Major General.
Yes?
Oh, no, I don't need anything. I just like to say "Major General". [To Gus] Try it.
No, Shawn.
Gus, just try it.
No!
Dude, just try it.
Major General! [smiles]
Psych · Season 4
Major General.
Yes?
Oh, no, I don't need anything. I just like to say "Major General". [To Gus] Try it.
No, Shawn.
Gus, just try it.
No!
Dude, just try it.
Major General! [smiles]
Major General.
Yes?
Oh, I got nothing. I just like saying that. Those two words in sequence. "Major General". Try it, Gus.
I don't want to, Shawn.
Just say it!
I don't want to!
Dude, say it.
Major General! [smiles]
Ew, how many men would you say you've killed?
Shawn!
Of the four of us, your brother is the only one who's probably killed a man, unless we're counting accidental deaths, in which case Gus would be in running.
Shawn!
You don't have to defend yourself.
The thing is, I have something big to tell you.
You know you can say anything to me, Gus. We've known each other forever and there's absolutely nothing that could dent our impenetrable bond.
I have a secret girlfriend.
You're dead to me.
Gus, don't be the new Meshach Taylor.
Oh my God. Are you in the vault of secrets right now?
No.
You are! It's settled, I'm helping.
You're not helping. Period. Suck it!
I don't mean to sound like a hard ass...
You didn't!
I did.
I didn't get that at all.
Actually I was trying to sound like a hard ass.
Mission accomplished!
Gus, don't be the "iiiiiiiit" in "wait for iiiiiiiit".
[Shawn and Gus are visiting a mobster in prison]
My name is Shawn Spencer, well known psychic. This is my associate Burton Guster.
Now you use my real name?!
Do you understand about honor, Mr. Spencer?
Of course I do. I have a bootleg copy of Saving Private Ryan at home.
Okay, so here are my findings. Turns out Juliet's boyfriend was working for a company owned by the infamous J.T. Waring.
Who?
Come on, Gus, she wrote all the "Harry Potter"s.
That's J.K. Rowling, Shawn.
Also, I put my favorite piece of art back on the wall.
It's not art, Shawn. It's a picture of a hot blonde laying on a Corvette that says "Haulin' Ass."
If it's not art, why did I insure it for half a million dollars?
That's because you're an idiot.
I still smell like stinky nuts!
Gus, we don't have four hours to riff on that.
I'm not big on nude handshakes.
I can't reach my back pocket. You'll have to punch me in the ass.
You must be out of your mind.
Sock me in the butt.
No, Shawn.
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