s no telepathy between Luke and Leia till Ep/sode VI.
- It spans the ocean.
It was romance in a sci-fi opera!
Who cares about this shit, man? Huh?
- Who cares about-
- I do. I care.
You need a new car.
They were siblings.
They were siblings, you sick bastard!
You are trapped now.
You've made your last mistake.
We need to talk.
Sure, Pop.
What's up?
Okay. Here's the deal.
It's t/me for the world
to see the new face of th/s company.
And his name's Big Eric.
Big Eric who?
Big Eric you.
It's all yours, kiddo.
The entire shebang.
All 15 locat/ons, from here to Seattle.
I mean- Uh, yes.
Yeah. I mean, wow.
- Take the hat.
- I can't take your hat.
Go ahead.
No, really.
It looks good on you.
- Take the hat.
- But it's really-
- Take the damn hat.
- Yeah. I'll wear it for-
My God. Your mom would be so proud
to see you in that hat.
I know, Pop.
Hey. You and me?
Tanning Tuesdays?
You want to take your shirt off.
You want to take your shirt off. God.
- You wanna take that shirt off?
- Asshole.
You have been trying thatJedi mind shit
on me since the eighth grade.
- It doesn't work.
- Oh, it works. Tell her, Windows.
- He's been geeking out
with Rogue Leader all morning.
Noth/ng can tear h/m away.
- Ah!
- Rogue Leader, you are w/cked.
Ah, I love the feeling of fresh air
on my naked breasts.
Oh, ho-ho!
See that?
Man's immune to sweater yams.
What about me?
I like sweater yams!
Hey.
What'll it be, fellas?
- How much for the phaser gun?
- For the phaser gun?
Sorry, Garfunkel.
We don't hock Trek here.
Well, then, Slim,
if you don't sell the Trek.
Then why do you have
a phaser gun in the case?
We keep this one here to suss out
Trekkie bitches like yourself...
and tell them to get
the hell off of our land.
So get the hell off of our land.
Get the hell off of our land!
Get the hell out of here! Now!
Get out ofhere,
you K/rk-lov/n'Spock-suckersl
- Hey.
- Hey.
You guys know where a guy can pawn off
a first edition Eric Bottler comic?
- Hey!
- Holy cannolis.
Look at that.
Yeah. That's awesome.
Dude, you had sick skills back then.
You should've stuck with it, brother.
Yeah. I would've been broke and living
in my parents' garage.
- It's a carriage house.
- Right. I know it is.
I have something else
that you guys might wanna check out.
Well, what have we got here?
Oh/o to Cal/for-
Is th/s what I th/nk /t /s?
L/nus la/d the whole th/ng out /n fifth grade.
I figure /t's t/me
for another ep/c journey, /sn't /t?
What's your game plan?
We storm the ranch, or we die trying.
Yeah.
Well, you guys were
all about this at the party.
- We were six Zimas to the wind at the party.
- Drunk.
Come on. You even said the Rogue Leader
has connections inside the ranch, right?
Rogue Leader? Please, man.
W/ndows never even met h/m.
- Her!
- Him.
- Maybe it's time that he does.
- Dude, this is a suicide mission, man.
Why would we even try anything like this?
For Linus.
Huh?
No.
- No?
- No. I'm not going.
Aw, Linus, you've got to go.
This is a conquest for the ages.
Our names shall become legend.
Spoken in hushed tones
by nerds across the galaxy.
And we'll get laid.
More than
we've ever been la/d
- Okay, please stop that.
- Sorry. I was getting into that.
I just don't wanna go
with Opie over there.
Check this out, man.
Floor plans to the Lucas Ranch.
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.
- Are you kidding? How did you get these?
My life partner, Rogue Leader,
she can break us in, man.
The question you got to ask yourself is...
"Do you have the nut sack
to go through with it?"
If I do this, it doesn't change anything.
I'll grab my suitcase
and some Big League Chew.
- Yes!
- ThunderCats! Ho!
- Told you. I knew he'd go.
- Stop humping.
Please stop humping.
Just high five.
- Oh, God. I'm Jabba the Hump.
- Oh, goddamn it.
- Chewie!
-