten fuckin' dollars! I want my fucking satellite signal! Jesus Christ! Ricky: Danny, chill the fuck out! I'm fucking trying here, it'll be back up in a bit! Calm the fuck down. Satellite Employee: Look, if these satellites aren't down in ten minutes, I'll have no choice but to call the cops. Julian: Ricky, get the dishes off my roof. Ricky: [starts throwing dishes off the roof] I'll take every fucking one of these down, is that what you want? Fuckin' retards. I don't give a fuck about this stupid bullshit. [smashes a dish through the TV van's windshield] Ricky: There, they're in the fuckin' van, now leave. Danny: [in the background] Ten fuckin' dollars a month! Ricky: [about their illegal gas station] Regular goes into this can, supremium into this one and diesel into that one. Cory: How do we know which is which? Ricky: By tasting, you moron. Regular tastes sour, supremium tastes a little tangy and diesel actually tastes pretty good. Trevor: We're not stupid Julian. Julian: Yes you are stupid, that's why I have to tell you this. Randy: ...I want my barbeque. Ricky: You know what Randy, you're totally right and you know what I'm gonna do for ya? Randy: What? Ricky: Jack Shit. [repeated line] J-Roc: Ya know what I'm sayin'? [after Ricky spots Julian with Tanya at the Chinese food restaurant] Ricky: Why aren't you watching the dope plants, you asshole? Julian: Calm down Ricky, I'm just grabbing some take-out. Ricky: Take-out my ass, looks to me like you're on a date with cinnamon-roll-fuckin-head. Bubbles: Have a nice day, and go fuck yourself. Bubbles: COCKSUCKERS. Ricky: Don't you have some off's to fuck? Sarah: No, J-Roc's not crazy. He just genuinely thinks he's black. 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制

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: Here's what I know, Rick. If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, you own it. If it doesn't, you don't own it. And if it doesn't you're an asshole, just like you. [while delivering his speech drunk, to become trailer park supervisor] Mr. Lahey: Who is this park, or even in the whole world, doesn't have problems? Who doesn't have a drink too many times once in a while and maybe even winds up passed out in their own driveway, pissing themselves? Who doesn't drink too much sometimes or who doesn't have a puff from time to time? And who doesn't have problems with the people they love? This is our home. This is our community. Ricky: Bubbles give me the cat back. Bubbles: Go fuck yourself. Julian: Wanna go have a few drinks and smoke a joint Bubbles? Bubbles: Yes. Ricky: Oh for fuck-sakes. Ricky: You guys are bleeding, you're not getting in my fuckin car. Bubbles: Oh, for fuck-sakes. [grabs bag of chips out of Ricky's hand, rips it open and and covers Trevor's wounds with it] Trevor: Ow, Bubbles, those are salt and vinegar! [arguing with Julian about buying a wedding ring] Ricky: I'm not getting Lucy one of those 'Cubic Zarcarbian' fuckin' things. [taking out bullet's from Ricky's gunshot wound for the second time in one day] Sam Losco: I knew a guy who got shot twice in one day, he was a real dick. Ricky: Oh look, we got us a comedian... wait a sec, were you calling me a dick? Sam Losco: What do you think? Ricky: [pauses and looks at the camera] Was he calling me a dick? Ricky: I try to be a role model for kids around the park. If some kid wants to grow dope, they can come talk to me, instead of growing dope 6 or 7 times through denial and error, they're going to get it right the first time and have some good dope. J-Roc: In this park it's one muthafucka for one and all muthafucka for all muthafucka's Ricky: Fuck, that's good pepperoni! Bubbles (singing to Randy while drunk): Fuckin' Randy's gut, is full of dirty old cheeseburgers! Mr. Lahey: He's takin' the shit tornado right back to Oz. Randy: Well that would make Sam, Dorothy. Right Mr. Lahey? Mr. Lahey: Right, Randy. Bubbles: Please J-ROC. I'll give you two grams of blonde Lebanese hash. J-Roc: That's not even blonde mothafucka. Bubbles: Well it's dirty blonde. Ricky: 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制

