[Ricky spots Julian with Tania across from his car]
Ricky
Julian? What the fuck's he doin' here? Julian, what's this bullshit?! Fuck.
[Ricky and Julian get out of their cars]
Ricky
Why aren't you watching the dope plants? You asshole!
Calm down, Ricky. We're just grabbing some takeout.
Ricky
Takeout, my ass. It looks like you're on a date with cinnamon roll fuckin' head!
Ricky
Randy, come back here for a second.
Ricky
Listen man, if you go down to the store and pick me up some "ja-lap-ano" chips and $2 worth of pepperoni, I'll hang out with you for a bit.
Yeah, and get me some fuckin' Gummiworms and stuff.
Gummiworms. Okay. Ja-lap-ano chips. Pepperoni. You want anything, Julian?
[Julian nods "no"]
Does anyone else want anything while I'm down there?
Yeah, pick me up a bag of ja-lap-ano chips.
Ricky
Jalapeno? What flavor is that?
Ricky, the "J" is silent. You're saying it wrong.
The "J" is like an "H", Ricky. "Hal-a-pee-no," not "ja-lap-ano."
Ricky
What in the fuck are you guys talking about?
Hal-a-pee-no. Hal-a-pee-no. That's how you pronounce it.
Ricky
I know how to pronounce it! I ordered fuckin' ja-lap-ano!
Alright, boys! Cease and desist! The cops are on the way to Number 1 Bonnyview right now with a warrant.
Ricky
Bullshit!
What are you talking about, Lahey?
You know what a shit rope is, Julian? It's a rope covered with shit that criminals try to hold on to. You see, the shit kind of acts like grease. The harder you try to climb up, the tighter you try to hold on, the faster you slide down the rope, Julian. All the way to jail.
Ricky
This is private property. Get the fuck outta here. Have another drink, Lahey.
Ricky
Great guys, what are we gonna do now?
I'm afraid of shit ropes. What is a shit rope?
Ricky
I don't know.
Meeting inside, let's go!
Ricky
He's drunk. I don't fucking know.
Are we sliding down some sort of a shitty rope?
Ricky
Julian, I can't deal with this bullshit right now.
Ricky
What time is it, Bubbles?
[Ricky lights a cigarette in the bank]
Ricky, you can't fucking light up in the bank!
Ricky
I can do whatever the fuck I want now, buddy! I'm rich as fuck now! 38 grand in unmarked bills, I don't give a fuck!
Ricky
Julian, fuck all this bullshit. Fuck this bank. Let's just go spend it, man. Let's go shopping. We need some gifts, come on.
Ricky, we're gonna set up some GIC's and some RSP's, man. That's an investment.
Ricky
Fuck investments, Julian.
Listen, we can go on vacation every year, man. Go on a cruise or something.
Ricky
I don't give a fuck about a cruise. I wanna go spend the cash right now.
Ricky, that's what smart people do with their fucking money. Invest it. Julian's handling all my finances.
Listen, we just set up a few business in the trailer park, man. Why don't you let me control your money?
Ricky
Control my money? Fuck RSVP's, Julian. What about Freedom 35? I thought we were fucking retired!
Ricky
I grew the fucking dope! It's my fucking money!
You can't scream "dope" out in the bank.
Ricky
Dope, dope, dope-itty fucking dope, dope!
Ricky
Fuck.
Nice. Listen, I can walk out on my own, guys.
Ricky
Fuck off, salamander head! Give me my fucking cigarette back! Fuck off! Let go of me!
Everybody calm down! We're leaving!
[Ricky pulls up next to Randy and Jim]
Ricky
Hey, guys. Don't want any trouble. Just got out of jail, I'm a new man. I got lots of money, all right? So I don't want to start any bullshit. What I do want is a brand new double-wide trailer. The nicest one you got.
Ricky
Yeah? Well, here's a thousand dollars down, for hook-up fees and six month's lease up front.
Where the hell'd you get that kind of money?
Ricky
I got lots of money, Lahey.
[Julian rolls past in a new Ford Mustang convertible, stereo thumping]
Oh, I get it. Never mind.
Ricky
Lahey, I've got my own money, all right? I got lots of it in an endless supply. I want a double-wide trailer by 5:00 tomorrow or I'm calling Barbara. Simple as that.
