LLawyer
I am so sorry. My apologies, we're so busy today. It's good to see all of you.
Dennis
That's quite all right, sir. Don't worry about it. Listen, would now be a good time to say a few words about my wonderfully warm and caring mother?
No, just get to the reading part.
Get on with it, man. Let's go.
LLawyer
All right. Uh, which one of you, uh, is Frank Reynolds?
LLawyer
OK, uh, Frank, I have something here I need to read to you from Barbara. [reading] "Frank, if your fat monkey heart is still beating, then congratulations. I want you to know that I hereby leave all of your money to Bruce Mathis, the real father of my children."
Dennis
What?!
LLawyer
[reading] "A handsome man with a beautiful soul and a nicer penis."
You're giving all of my money to that jerk-off!?
LLawyer
You know, Mr. Reynolds, I'm reading what's on the document.
Why are you giving it to him?!
She barely even knew him!
LLawyer
Yeah, I'm not giving any money to anybody, you see. I'm just reading what's on a will.
Where is that rat bastard?!
LLawyer
Sir, I don't know!
'Cuz I wanna smash his face, until he's dead--killed dead!
Dennis
Frank, would you forget about Bruce?! Mom just gave away all of our money!
LLawyer
You know what, we should just move forward, OK? [reading] "For my darling son, Dennis...presumably." [motioning to Dennis] "I give you my house."
Dennis
Yeah, OK... well yeah, now it's starting to make sense. Read on.
LLawyer
"...on the sole condition that Frank not be allowed in."
Dennis
I would never let him in.
LLawyer
"You get nothing. You were a disappointment and a mistake."
We were born at the same time. What are you talking about? You're not making any sense.
Tell that bitch it doesn't make sense!
LLawyer
Okay, I'm reading the words that someone else wrote, 'kay? I don't know your mom, never met your mom. In fact, I'm certainly not speaking to your mom now, because she's dead!
Yeah, we know she's dead. We're venting because we're frustrated.
You tell her, she's a goddamned whore--always been a whore!
Whoa whoa, what about jewelry? Does it say anything about jewelry?
LLawyer
It does say something about the jewelry in here, in that um, she wants to be buried in it.
Goddamnit... oh goddamnit!
Oh! Oh! She's taking it into the grave!
Tell you what, you son of a bitch, I'm very disappointed in you today--very upset with you! You tell her from me, that I will be in touch with her, somehow...
Yeah, tell her she's a bitch!
LLawyer
These are awkward situations, often, and I know it can be difficult...
Dennis
[whispering to the lawyer as Frank and Dee leave] Hey, thanks for the house, dude.
LLawyer
You know...[awkwardly "bumping fists" with Dennis] You know, I didn't give you the house...that's not how this whole situation works...
Dennis
[gleefully] Yes you did! [laughs]
[Dennis leaves]
LLawyer
[to himself] Jesus Christ.
It's locked! All right, let me try this out.
Dennis
What is that, your apartment key? That's not gonna work!
Dennis
We're not at your apartment, shithead!
Well how many possible lock combinations can there be?
Dennis
Oh, so many, dude, like hundreds of millions.
Well eventually they're gonna overlap--
Dennis
They're not ever gonna--
You know what, you're right, it's not working.
Dennis
Oh, no shit.
Dennis
It was not worth a try.
You promised you wouldn't bring up the helicopter!
Dude, you're not the boss of me, okay?
Technically, Charlie, I am the boss of you, because I own half your shares!
You sold me half your shares of the bar for "goods and services"!
Dennis
Wait, you've definitely given me half your shares too, dude!
Maybe I gave you guys a couple of shares when my back was against the wall and I needed a little breathing room--
Bro, you gave me a shitload of shares one time for half a sandwich!
What're you guys doing? Is this a hose job, where you're hosing me down?
Dennis
Dude, you hosed yourself down!
You hosed yourself up and down, Charlie!
C'mon, what do you guys want me to do?
Dennis
Yeah, get a job!
Just get a job? Why don't I strap on my job helmet, and squeeze down into a job cannon, AND FIRE OFF INTO JOBLAND, WHERE JOBS GROW ON JOBBIES?!!!
