[Ricky is cooking bacon on the stove in Ray's burnt-down trailer]
Ricky
Hey, Dad!
Ricky
Cookin' some bacon for you, buddy.
Ricky
There's only three pieces left, but I'll give it to you so long as I can have the grease.
You can have the grease, buddy.
Ricky
Cool.
Bacon frying and the sparrows chirpin', Rick. It's all about the bacon and the sparrows, buddy.
Ricky
Dad, what the fuck are you talking about?
I'm talking about the sparrows, Rick. The sparrows in the Bible, buddy. You know, nothing to worry about. I'm not worried, the trailer's burned down, the sparrows aren't worried, nobody's worried.
Ricky
Sparrows are stupid, Dad. They don't give a fuck about anything.
Exactly my point, Rick. Maybe God forgives you for burning down my trailer, Rick. That's the point I'm trying to make this morning.
Ricky
Does ol' Goddy-boy forgive you for getting lap dances and playing VLTs?
I don't... What's your point, Rick? There's nothing wrong with playing VLTs and gettin' drunk.
Ricky
You want some fuckin' bacon or not?
Yes, Rick, I do. Rick, there's another point: we should be thankful for the bacon we're having this morning, because where do you think the bacon came from, Rick?
Ricky
From a cow.
Ricky
Hey, Bubbs.
Hey, Ricky. Holy fuck, that bacon smells good! Is there any extra?
Ricky
Only had a few piece, bud. I gave it to, ah, gave it to the old man.
[Bubbles looks to Ray, who nods "no"]
Ricky
I'm doin' bread heels and grease, it's pretty good. You want half?
Ricky
Yeah, just dip it in the bacon grease. It's fuckin' awesome.
[Ricky holds out the pan. Bubbles reluctantly dips his half of bread heel in the grease.]
You do it too. You're not trickin' me, are ya?
[Bubbles takes a bite, a disgusted look crosses his face]
It's kinda fuckin' dry, Ricky. Have you anything to drink?
Ricky
A little bit left in that.
[Ricky hands Bubbles a burnt and melted plastic pint of liquor. Bubbles takes a sip and an even more disgusted look crosses his face. He hands it back to Ricky, who downs the rest.]
Ricky
You still pissed off?
[Bubbles finds a spacesuit in his rocket kit]
What's this? HOLY FUCK, a spacesuit! DEE-CENT!
Ricky
No way! Fuckin' deck nulls, man! Check those out!
[Julian brings a coffee cup and dog dish to toast with]
[Ricky takes the dog dish]
Ricky
Well, let's make toast, boys!
To a good fuckin' time today.
This is a good time! [takes a drink] I'm gonna go put my spacesuit on, boys, then let's get this dirty cocksucker in the air!
Ricky
Bubbles, are you sure we gotta play space here? This is kind of stupid.
Come on, Ricky, look at this! This is awesome! Mission control, this is Commander Bubbles. I'm getting an NPS warning light on the link monitor control subsystem. I'm requesting reallocation to main OMS firing to CDS at level six, please advise.
Copy there, Commander. Reallocating there, Commander Bubbles.
Ricky
[sighs] Breaker, breaker, come in, Earth. This is rocketship 27. Aliens fucked over the carbonator in engine number 4, I'm gonna try to refuckulate it and land on Juniper. Uh, hopefully they got some space weed, over. How's that, buddy? I don't fuckin' know!
Ricky, that's not very good. Use space words, real ones, not talkin' about space weed!
Ricky
Dartmouth Regional Vacational School? Julian, are you fucked in the head? I thought we weren't going to fucking high school. I can't go to fucking vacational school.
Rick, you're not selling hash in high school, alright? You're old enough to be a teacher in high school, Rick. Think.
Ricky
Yeah, but the learning thing that you get at fucking spoken out and trying to get up in there and then you gotta...fuck.
Ricky
I can't do this, man. My brain doesn't work this way. It's not college level.
This is the perfect place to sell hash. We are not gonna get caught. Everything'll be fine. Come on.
You'll do alright, Ricky.
Think about this. Think about your daughter. Think about Lucy. They're gonna be impressed with you. They're gonna be so fucking proud of you, man. Come on, let's go.
Ricky
Julian, this brain barely got through fucking Grade 7. Well, Julian's been all paranoid lately with fucking Lahey and all these books he's reading, for fuck sakes. He says it's too risky for me to have a bunch of hash on me around schools that do these random searches, so he used this big smart thinking stuff to come up with this new plan where basically I just take orders for hash in the daytime, get people's locker number and combinations, then at night, we break into the school, if there's money in the lockers, we just drop the hash off there. Use the honor Lee system. And hopefully it's gonna work out good. Boys, they're not gonna let me in here. If they do, there's not a fucking chance in hell I'm gonna get a greeting card. Think about it, I'm stupid.
Rick, listen to me. Don't let school shit distract you, okay? You're here for one reason, and that's to sell drugs, okay? Stay focused, man.
There's two ways to look at it, really. Either you go to school to learn, or you go to school to sell drugs. And Ricky's here to sell drugs. I mean, maybe if it was under different circumstances he could learn something, but Julian wants him just to sell drugs. It's kind of ironic, really.
You know what a shit barometer is, Bubs?
Measures the shit pressure in the air. You can feel it. Listen, Bubs. Hear that? Sounds of the whispering winds of shit.
Ricky
What the fuck are you going on about?
No, I don't hear anything.
