I'll do my best!
Good.
(# MIKE OLDFIELD: "Tubular Bells")
- Wyatt, where are you?
- I'm right here, Gary.
- What happened?
- I think it was a dream.
- What?
- Everything. Last night. Lisa.
The whole thing had to be a dream.
It can't be a dream, Wyatt.
We were both in it.
How can two people
have the same dream?
- There's no other explanation.
- Let's analyse this.
In your dream, did I get up in the middle
of the night and yak in your sink?
I didn't throw up?
You didn't see anything?
Maybe it was a dream.
A very weird, bizarre, vivid,
erotic, wet, detailed dream.
- Maybe we have malaria.
- Shit.
(Yells) Gary. Wyatt. Breakfast.
I don't have the bucks
to pay Chet off about this.
(Chet yells) Yo, Wyatt!
You can't fear Chet
for the rest of your life.
Why not? Lisa, please.
I don't know, Wyatt. I mean,
it's seriously affecting your sex life.
Ten 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 some other time, OK.
- 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, dickweed!
I like your panties.
- It's a joke, Chet.
- That's not a joke.
That is a severe behavioural 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 on this one!
- All right, Chet. How much?
- How much?
(Chet)
This goes way beyond payment, pal.
Come one, Chet. Please.
Well...
Your VCR should cover it, for openers.
Thank you.
For christsakes, will you cover yourself.
Are you guys looking
for something for your mum?
I really don't think so, Sue.
You guys have girlfriends?
One does really not refer
to a 23-year-old woman as a girlfriend.
Mistress, lover, sexpot.
She's a sexpot, is what she is.
You guys are the ones that got beat up
at the homecoming game, right?
Susan. Could you wrap up a bottle
of this scent for me? I like this.
Two. And why don't you
set yourself up with one.
Set yourself up.
That's 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 in leather
or rubber or barb wire?
Give me a break!
- Check it out. Check it out.
- What?
- Five bucks?
- Finsky.
Max, what are you going to do?
You know, Gary?
For the first time in my life,
I don't feel like a total dick.
Yeah, me either.
- Sorry, boys.
- You guys getting tired of this?
We're not, but there is a cure.
Rumour has it
there's a big white sale going on.
At Towel World.
- We're not impressed.
- No.
Could I have some of that, please.
I'm getting really bored of their shit.
- Do you want to dump them?
- I don't know.
We have been with them
for three months...
We won't go to any more parties
and meet more people.
We'll go into a social coma.
- Sorry.
- We're sorry.
- Want to give them another chance?
- OK.
- Will you forgive us?
- Please.
Oh, you guys!
What are we going to do with you?
(# VAN HALEN: "Oh, Pretty Woman")
# Whoa!
# Pretty woman
Walkin' down the street
# Pretty woman
The kind I'd like to meet
# Pretty woman
# I don't believe you
It must be true... #
Jesus. Who was that girl?
- Excuse me.
- Get out of my way.
We got her, we got her.
# Pretty woman
Won't you pardon me
# Pretty woman
I couldn't help but see
# Pretty woman
# Oh you look lovely as you can be... #
- Hey.
- Hi.
- That's lan.
- This is Max.
We call him "Mad Max".
- (Max) We saw you on the escalator.
- Yeah.
- You were looking at us, right?
- Yeah.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing. I'm waiting for my ride.
(Car horn blares)
(Yelling and screaming)
(Engine revs)
Lisa. Come on, hon. We're running late.
- (Gary) Honey.
- Speak to you later.
She likes the rough stuff.
What can I do, you know?
By the way, there's a party tonight
at Wyatt's house.
You can