Here's a little piece of hash. Go to the stove, do some hot knives, get stoned, and get to work.
Randy
I can't get stoned, Ricky
What do you mean? It's shitty work. Everybody does that, all right? Carpenters, electricians, dishwashers, floor cleaners, lawyers, doctors, fuckin' politicians, CBC employees, principals, people who paint the lines on the fuckin' roads. Get stoned, it'll be fun. Get to work.
How's it going, Randy? Did you get everything done?
Randy
Almost. Are those my burgers, Ricky? That's my burger, right?
No, Barb made these for me.
Randy
I want my fuckin' burger, Rick!
Randy, I'll get yours later. You didn't finish your job.
[Randy tries to take the burger out of Ricky's hand]
Randy
Fuck you!
You get the fuckin' chicken chips-
[Randy grabs the burger and tries to eat it as Ricky starts choking him]
Fuckin' asshole! Give me that back, you fuckin' dick! Let go of it! Stop grabbing it!
[Jim sees Ricky from his back view, making it look like Randy is trying to perform oral sex on him]
Get your hands of it! Get your fuckin' hands of it!
Randy
IT'S MINE!
[Lahey trips and accidently shoots the arrow towards Ricky and Randy. Ricky gets shot in the back of his shoulder with the arrow]
[in pain] FUCK! What the fuck?! Ah, Jesus Christ!
[Ricky takes out his gun and starts shooting aimlessly]
What are you doing?! Give me that!
I'm trying to shoot whoever fuckin' shot me!
Randy, how could you do that?
Randy
Do what?
What you were doing with Ricky?
Randy
I wasn't doing anything with Ricky.
Is that a fuckin' bow and...you fuckin' shot me!
It was an accident, Ricky. I was trying to shoot a blue jay.
I'll show you a fuckin' blue jay!
Ricky, it was an accident! Listen, you can call the cops on Lahey for getting shot with an arrow, but he can call the cops on you for firing a handgun out in the trailer park. They cancel out.
That doesn't even make sense, Julian.
I don't have the right people words to make you understand the way it means to me, but something's fucked up here!
[Bubbles lightly tries to pull out the arrow]
Ricky AGHHHH!!! FUUUCK!!!
[Julian pushes Ricky away as he grunts in pain]
Randy
Ricky, you owe me two double cheeseburgers for cleaning up Julian's trailer!
I never said doubles, Randy! I never said fuckin' doubles! Where's my chocolate milk and chicken chips?!
[to Randy] Fuck you and fuck your cheeseburgers!
Everybody calm down! For fuck's sakes! Is this all about cheeseburgers?!
Randy
Yeah.
Well, Randy, I've got burger meat and cheese at my shed. I'll cook some up for you on the barbeque if that'll diffuse the situation.
We know there's a fuckin' animal in here, Ricky. The tracks lead right to shit town. What the fuck's goin' on?
What the hell are you talking about, Lahey, you idiot... [throws Lahey's bow over the fence] Look, this is none of your fuckin' business. You know what? We all know what's going on here anyway. You're trying to fill my feet. Guess what, Lahey? You will never, ever be the fuckin' trailer park supervisor I was. Got that? [lights a cigarette] You're fuckin' losin' it, bud.
You know what, Ricky? You already lost it. It's gone, bud. Whatever it is, whatever you are, gone. He who looks into the abyss, realizes that there's nothin' looking back at him, and the only thing he sees is his own character, Ricky. You understand, bud? The abyss? The shit abyss?
Randy
Means deep stuff, Ricky. You wouldn't understand.
What does it mean, then, Randy? Huh? Fuck does it mean?
Randy
I understand it.
Oh, you do, do you? No you don't, because it's fucked. 'Cause everything you assholes say, you fuckin' take from books. Guess what? I don't steal anything from books. You guys, get the fuck outta here! [pushes Lahey into the car] Get the fuck outta here, I'm serious! [throws a net on Randy] And take your little net with you! [pushes Randy into the car]
Randy
Frig off, Ricky!
Oh, we caught a little animal, there's a big fuckin' animal in the trailer park! Fuckin' dicks. Get the fuck outta here! [slams the car door]
Randy
Hey, do you like to party?
Randy
Do you like to party?
Oh my God, Randal? Are you a male prostitute?
Randy
Barb Lahey?
You are. You're a male prostitute and you've been drinking!
