them.
Kristi.
Hey, come on, don't go.
I was kind of hoping we were
gonna spend the night together.
Why? So that you could
get up afterwards
and do your Tarzan imitation, too?
No, thanks, Scotty.
Ash, Ash!
Oh, God!
- Morning.
- Good morning.
What time is it?
0600.
Oh, 6:00.
Come on,
time to rise and shine.
I'm more likely
to stoop and puke.
My liver's staging
a major coup d'йtat.
Come on!
It's a perfect day for a marathon.
First we'll make love,
then we'll go for a jog
and then we can come back
and make love again
till we bounce off the walls.
Good morning.
What's the matter
with Rounder?
He spend the night
with Candy last night.
So?
Good morning, fellas.
Get your rocks off last night?
What did she do,
bite his wanger off?
No, he's got a case of blue balls--
you know, love nuts.
Get out of here.
Can anyone think
of something good
for breakfast?
She's a real space module, buddy.
On the beach,
we call her "Candy Wrapper."
Candy Wrapper?
Yeah, she melts in your ear,
not in your hand.
She talks sex nonstop.
She won't put out.
Oh! Excuse me, I...
Come on, you wuss!
Let's do five more miles!
Go ahead,
I'll catch up with you.
Congratulations.
I see you made your big score.
- Yeah.
- Enjoying yourself?
Yeah, Michelle's a spunky little filly.
Keeps me off my can.
You look a little tired.
Well, you know what they say--
no pain, no gain.
Well, you'd better start pumping
'cause your little filly's
- halfway around the track.
- Oh God.
- See you around.
- All right.
Come on, come on.
Tuck it in, tuck it in.
Tuck it in.
Straighten that back now.
Straighten that back.
Looking good, looking good.
Come on, Mickey.
What are you, a sissy?
That's only 50 lbs.
Push it, girl.
Push it, come on.
Come on. Come on.
Hey, I love ya.
20 more, go gobble some protein.
- Oh! Mr. Manager.
- Rocco.
Hey, I like your girls.
They sound good, they look good.
Tell me, do they screw good?
Now don't tell me--
I like ladies with mystery.
Hey Rocco, I got
a new name for the band.
Yeah, good, 'cause
that other name--
"Diarrhea," whatever--
made me sick
and I'm not what you'd call
a queasy kind of guy.
Hardbodies.
Hardbodies?
Yeah, it means the perfect
little foxes down on the beach.
Yeah, I-- I like it.
Listen, that goes with my concept.
I want to promote your band
and my bodybuilders on one ticket.
- That sounds different.
- Definitely.
Hey, shit, it's a marriage
made in fucking heaven.
Listen, guys are sick
of wimpy broads.
Look at these hamstrings,
these gluteus maximus,
the spinal erectus--
this is the body of the '80s.
So what do you say, kid?
We stage an exhibition
on the beach,
Hardbody Spectacular?
All right.
- Okay.
- Now, listen,
bring your friends around tonight
and we'll party here, huh?
Beer, wine, booze, pizza--
all on Rocco.
Listen, kiddo, I always treat
my business partners right.
May God rest their souls.
Kimberly, which one
do you think I should wear?
The pink one.
Scotty said we should wear our best.
Yeah, well, I really don't think
I feel like going out with Scotty
after what happened
at the party.
Yes, you do.
You know you got
the hots for him.
I'm the one making
the sacrifice.
I have to go out with Rag!
- Oh, Rag, you're so--
- All right!
# Do you love me?
Do you love me? #
# Do you love me?
Do you, do you really love me? #
# Tell me, tell me, tell me #
# Do you really love me? #
# Mr. Cool Mystery... #
What are you doing?
Why do guys like boobs?
Why do guys like boobs?
I don't know why guys like boobs.
But they sure go crazy trying
to get at 'em though, don't they?
Yeah, but they don't do anything.
They just lie there.
I know why they like 'em.
'Cause they don't have 'em.
Come here, okay,
can you imagine Rag
in a set of double-D...
Hey dude, are you for real?
Fuckin'-A right, girl.
Not too bad for starters, Scotty.
The best is yet to come.
Oh my God!
Oh God, you guys.
- Come