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Smokes, let's go. Ricky: Lucy, smokes, let's go. Lucy: Fuck you. Ricky: Fuck, I miss jail. Sara: Ricky, can you tell me why there's a mountain lion trying to bang one of my boyfriends? Ricky: Lucy, I'll be a better father than you'll ever be J-Roc: [J-Roc is caught masturbating] Turn that shit off, motherfucker! I was gettin' changed, you know what I'm sayin'? I don't want that shit on TV. I don't want motherfuckers seeing me gettin' changed! Bubbles: Turn that thing off, he's pullin' his goalie! Bubbles: I'd like to see that Red Blue Green cocksucker put one of those together, duct-tapin' it. Bubbles: That's kinda harsh, dont ya think, I know J-Roc may be a bit of a fucking goof but he is not a punk by all means Cory: J-Roc raps about gangsters & guns, pimps & hos and Compton. The guy's not from Compton, he's just a white kid from a trailer park. He should rap about what he really knows which is living in his mom's trailer eating peanut butter sandwiches. [Lahey and Randy show up to shut down the concert] Bubbles: Hey guys, Captain Arsehole and Wonderboy are coming Conky: [to Julian after he pulls the gun out of Ricky's hand] Nice negotiating tactics Patrick Swayze Ricky: [With Julian, searching for Bubbles' puppet Conky] Julian, I don't fuckin' know where it is. It was grade I was drunk. Treena Lahey: You're not as bad as my dad says. Ricky: Yeah, well, your dad is a bit of an idiot. J-Roc's Mom: Jamie, how many 29 year old record company presidents operate out of their mom's trailers? Know what I'm sayin'? J-Roc: Believe it or not ma, some people think I'm gonna make it in this rap game!, know what I'm sayin' Ricky: God damnit Trinity, you can't smoke with the patch on. Trinity: Well you're smoking with the patch on. Ricky: Yeah, well Daddy's much bigger then you are so he can. Randy: You guys want anything from the store? Ricky: Yeah get me some jalapano chips [he pronounces it JA-lap-ano] Bubbles: Yeah get me some fucking gummy worms Julian: Get me some jalapeno chips [pronounces it the correct way] Randy: walks away Ricky: Jalapeno? what flavor is that? Julian: Ricky th 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制

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e J is silent Bubbles: The J is like an H Ricky, Hal-a-peen-yo Ricky: What the fuck are you guys talking about? Ricky: Knock-knock, Lahey. Mr. Lahey: Who's there, Ricky? Ricky: A fuckin' shitty fuckin' trailer park supervisor who hangs around with a big-gutted drunk elf who thinks he's gettin' us thrown back in jail but he can't 'cause he's got no evidence and he's dumb as fuck, and he's got this other thing goin' on in his head that's tryin' to... twirly around and... fuckin' get... different... FUCK! Ricky: Make like a tree and fuck off. Julian: Yeah, pick me up a bag of jalapeÒo chips Ricky: Jalapeno? What flavor is that? Julian: Ricky, the "J" is Silent Bubbles: Hal-Uh-Peno, not galapeno. Ricky: I know how to pronouce it, I ordered fucking galapeno. Ricky: Hey Sam, knock knock! Sam Losco: [is stoned from the shrooms he ate in the hot dog before the speech] Who's there? Ricky: Get the fuck off the stage! Ricky: Treena, I'm stupid. I'm not as smart as everyone else. Treena Lahey: No, Ricky, you're not stupid, remember you're going to get your grade 10 and you'll be just as smart as everyone else. Ricky: I dunno, Treena. Treena Lahey: OK, What's the capital of Nova Scotia? Ricky: That's easy, Halifax. Treena Lahey: OK, then what's the capital of British Columbia? Ricky: Victoriaville. Treena Lahey: See, Ricky, you're just as smart as everyone else. J-Roc: Yo, DVS, I am so down with your shit, tell me what's goin on my brother? Detroit Velvet Smooth: Brother... you callin' me your brother! Well, it looks like one of us ain't black. Mr. Lahey: Birds of a shitfeather flock together, Randy. Bubbles: [when asked if his rocket can fly] Can it fly? Does the Tin Man have a sheet-metal cock? Bubbles: Do you want to see a rocket go, Randy? Randy: Does it really launch, Bubbles? Bubbles: [rhetorically] Does it really launch? Does the tin man have a sheet metal cock? Julian: [talking to camera] In sixth grade Bubbles made this puppet he called Conky. Ricky: What a little asshole. Julian: Bubbles took it everywhere with him. It was kinda like his confidant. Ricky: His what? Julian: Never mind. Anyway, we had to take the doll away because he, you know, fucked Bubbles' mind up. Ricky: Yeah, it was like, even though Bubbles was Bubbles, he was two people at the same time as bein' Bubbles. He was tryin' to be this other person that wasn't Bubbles, but he was still Bubbles. It was, it was fucked. Ricky: I'd say we got about a ten per cent chance of gettin' out of this one boys. Officer George Green: [from out the window] Attention, this is the police. Come out with your hands up... Ricky: Is that George Green? Bubbles: That's definitely George Green. Ricky: Wicked. Okay, forget what I said, our chances just went up to about ninety five per cent. Julian: Ricky, you're pointing a loaded handgun at a puppet. Behind the puppet is our friend. The bullet will go through the doll and kill Bubbles. Give me the gun. Ricky: I gotta kill this fuckin puppet, Julian. Ricky: Holy fuck, purple squirrels! Ricky: What the fuck? Julian, it must be the fumes, i'm hallucinating, man! Looks like Bubbles has got wings on his back and he's strangling Mike Bullard! Conky: Oh, those were excellent negotiation tactics you used, Patrick Swayze. Julian: That's not funny, Bubbles. Conky: [singing] Ohhh my Julian, my handsome Julian Patrick Sawyze you were so fuckin sexy in Road House and fuckin' Dirty Dancing. Ricky: Boys, what the fuck is up with me getting shot with three darts, and it didn't even affect me? I must be like a superhero or something. Julian: Maybe you've got so much dope in your system, you're immune, Rick. Bubbles: Well, if that's the case, then Julian, he is like a superhero. Holy fuck, Ricky, you know who you are? You're Dope-Man! He can smoke a pound in a single bound. Randy: I can't get stoned, Ricky. Ricky: What do you mean? It's shitty work. Everybody does that, all right? Carpenters, electricians, dishwashers, floor cleaners, lawyers, doctors, fuckin' politicians, CBC employees, principals, people who paint the lines on the fuckin' roads, get stoned, it'll be fun, get to work! Oh, and this is the most important, go down to the Shit-Mart. I need a bag of chicken chips. If they don't have chicken, get me dill pickle. And I want a chocolate milk. Mr. Lahey: 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制