Ricky, I'm not hauling anything in this park unless I get $5,000 down.
Ricky
Believe me, I'd give you the money right now, but I don't trust either one of you fuck row knots.
Yeah? And I don't trust you, shit bat. Collateral, Rick, or no trailer.
Ricky
Fine. I'll give you some collateral. Why don't you go around and tell everybody in this park that I'll kiss your bare ass if I don't have the money by five o'clock tomorrow? That's some fucking collateral, isn't it?
You'll kiss his bare ass?
Ricky
That's what I said, dumbass.
Ricky, that would mean that you'd agree to play by Sunnyvale Trailer Park rules. You willing to put that in writing?
Ricky
Gimme a fucking pen!
Get a lease agreement, Randy. Special clauses. Rick?
[Jim hands Ricky a pen, Ricky gives Lahey a twenty dollar bill]
Ricky
That's for the pen. And you know what? I get out of jail, I try to start things off on the right foot. And you wouldn't do that, would you? So I'm gonna pay you $100 to fuck off. Leave me alone. Just give me my trailer and fuck off.
Well, Ricky's been living in the Shitmobile for...I don't know how many years now. Julian gave it to him when he had no place to go, and...Ricky goes on about it, you know, how much he hates the fucking thing, but he's lived in it so long I think he really...he'd really miss it if he didn't have it.
Ricky
There's a lot of history, you know, in this car. I've been living in this car and it's been a big part of my life, but... You know, it's fucked me around quite a bit. Sometimes it stalls on you and it doesn't work right. You get to need to go somewhere and it's like, "No, you're not fucking going anywhere, because I'm gonna fucking stall on you," and it pisses you off!
It was Julian's grandmother who owned it originally and she left it to Julian. And that's probably how most of the damage got done, because she used to drive around here drunk all the time, smashing into poles and stuff. You think Julian goes around with a drink a lot? You shoulda saw her.
[The Shitmobile stalls out]
Ricky
Yeah, you know what's coming, don't ya? You know what's gonna happen to you tonight!
You know, he's always kicking it and being mean to it, but he loves that old Yorker. [Unwraps a Tootsie Pop] Purple.
[Lucy appears with a lawyer to collect unpaid child support. The lawyer's face is censored.]
LLawyer
I suggest you turn that camera off right now. If I see my face on TV or reproduced in any way, I will sue.
This is the guy, right here. The guy in the tracksuit.
Ricky
Who in the fuck are you?
He's a fucking lawyer, Ricky.
Ricky
And I'm a fuck offer.
LLawyer
Richard, hi. I've heard so much about you. [Hands Ricky some papers]
Ricky
What the hell is this?
LLawyer
Well, I guess you could call it a bill for being an asshole.
Ricky
You better watch yourself, buddy. Bubbles, give me a hand with this reading stuff, please? [Hands the papers to Bubbles] A lot of big words there, man.
Three years child support payments you owe, Ricky.
Ricky
Child reports? What? Now you got suit dummies making up big fancy word papers about me being a bad father because I'm rich now? This is bullshit, Lucy! I'm not a bad father, am I, Trinity?
Ricky, a good father doesn't go to jail every year, okay?
Ricky
Some do!
LLawyer
I think you'll find those papers in order, Richard. See you in court.
Ricky
[Over megaphone] Think you're so big with your little suit and all your little college reading and stuff like that. Go fuck yourself! Lucy, you better not be banging him!
[Bubbles is vacuuming the dirt off of Ricky with a Dustbuster]
Ricky
Just a second, buddy.
[Ricky walks into Bubbles' shed to pee]
Ricky, Jesus. You might want to close the door.
Ricky
[to camera crew, drunkenly] Hey, stop fucking filming me in here.
[The camera crew zooms in on Bubbles]
The fuck are you filming him pee for?
Ricky
Turn off the fucking camera!
[Bubbles starts vacuuming Ricky's back while he pees]
Ricky
[to camera] Fuck off.
SSaleswoman
Hello? Hi! Excuse me? Um, I'm looking for Ricky. I have his encyclopedias.
Ricky
Trinity, come with me. Daddy bought you some encyclopedias so you can get smarter and you won't be stupid like Daddy when you get older!
Ricky
So what's the damage?
SSaleswoman
Well, with tax it is $4,728.33, and that is the cash price.
