拖车公园男孩 (2004) 9.3

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 101. 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... 101. 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 7. You know, that's what good parenting is all about. You gotta let them have a bit of freedom. Ricky:

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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.

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