wouldn't do it!
- You're still a nerd, huh?
- Give me the shit!
- No! I'll do it.
- Come on!
I don't want to do this!
- [Laughs]
- [Grunts]
- [Gasps]
- [Laughing]
[Laughs]
Do it now! [Grunts]
- Come on, Ronnie!
- Throw it, Ronnie!
- Throw it!
- Come on. Throw it!
- Come on!
- [Whispers] Shit.
- Yeah! Bull's-eye!
- Whoo-hoo!
- I got one!
- I'm comin'!
- No, you're not!
- Keep him pinned down!
- [Grunts]
- [Ricky] Come on, BigJohn! Keep him down!
[Ricky] Ronnie, let's go! Come on!
Get the hell out of there!
- Come on, John!
- Yeahhh! Let's get outta here, man!
You hold the little bastard!
[Ricky] Come on. Let's go! Whoo-hoo!
There must've been a hole in the net.
- We'll get 'em next year.
-[Engine Starting]
I don't think he'll be back.
[Truck Speeds Away]
This is a Fine-looking bird, Judy.
This is what got me
an "A" in French class.
Ronald.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Let's see yours, sibling.
Ahh... I didn't get mine yet.
You're the only one from kindergarten
through college who didn't.
- You didn't get yours yet?
- Let me repeat!
- I did not get mine yet!
-[Mom] Relax.
There's no reason to raise your voice.
Back to nursery school.
- Look, these are my friends, okay?
- [Pulls Parking Brake]
Say hello to your friends when you get
me a chocolate milkshake, extra thick.
- What?
- Read my lips.
Chocolate milkshake, extra thick.
Two C's, three B's and one "A."
Outstanding, son!
MaJor improvement, Chuckie.
Oh, yeah. Big deal. Three B's and two C's?
I've been getting straightA's since birth.
- So?
- So!
So everybody doubts the whereabouts
of my report card. That's real fair.
- Nobody doubts you. You said you
didn't get it yet. - And I didn't!
- It's Just parental concern.
- See, here is the primate example.
You're raising a
doll-chopping homicidal maniac,
and what do you do every time you see him?
You give him money.
Great.
- Chilling!
- Shut up, Chuck.
- I was talkin' to Ma, Dad.
- Shut up, Chuck!
Here's your shake.
I said thick! This isn't thick!
Oh, well, let me check the consistency.
Looks thick to me.
No!
[Together] What are
you doing home? [Laughs]
I thought you had a date with Rock.
Well... I Figured I had
enough turkey for one day.
- Me too.
- Tsk.
There's a good movie on TV.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
- All right, let's make it a date.
- Oh, sweetheart.
- I love you.
- I love you too, Mom.
Hey, Kenneth!
Let me explain. I took it long enough.
Will you talk to me? Damn it!
Well, have it your way,
psycho, but you ain't invited.
Invited to what, man?
What are you talking about?
- My house. New Year's Day?
- A party, man?
Bowl games, salami, cheesecake... Yeah!
If I can recover from my
party, book me a couch.
- You got it!
- Book me a bed.
We have a lot of fun.
- Somebody wants your ass bad, man.
- Who is it?
Get it!
[Cindy] Hey. Hi.
- Long time no talk, huh?
- Yeah, I been kind of busy.
Yeah, well, that's popularity.
It's real time-consuming.
Um... I was thinking that maybe sometime
you and I could go to
the airplane graveyard?
You're not under any contractual
obligation to me anymore.
I wrote a new poem.
It's called"Broken Moon."
- Um, it starts... - Why don't
you save it for your college boy?
I wrote it for you.
You ignored the Donald
Miller dork for 17 years.
Now you wanna ride on
the Ronnie Miller express.
I don't wanna ride the
Ronnie Miller anything.
Looks like you're the only one.
Who? Iris?
Oh, yeah, she's a big conquest.
She's given more rides than Greyhound.
[Sighs]
Well, at least her ticket
won't cost me a thousand bucks.
Cindy!
- Hi, Ronnie.
- Excuse me.
[Motorcycle Approaching, Horn Beeping]
- ####[RockAnd Roll]
- [BigJohn] Happy New Year, pal.
Happy New Year, man. Have a beer.
- Clark County!
- Big John!
Quinton is in! Let the fun begin!
God, you're an asshole, man.
- Hey, powerful punch, Barbs.
- I haven't poured the punch in yet.
- Cindy, that's straight vodka.
-