You put the bar up as a prize?
Charlie
No, check again - I put the bar under the pride section, the things that you're proud of.
It's a Z, Charlie - prize!
Didn't you read that goddamn thing?
Charlie
I gave it a once-over!
Your illiteracy has screwed us again, Charlie.
Charlie
Your illiteracy is screwing us, man!
Don't even joke about hunting no man.
Who's joking? I'm not joking.
Oh yeah? Well, I was hunted once. I'd just came back from 'Nam. I was hitching through Oregon and some cop started harassing me. Next thing you know, I had a whole army of cops chasing me through the woods! I had to take 'em all out--it was a bloodbath!
[everyone pauses awkwardly]
Charlie
That's 'Rambo', dude.
Charlie
You just described the plot of 'Rambo'.
[Mac, Dennis, and Charlie all agree at once]
Yeah, and come to think of it, that's not the first time you've described your life in the way of John Rambo's life.
Frank: Hey street rat!
Frank. Frank. Hey, Frank.
Charlie
Hey, man. Hey, Frankie!
Hey, Frank, good to see you!
Charlie
Good to see you, man. Hey, look, can you get us some more of that human meat?
Are you still going on about the meat? I didn't feed you human meat. It was a raccoon.
Charlie
What?
You ate raccoon meat. I told you it was people because I wanted to freak you out, because you're stealing my food.
Charlie
No! No, no. No, no. Then why am I always hungry? And stomach pains? And nothing satisfies the hunger?
You probably got a tapeworm. That coon meat is lousy with parasites.
How are we suppose to scale back our energy costs when you are filling this generator with gasoline?
Yeah bro, since when did you start running the bar on a gas generator?
Charlie
About a week ago. I've been doing it for about a week.
Charlie
Well because you know electricity is so expensive man. So I figured let's get a generator and you know run the bar on it.
Are you kidding me?! Gasoline is like a thousand times more expensive than electricity!
You know what Charlie, you shouldn't be making these decisions anyway, okay? You're not the decision making type. As the brains of this organization, I should have made this decision.
Hey, whoa, whoa, I'm sorry. Since when did you become the brains?
Uhh...I'm sorry. I've always been the brains.
What?! What are you talking about? I thought I was the brains. What the hell am I?
Well, yeah, of course I'm the looks, but I always thought of myself as the brains and the looks.
No, you're the looks, I'm the brains, and Charlie is the wildcard. That's...
Charlie
Whoa! That's awesome.
Yeah! Yeah, that's the classic setup. You know this, no? Look, every great crew in history has followed that basic dynamic, right? Looks, brains, wildcard. Think about it! The A-team did it. Scooby Doo did it. The Ghostbusters did it!
Charlie
Oh shit!
Yes! Right? Our problem is that we don't stick to that basic format and it gets us in trouble.
So what you're saying is that by breaking from that format, we're actually limiting our ability to be as successful as those organizations.
Charlie
You're totally right, dude.
Great, onto the matter at hand. We're getting plowed in the ass by the oil companies and the gas companies with their ten gallon hats and their rotten ass-plowing hearts. So, as the brains of this organization, I came up with a plan.
It involves us pulling up our bootstraps, oiling up a couple of asses, and doing a little plowing of our own. [long pause] Not gay sex.
Charlie
Ah...okay, 'cause that's what it sounded like. What did you mean...
We're gonna solve the gas crisis!
Charlie
Oh, good!
Alright, well just let me do the talking.
Charlie
Well, I feel like you got to at least talk with a southern accent, man. [rings doorbell]
No, I'm not going to talk in a southern accent. It's bad enough that you wore this stupid "disguise."
Charlie
But we're oil men! We would have southern accents.
Yeah, but we don't need bolo ties and stupid hats...
Charlie
Yes, we do! She's gonna...
[front door answered]
Hello ma'am. Well, uh, what a lovely house dress.
Charlie
Yeah, well you're lookin' all sorts o' good!
Now, you seem like a sweet, sophisticated, nice, busy young lady so we're not going to waste your time today.
Charlie
Nah, we're just a couple oil men in from Dallas and well, heh, we're itching like a hound to give you ah somethin' you want.
Heh, what my associate is trying to say is that we're here to offer your community a much needed service...
Charlie
Hells yeah! We want to fill you up if you so inclined to let us.
Please let me do the talking. Please.
Charlie
Now, we ain't gonna take no for an answer now you here, heh. Okay? So don't be making me sick my associate on your here, alright? He don't take kindly to no. So, can I fill you up or what?
[rushing into the van]
Charlie
Ya, best get to steppin' cause Johnny Law's a-comin'!
Yeah, you might want to start driving because she called the cops on us.
Why's he talking like that?
Well wildcard over here decided to lose his mind.
Charlie
Now I say, I say that's just damn preposterous, boy!
Now you're just talking like Foghorn Leghorn!
Alrigh guys, I think it's time we just cut our losses and go back to the original plan.
Charlie
Ah, the generator!
No, not the generator! Storing the gas at Paddy's.
Charlie
Alright.
It's too soon to sell this gas anyway. Just shut the door.
Charlie
Okay okay...
Wait...the brakes...the brakes aren't working.
Brakes aren't working. No, I'm saying...no, the brakes.
Wiggle it, it gets better...
Guys, why aren't the brakes working!
Charlie
Because I cut the brakes! Wildcard, bitches! Yeeeeehaaaaw!!! [jumps out of the back of the van]
[The gang is driving in the rape van]
Wait, the brakes...the brakes aren't working.
Brakes aren't working. No, I'm saying..nno, the brakes.
Wiggle it, it gets better.
Guys, why aren't the brakes working?!
Charlie
BECAUSE I CUT THE BRAKES! WILDCARD, BITCHES! YEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW!!! [jumps out of the back of the van after kicking the trunk door open, as the rest of the group immediately abort the plan and get out of the runaway van]
[cut to the inside of "Bruce's" apartment as he is watching a golf game]
GAGolf announcer on the TV
Mastersfield steps up behind the tee, eight strokes behind the leader. Hole number 17, 338 yards, dogleg left.
[suddenly a massive explosion rocks his apartment and blows out his windows with explosive force as the rape van, full of gasoline barrels, hits the van of "Bruce", utterly destroying both cars in a gigantic fireball]
Charlie
Dude...[reaches in mouth]
No...stop! Don't do it. Oh my God.
[Charlie pulls out tooth]
How? How is that possible?!?
Charlie
I don't know.
Charlie
Do you think they're my baby teeth?
Put it with the other ones.
You're not going to be able to eat this hot dog.
Charlie
I'll suck it down.
PGParole Guy
You're claiming that your father threatened to, quote, eat the living shit out of you.
PGParole Guy
Mr. Kelly, in your sworn statement to police, you claimed the prisoner told you that if you didn't, quote, jam a bunch of stuff in your butt, he was going to rape you so hard the room would stink.
PGParole Guy
Then, he was going to, quote, eat your butt and your son's butt in the stink, until his stomach was full of your... butts. Is this correct?
Charlie
That is also correct.