You're stewed, butt-wad!
Who, me?
Know what time it is?
Uh, 2:00?
Time to pay the fiddler.
I was kind of counting on you
to be human about this.
Here's the bottom line, Wyatt.
I'm telling Mom and Dad
everything.
And I'm even considering
making up some shit.
All right, Chet.
Name your price.
$175 and zero cents, cash...
New bills, crisp and clean,
in my wallet by 7 A.M.
Thank you.
Hey, what are big brothers for?
See you upstairs.
How to be jilted.
Pllllttt.
Shh.
The boozehounds return.
What a joke!
Hi, girls.
Feeling kind of queasy?
How about a nice
greasy pork sandwich
served in a dirty ashtray?
He pukes, you die.
He's not laughing at you, Chet.
Yes, I am.
Did you tell Chet about
the woman we made tonight?
He's drunk.
No shit.
No shit, Chet.
You donkey dicks couldn't
get laid in a morgue.
You're absolutely right.
You're absolutely right, Chet.
Hey, Gary.
What?
Ha ha ha ha!
He's an asshole.
Look at his haircut.
Anybody with a haircut like that
is an asshole.
