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.
Psst. Lisa.
Where are you?
I'm right behind you.
Surprise!
I won't hurt you.
Your lips feel like
rigor mortis has set in.
Relax a little bit.
I wasn't expecting you
to kiss me.
I mean, I was just...
I was... uh...
Oh
That was better.
Want to try it again?
If you don't mind.
I mean,
yes, please, ma'am.
Oh oh oh oh
Oh
Mmph!
You sure
you're only 15?
I'll be 16 in June.
You made me.
You control me.
What are you
thinking about, huh?
Um...
women's gymnastics.
Well, I don't know.
I'll do my best.
Good.
Oh.
Wyatt, Wyatt,
Wyatt, where are you?
I'm right here, Gary.
What happened?
I don't know.
I think
it was a dream.
What?
Everything...
Last night, Lisa.
It had to be a dream.
We were both in it.
Two people can't have
the same dream.
It had to be a dream.
In your dream,
did I get up in the middle of the night
and yak
in your sink?
Didn't throw up. No.
Maybe it was a dream,
you know...
A very weird, bizarre,
vivid, erotic, wet,
detailed dream.
Maybe we have malaria.
Shit.
Gary! Wyatt!
Breakfast.!
I don't
have the bucks
to pay Chet off
about this.
You can't fear Chet
the rest of your life.
Why not?
Please...
I don't know, Wyatt.
I mean, it's seriously
affecting your sex life.
10 seconds into
my gymnastics routine,
you passed out.
You slept.
I did my toes.
By the way,
you're very cute.
We'll try it again
sometime.
Good morning,
turd brain.
Hi, Chet.
You spit in this?
Not that
I'm aware of, no.
Hey, that looks
pretty good.
Now make yourself one,
dick weed.
I like your panties.
It's a joke, Chet.
That's not a joke!
That is a severe
behavioral disorder.
Those are women's
underpants!
Next you'll be wearing
a bra on your head.
The old man's
going to have a stroke.
All right, Chet.
How much?
How much?
This goes way beyond
payment, pal.
Come on, Chet.
Please?
Well...
your VCR
should cover it...
for openers.
Thank you.
For Christ's sakes,
will you cover yourself?
You guys looking for
something for your mom?
I really don't
think so... Sue.
Do you guys have,
uh... girlfriends?
One does not refer to
a 23-year-old woman
as a girlfriend.
Uh, mistress, Gar.
Um, lover.
Sexpot.
She's a sexpot.
You guys are the ones that got beat up
at the homecoming
game, right?
Do you think
you could wrap up
a bottle of
this scent for me?
Um, two.
Set yourself up
with one, too.
Three scents, please.
If you were
a 15-year-old boy,
would these
turn you on?
I think so, too.
I'll take them.
Do you have a bra
to match that...
something leather,
rubber, or barbed wire?
Give me a break.
Check it out.
What?
Five bucks?
Finsky.
Max, what
will you do?
For the first time
in my life,
I don't feel like
a total dick.
Yeah, me either.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha.!
Sorry, boys.
Momentary loss
of motor control.
You guys getting
tired of this?
There's a big
white sale going on...
at Towel World!
We're not impressed.
Can I have some
of that, please?
Their shit bores me.
Should we dump them?
We've been with them
three months.
We've been
to all the parties.
We won't go
to any more parties.
We'll go into
a social coma.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Let's give them
another chance.
Okay.
Will you
forgive us?
Oh, you guys.
What will
we do