Ricky
What? For a bunch of fucking books?
SSaleswoman
Well, if you don't have it that's fine, but I have to tell you, that's a one-time price only...
Ricky
Oh no, shh, shh, shh, no, no, no...I've got lots of money, I've got the money right here. What are they, fucking printed in gold or something? Jesus Christ!
Is that all the money you got, Ricky?
Ricky
Well, I got...I thought I had more than this. I could sell some stuff, Lahey. I'll have your money tomorrow. I gotta do one thing at a time here.
Well, well, well. What's it gonna be, Rick? You gonna buy the trailer? Or are you gonna kiss my bare ass right now in front of all these good people?
[Ricky looks at Trinity, then gives the money to the saleswoman]
Oh my God, he's gonna do it, dude! Holy shit, it's ass-kissing time, man! Right on!
My God, Lucy, let's...let's get Trinity out of here right now.
Ricky, you did the right thing.
Ricky
Let's fucking get this over with, Lahey.
[unbuckles his belt] It would be my pleasure, Ricky.
Ricky
Jesus Christ...
Pucker up, boy! [pulls his pants down]
Make it a quick one, Ricky!
Ricky
Bite me, Randy.
[Ricky takes a big haul off of a wine bottle, gives Jim a peck on the ass]
I can't believe he did that!
[Ricky spits]
I can't believe he did that! That's fuckin' gross, right?
Well, I guess I won that one, Rick!
Yeah, I hope you enjoyed that, Lahey.
Ricky
Knock knock.
Ricky
A bootlegger...a bootlegger in the park and I hope it's not you that's doing it...'cause that would put me in an awkwardly situation.
Putting you in an awkwardly situation?
Ricky
Yeah, I work for Lahey now. I just hope it's not you, Julian.
Well, of course it's me that's doing it, you bonehead!
You better be careful with my walkie, Ricky.
Ricky
It's my walkie now, Randy. You got suspended, remember? So fuck off.
Ricky
I guess you didn't hear what I just said. First thing I said was "It's my walkie now," second thing is "You're suspended," and the third thing was "Fuck off."
Strike three, Ricky. It is my duty and pleasure to inform you that you are fired. Give me your walkie.
Ricky
I'm not fired, I fuckin' quit. You want your walkie back? No problem. Here, Randy, you can go fuckin' get it.
[Ricky throws Randy's walkie into the vodka pool, Bubbles laughs]
You just crossed the line, Ricky!
[Randy attacks Ricky, they tackle each other into the vodka pool, spilling it]
[Trinity runs up to Ricky's car, where he is sleeping on the hood.]
Daddy, wake up! Wake up, Daddy, wake up! Wake up! It's time to put my patch on, hurry up, Daddy!
Ricky
Trinity has got to quit smoking. Like, I can't have her smoking anymore, it's ridiculous. She had the idea that maybe me and her can quit together, and it's kind of like a good father-daughter thing, so we're going to quit together. We're going to go on the patch.
[Ricky is showing Cory and Trevor how to steal gasoline]
Ricky
Unleaded, blue container. Supreme, red container. Diesel in the green. Okay? Are we clear here, guys?
Yeah, but how can you tell which is the supreme?
[Trinity throws grass at Cory and slaps his arm three times]
Ricky
What, are you stupid? You fucking taste it. Unleaded tastes a little tangy, supreme is kinda sour, and diesel tastes pretty good.
Will you please. For God sakes, stop it, man. Can you do somethin' about your daughter?
[Trinity slaps Cory's arm again]
Ricky
Just let her hit you, Cory. Stand down and listen to me.
[Trinity slaps Cory's arm again and they fight each other]
Stop it. I'm not lettin' ya.
Ricky
Are you gonna fight my daughter who's nine years old?! 'Cause you're probably gonna get hurt, okay? Boys, don't fuck this up. I am your boss. You do what I say when I say it. Or I'll report both of you to Julian and you won't be goin' on this fuckin' cruise, okay?
Come on! That's ridiculous, dude!
[Trinity pushes Cory back]
Ricky
Cory, shut the fuck up, leave my daughter alone and listen to me. Go to the store, get Julian some rum, and go siphon some fuckin' gas, alright? 'Cause I gotta take Trinity to go get some patches.