Dennis
Some gay guys are twinks, and others are bears. This gay guy's a bear. By the way we're totally cool with that. To each his own.
Wait, I'm a little confused here. What's a twink?
Dennis
A twink is small and slender, like Mac.
Oh no, I'm too muscular, I would be a bear.
Dennis
Ohh don't think so bro. Not hairy enough.
Smooth. I would be a bear.
Dennis
No no, see I don't think you'd be a bear either. As a matter of fact, I don't know what you would be, because you're definitely not a twink.
I'd be a top, that's for sure.
Can a twink be a top, or is that reserved for bears?
Dennis
I'm sure there's a great deal of switching back and forth, but I think more often than not bears are tops, unless they happen to be power-bottoms.
A power-bottom is a bottom that is capable of receiving an enormous amount of power.
Dennis
Actually Mac, you got it backwards. See, a power-bottom's actually generating all the power by doing most of the work.
Does the power have to do with the size or the strength of the bottom?
Now Dennis, I've heard that speed has something to do with it.
Dennis
Speed has everything to do with it. You see, the speed of the bottom informs the top how much pressure he's supposed to apply. Speed's the name of the game. Right, buddy?
(notices that Corporate Guy has left)
Dennis
Ooh, hey.
WWaitress
[Flirtatiously] Hehe, hi.
Dennis
Ha, so listen, first let me apologize for never calling you back, ever. Second, I was applying here and maybe you could, you know, help me out.
WWaitress
Ooh, hehe...well, um, why don't I just go get you an app...
Dennis
...App...lication and uniform?
Dennis
Ha ha, that's weird that we said that at the same time.
WWaitress
Hehe, I know! Well I'll be back and, yeah.
Dennis
All righty.
WWaitress
Hehe, um, yeah. Hehe, yeah, bye.
Dennis
Ha ha, bye.[Waitress walks out] What's her name again?
(Cut to the restaurant.)
Dennis
Guess what? I just topped myself for most phone numbers in one day--nine.
Dee (high-fiving him): Nine? Come on. Six strawberry margaritas, please. (Charlie and the Waitress come up. Charlie is clearly gloating about something.)
Uh, don't make 'em, 'cause you won't have your jobs much longer. Corporate's on their way down here right now to fire your asses!
Dennis (hurt): Babe, don't do that to me! I feel like we were getting so close, sweet baby--
He doesn't even know your name!
Dennis
Yes, I do!
WWaitress
What's my name, what is it? (There is a pause while Dennis tries to figure out a way to bullshit his way out of this one.)
Dennis
Beautiful. (It didn't work.)
Waitress (disgusted): Oh, my God! You're a dick!
Dennis
That's what I call you all the time. Would you not want to be called "beautiful"? (Corporate Guy enters.)
CGCorporate Guy
Are one of you guys the one that called me? (Charlie turns to face him.)
Charlie (raising his hand): Uh, right here. These two (points to Dennis and Dee) are the ones who were stealing.
CGCorporate Guy
Hey, I know you...(points at Dennis)...and you. You're the ones who run that dive bar down the street!
Yeah, and you're the corporate dude with the helicopter.
CGCorporate Guy
Right. Here's the thing--I had a really strange night last night. Your friends and their doo-wop group, they showed up at my house and tried to attack me. One of them died on my doorstep, and it sorta put me in a funk. So I'm gonna clean house, and you're all fired. (The Gang is taken aback, but the Waitress is incredibly smug.)
Waitress (gloating): You guys are all fired. I'm not fired. I'm not fired, right?
CGCorporate Guy
Did you hire these people? (Various affirmations from the Gang.)
CGCorporate Guy
Well, then, clearly you're an idiot, because these people are psychopaths. (sarcastic) But no, you're not fired. (beat) I'm just kidding, you are. Get the hell out of my restaurant. (He walks out.)
Waitress (turning on Charlie): Goddammit, Charlie! Really?! Now how am I gonna pay for my rent next month, huh?
Don't worry about it, you can come and live with me, all right? (He reaches out to her, but she rejects him.)
WWaitress
GO TO HELL!!! (She storms off.)