Randy
No, I'm not a male prostitute! I work construction down in Florida. I got time off for Christmas.
Randy
Okay, I am a male prostitute and I've had a couple drinks.
Oh my God, you poor thing! Go on, get in my car and warm up. Do you like cheeseburgers, hon?
Randy
Simon?
No! No, this is Jim. And Jim, this is Randal. Well, Randy. He's gonna be staying with us for a little while, just temporarily. I thought he could help you out around the park, you know, for a bit of food and a place to stay.
Well, yes. That is why I started the outreach program at the church. You just, um, you just make yourself at home, Randy.
[Barb walks out of the room]
Randy
Simon, you're married?!
Don't you say a fuckin' word! And don't call me Simon. Please never call me Simon, always Mr. Lahey! Always. Always!
Randy, why don't you ask Jim where he's been for the last few nights between three and five or nine and 11:15? Go ahead, ask him where he's going.
Randy
Well, he's playing bridge at the hospital, Ray.
Playin' bridge my arse! He's going down to the strip club gettin' drunk every night and tellin' everyone he's off the booze. And you know why, Randy? Because Jim Lahey is a fuckin' drunk, and he always will be!
[Randy grabs Jim's water bottle]
Randy
Gimme a drink!
Randy
Gimme a drink!
[Randy lets go of the bottle, and it splashes all over him as Jim pulls away. Randy puts his tongue to the liquid that spilled on his hand.]
Randy
It's vodka!
131-proof, straight up. I'm fuckin' wasted!
Randy, I got $100 here for groceries, I got $1,400 here for liquor, and I got $6,000 for you to go and bail out a couple of shit puppets. We might need a couple of more shit puppets for our play, and they gotta be angry shit puppets, Randy. And you gotta make em angry shit puppets, and you say whatever it takes to make them angry, but they're not angry at us, Randy. Shit puppets are supposed to be angry at other shit puppets... take the bus.
Randy
Mr. Lahey, they could kill one another.
Randy
Yeah, but we can't be involved with murder.
Randy
Mr. Lahey, is this you talking, or the liquor?
[Jim takes a big sip out of his liquor bottle]
[Sam gets out of the pick-up truck]
SSam
Hey Randy, do you wanna sign this so I can get started, please?
Randy
Sign what?
SSam
It's a purchase order.
Randy
Purchase order for what?
Randy
I didn't call to have the park paved.
SSam
I got an emergency call to get down here and pave the park right away. Sign it so I can get started.
Randy
I didn't do it, Sam. I didn't call ya.
SSam
Fuck, there's your name, Randy Bo Bandy. Now sign it so I can get started.
He said he didn't call, Sam!
Randy
Bo Bandy? I didn't call. I didn't call.
SSam
Once I start that truck, I'm on the fucking clock, okay? So sign it so I can get started.
Randy
I'm not signing shit! Why don't you go back and pave your cave, ya fuckin' caveman?
SSam
The fuck did you call me?
Well...you are a caveman, Sam.
Randy
Yeah, a fuckin' caveman!
SSam
Listen Burger Boy, you fuckin' pay me right now! You pay me right now! You fuckin' pay me right now!
[Randy and Sam fight each other]
TTed
Alright. You guys are under arrest for breach of the peace.
[The cops arrest Randy and Sam]
SSam
Motherfuckers, every time I come down here!
Randy
Ted, it's not my fault!
TTed
I gotta deal with you here, Randy.
Randy
Ted, this is bullshit! I was just trying to have a nice cheeseburger picnic and it got all fucked up! SON OF A BITCH! FOR FUCK'S SAKES! THIS IS FUCKIN' BULLSHIT!
[Ted opens the back door, puts Randy in the police car and closes the back door]
[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.
Randy
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]
Randy
Sorry, Sarah.
[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!
So what do you wanna talk about, Randy? Or do you need to be high first?
Randy
There's no real easy way of saying this... I fucked up.
What are you talking about?
Randy
Basically, I banged Lucy and knocked her up...no big deal.
Oh my God, that was you? Ugh, greasy. Do you know the whole park is talking about that?
You cheated on me, Randy? You cheated on us? You cheated on us?!
So that's $176.92, now would you like me to give it to you? Or should I give it directly to your drug dealer?
Randy
Look, you guys have a good time dancin'. And Barb, your scalloped potatoes are fucked.