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Randy just doesn't understand. I mean I love him dearly, but I hate Ricky more. I just don't want to have to put up with that prick for the rest of my life. You know, he grew up as a little shit-spark from the old shit-flint. And then he turned into a shit-bonfire and then driven by the winds of his monumental ignorance, he turned into a raging shit-firestorm. If I get to be married to Barb i'll have total control of Sunnyvale, and then I can unleash a shitnami tidal wave that'll engulf Ricky and extinguish his shit-flames forever. And with any luck, he'll drown in the undershit of that wave. Shit-waves. 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制

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Julian: [Ricky is shoving a gun in Conky's face after he called him "Reveen"] Rick, you are pointing a loaded handgun at a puppet. Ricky: Yes, I am. Julian: Behind the puppet is our friend. The bullet will go through the doll and kill Bubbles. Give me the gun. Ricky: [pauses, seethes] I gotta kill this puppet, Julian. Julian: Listen, Ricky, you're only at school for one reason, and that's to sell drugs. Ricky: Knock, Knock, Trevor. Trevor: I'm not gonna say, "Who's there?", man. Ricky: You just did, you fucking idiot! [tears off his pants] [Ricky goes over the department store's public address system] Ricky: Mr. Lahey and Randy to the Fuck-off department. Mr. Lahey and Randy to the Fuck-off department and hurry the fuck up! Ricky: [sees Randy showering outside] Randy, I can see you through all those goddamn liquor bags and lawn-chair strapping, fucksakes! Randy: Well, stop friggin' looking, Rick! Ricky: Randy can't fight with his pants on, he doesn't want to tear his precious little pants. So when the pants come off, look the fuck out! Mr. Lahey: I might shoot you, and then I might shoot myself. Tell you what, you guess Ricky. Guess who i'm gonna shoot first. Will it be you Rick? Ricky: No. Mr. Lahey: Or will it be me? Ricky: Yeah. Mr. Lahey: You? Ricky: No! Mr. Lahey: Me? Ricky: Yeah! Shoot yourself, don't shoot me. Ricky: Randy only fights with his pants off because he's worried that he'll ruin his tight pants so when the pants come off... look... the fuck out. Julian: Where did you guys hand those flyers out at? Cory: Shit dude, we sent them to this new bar, The Empty Closet. Julian: The Empty Closet... Huh, why am I not surprised? J-Roc: Can't we talk? You're acting awful hard Randy. Randy: Well sometimes life is hard, J-Roc. J-Roc: Randy, sometimes, you're fat. You don't hear me talk about that, do you? [Pointing to baby-mamas] J-Roc: Look down dawg, nawmsayin'? Ya understand? Seems to me, like you should be able to understand and be sympathetic to what it's like to be pregnant, dawg. Randy: What are you talking about, J-Roc? J-Roc: Oh what, you a'int pregnant with a bucket of chicken? [Addressing unborn child] 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制

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J-Roc: Hey, lemme tell you somethin' little mafucker. When you grow up, don't grow up to be like that mafucker right there! [Pointing to Randy] J-Roc: Randy, you a'int even had your ultrasound yet, have you dawg? I could do you right now. [Uses bling like a stethoscope] J-Roc: I hear chicken. I hear cola fizz, and mustard and relish coagulating together with french fries and onion rings, but you know what? I don't hear a heart, motherfucker. C'mon ladies, let's pack this shit up. That's whack, Randy. Go on with your wallet. AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU, HAIRY BITCH! Phil Collins: [to Sam Losco] Hey, you owe me you fuckin' greasy caveman! [repeated line] Julian: Think Ricky! 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制

拖车公园男孩 (2004)

演职人员(102)

Michael Chattenberg

Jean Paul Tremblay

Robb Wells

Timm Hannebohm

Iain MacLeod

Barry Dunn

Mike Smith

Jackie Torrens

Jonathan Torrens

John Dunsworth

Patrick Roach

Sarah Dunsworth

Lucy De Coutere

George Green

柯瑞·包勒斯

Michael Jackson

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