>And I only have the one nut.
- So you see how serious I am?
- I cannot listen to this shit
for another six months.
Oh, shush your mouth, woman.
You know, we could see the movie.
[Humm/ng "The Emperor's
Theme"from Star Wars]
- Oh, please, not this again.
- Oh, yes, please, this again.
"Tell us about
the rabbits, George. George."
Lmagine.
Okay?
We drive across the country in one night.
We break /nto the Skywalker Ranch.
And steal ourselves a print.
- [Howling]
- [Shouting]
- Yeahl
You guys have been talking about this
since the fifth grade, okay?
- It's not gonna happen.
- Why the hell not?
Well, first of all, it's 2,000 miles away.
Second of all, even if you could get there,
you'd be arrested.
It's been a blast, Bottler.
Way to douche up the party.
Nothing is impossible.
And I'll guarantee I'll find you a new
or used car, or my name /sn't B/g Chuck.
- Right, girls?
- [Big Chuck, Women] Ooh-hoo!
Hool
[Man Laugh/ng]
Yeahl
All right!
Attaboy, Eric.
Now, see, that's some slick advertising.
Thanks, Pop.
Reminds me of, what, that
Terry Bruckheimer movies.
[Man]
Yeah. Top Gun.
- Thanks.
- [W/ndows] H/ya, Er/c.
I'll handle this, Myron.
Thanks.
- Hey.
- We're in the market for some used droids.
I should start you guys off
with a new set of wheels first...
unless you're cool riding
around in the same rusted old shit box...
you've had since the 10th grade.
Hey, hey, hey!
She may not look like much,
but she's got it where it counts.
Uh, why are you guys here?
Do you wanna look around the lot a little bit,
drive something? What?
No. Uh, we came to talk about L/nus.
Well, he just needs to realize
that people lose touch.
- That's just k/nd of the way th/ngs work.
- He's dying, Eric.
- What?
- He's got cancer, man.
He's tr/ed everyth/ng to get better,
but noth/ng seems to work.
Odds say three, four months maybe.
And you guys are telling me this now?
We wanted to tell you
months ago, honestly...
but Linus made us promise
not to say anything.
The way we see /t, you guys have been
best fr/ends s/nce, l/ke, first grade.
So we figured you got the r/ght to know.
You got the r/ght to make your peace.
How am I supposed to make my peace
when the guy doesn't even want me to know?
With all due respect, Eric,
this isn't about you.
- L-You know what?
- Holy shit.
- Jesus Christ.
- If it ain't C-3Penis Face and R2-Dickhead.
What did you just say, you giant bastard?
- Well, well put.
- Thank you.
- Still see you're driving the nerd-mobile.
- Chaz, you're an idiot.
Hey, you know what? While you're out here
sticking G.I. Joes up your butt...
I convinced Dad to let me
recut the commercial.
So suck it. Huh?
Aw, see, you fl/nched.
That's gonna be two, Pr/ncess Le/a.
Nanu-nanu.
Get a haircut.
- We should have killed him
when we had the chance.
- Yeah.
Jackass. Linus is coming over
to the carriage house later. So are you.
Bye, Eric.
[Eng/ne Starts]
[W/ndows]
No l/ghtn/ngl No l/ghtn/ngl
- Aw, shit. I'm a midget.
- I'm gonna flatten your ass right now.
Ah! [lmitating Explosion]
Suck it, Count Fagula.
Wow!
- [W/ndows] There's no team/ng up.
That's a rule!
- [Knock/ng]
Owl Head crampl
Don't kill me.
- Hey.
- Donkey balls.
You made it, man.
Your mom sa/d clean up th/s sh/t- hole
or no gr/lled cheese for a week?
That's emotional blackmail,
and you know it!
- [Woman] Screw youl
- I will sue you! Renter's rights!
- You don't pay rentl
- Damn. Damn!
- What the hell is he doing here, man?
- It was Hutch's idea.
Grab a controller.
We're ganging up on Windows in Mario Kart.
I can't.
I came to talk to Linus actually.
Can I talk to you alone, man?
Linus. Hey, stop walking.
Linus!