Oh, but you will, my sorry little friend, when the ol' shit barometer rises, and you'll feel it too. Your ears will implode from the shit pressure. You were warned, Bubs. But you picked the wrong side. Beware, my friend. Shit winds are a-comin'.
What if we drove down midnight pass road?
No, man. If we go up this way, we stop at Mimar's Arcade right there.
Ricky
What the fuck? Do one of you idiots mind telling why there's only 10 fuckin' carts left in that truck instead of 20?
Yeah, we had to move 10 off.
Ricky
Oh, you moved 10 off. Did you hear that, Julian? Precious little Cory and Trevor fucked up and took 10 carts off the goddamn load!
Your order's for 10 carts, Rick. You fucked up.
Ricky
What the fuck are you lookin' at, Trevor?
Fucked up, Ricky. You know what else? You're wearing the same dirty clothes since you got out of jail. Fuck up, man.
Ricky
What did you just say to me?
Ricky
Knock knock, Trevor.
I'm not gonna say "who's there", man.
Ricky
You just did, you fuckin' idiot.
[Ricky rips Trevor's pants]
[Julian gets out of the car]
Boys! Boys! We're supposed to be workin' like a team here! You wanna be on the winning team that makes a shitload of money, or do you wanna be on the losing team that goes to jail, huh? Apologize to him!
Ricky
I'm not apologizing to him.
Cory, move. Apologize to him.
Ricky
I'm sorry I ripped your pants off, Trevor.
It's alright, Ricky. Shit happens, man.
Ricky
Do you want your pocket back, Trevor?
Here's some gas money. Cory, get over here. Gas money, and here's twenty for a new pair of pants.
Alright, no speeding. Put on your seatbelts. Don't fuck around.
Ricky
Do a good job, boys.
Ricky, you ripped his fuckin' pants right off.
Ricky
I don't know what happened. I'm just so stressed out lately. I fucked up. He was fuckin' standin' up to me though. He better watch himself or he's gonna lose a fuckin' friend. I'll tell you that.
I remember Halloween 1977 like it was yesterday. I remember everything about that night.
Ricky
Well, I didn't even smoke dope back in '77, so I can tell you exactly what happened on Halloween.
I remember Halloween 1977 perfectly.
Ricky
We dressed up as people from Star Wars, and I remember Julian copied off me. I don't even remember what I dressed up as, Luke Skywalker or Dark Vader or something, but Julian copied off me. Bubbles was the gold guy, I remember that.
Had my C-3P0 outfit on. I remember the way the moon was gleamin' off the gold. I just wanted to get candy and Julian was on the liquor. I mean, we were only kids, but he was still drivin' liquor into him.
Then we see Lahey coming home. He just got off duty. Parked his car, got out. Ricky decides he wants to fuck over his cop car.
Ricky
Bubbles or Julian, I can't remember which one. It was probably Julian, but I think it was Bubbles, said, "Let's go mess around with his cop car over here."
Julian had the idea, he wanted to get into some 'mischief', I remember is what he called it. And he wanted to go push Lahey's car, put it out of gear and see where it would roll to.
Ricky
They put the car out of gear and started pushing it.
Put it out of gear and off it went, and it picked up way more speed than they thought it would, and it crashed right into a fuckin' trailer. I remember thinking, "Oh my God, now we did it."
Ricky
And Lahey, he was a cop back then, it was his car, he ran out. All he wanted was to take Julian's liquor, 'cause Julian was drinking big time back then. Julian fought him for it, liquor went up, got spilled all over Lahey and his uniform. He finally got the liquor, got back to his car and was trying to get car unstuck from the trailer in reverse, and liquor spilled all over his crotch.
Next thing you know, George Green shows up, he was Lahey's partner.
Ricky
He's the stupidest cop there is and he thought Lahey was drunk, pissed himself. It did look like he was drunk and pissed himself, but he wasn't drunk. I don't think he even pissed himself at all, so it was a misunderstanding.
He started saying, "Now listen, George, this isn't what it looks like", and George told him he was drunk, and as they started arguing, all that did is make Lahey look more drunk and crazy than he actually was back then. And next thing, Lahey's under arrest and it was our fault.
Ricky
It came down to two choices, and Lahey, well, he resigned. I just can't believe that Julian and Bubbles, they--they ruined Mr. Lahey's life.
He lost his career, he lost his marriage, went down the tubes and he lost his mind.
Mr. Lahey used to be nice back then, and we turned him into a drunk, crazy lunatic.
Ricky
Is there any way Lucy coulda got pregnant without my bird doin' stuff to her?
[laughs] You're joking, right, Rick?
Ricky
No, actually I'm pretty serious, Dad.
Ricky
There must be another way. We have done some stuff, but.. Me and Lucy haven't banged in 7 months and she's 6 months pregnant, so... Does that work out, or...
Bubbles, answer that. I gotta rock a piss off, buddy.
[Lucy and Sarah are helping Randy try on new pants]
The navy's really good. I actually can't see your underwear for once.
Yeah, they look really good, Randy. They're a big improvement.
They're so comfortable. My other ones were so tight!
[Randy rocks from side to side, stretching in the new pants as Sarah checks a cuff]
Yeah, they're only one size bigger, too.
[Randy's gut hits Sarah in the face]
Ricky
[from outside] Lucy, get the fuck out here and tell me what's going on! Nice pants, Randy! You still look fucking stupid! Lucy, I'm serious! Get out here and talk to me!