Where do I start?
It's not you.
Well, actually, it is you.
Look, I'm just not--
I'm not attracted to you any more.
I need space.
You kinda--
You kinda gross me out.
In the beginning, it was different. In the beginning, you were better.
But then I got to know you real well, and...
I-- I came to realize...
that you're a fat idiot.
-I got ya. I got ya. I got ya. I got ya. -Okay. Okay.
- Okay, okay, okay. Let me try it. - You gotta be straight.
- Okay. - Straight face. - Okay, okay. - All right.
- I want a divorce. - Why?
It's a physical thing.
- Physical? - I've been experimenting with other men lately.
A lot of other men and women.
I don't know. I mean, Antonio can do this thing with his tongue...
and William's stamina is amazing.
And as far as hands go, well, your father's hands are--
You are no match. I have no equal.
Get down here.
If the shoe fits
I want you to wear it and wear it good
Sulkin' about them times when I was by myself
I was always lookin' for somebody else
But as time went on I had a talk with my mind
Friends like you and you I gotta leave behind
And I'm sayin' call me a fool 'Cause you only rub it in
- And I'll never see you if I had known - I'll never see them again
'Cause, well I know the difference Just stay in my own business
And I'll never, ever depend on you
Friends and enemies around me every day
I can't believe the things they say
Takin' me for granted Give me no credit at all
I'll just keep bouncin' like a bouncin' ball
I don't wanna step on nobody's foot but
You call me a fool but you only rub it in
And I'll never see you if I had known
I'll never see that again
'Cause, well I know the difference Just stay in my own business
And I'll never, ever depend on you
B-B-B-Brickman's! B-B-Brickman's Powerboats!
Get it? Brickman's sells powerboats.
We make the company mascot a powerboat. What do you think?
- I like it. Good work, Alan. - Y es!
- Zachary, you're up. - All right. I just wanna show you--
- Ladies and gentlemen, Zachary! - Y es, sir. No--
I haven't taken these to the focus group yet. I'm still working on that part.
But I just wanted to let you know these are just preliminary sketches.
Zach.
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the new mascot for Hidy Ho Cookies--
Zippy!
What-- What is it?
- Zippy. - What is Zippy?
- He's a cookie man. - He's a cookie man?
What is that, uh, on the ground behind him?
Oh, that's a trail of chocolate chips. See, wherever Zippy goes...
he leaves this magical trail of chocolate for all the boys and girls--
Magical? This-- This looks like poop. It looks like piles of poop.
- It looks like Zippy's walking around, ju-- just crapping all over the place. - Stop.
- It looks like-- - No, no. Those are chocolate chips.
- Emma, what do you think it looks like? - Excrement.
Zach, let's just say you're about to take a big bite of a juicy chocolate chip cookie?
What's the last image you want floating through your head?
- Excrement? - Excrement. Right.
Listen, I wanna go out on a limb here. I'm gonna say maybe we should avoid...
all bowel-related items with this particular product.
- Just a hunch, you know? - I'll work up something different.
- All right. Thanks. - Nick Beam's office.
- Oh, hi, Ann. - Ooh, aah-- - It's your wife.
Everybody out. Big business deal.
- Hello. - Now we're still on for tonight. You stood me up twice, you know?
It's a done deal. New York Philharmonic. Last night in town.
I'll be escorting the sexiest woman in the world.
- What about me? - We'll bring ya.
Oh, guess what? My sister left a message on the machine.
And she's coming in with her fiance next Friday.
- No. Oh, wow. - Y eah!
I finally get to meet the mysterious queen of the Peace Corps.
Y es, you do. Hey, can you pick 'em up?
Y eah, sure. When is it?
A week from today.
I think it'll be around 10:30. I'm not sure. I'll have to check.
PB. wants to see you A.S.A.P.
Sorry, honey, I gotta go. There's an onslaught of initials coming at me.
- Okay. Tell him hello. - I will.
- I hate you. - Me too. Bye.
- Philip. - Nick.
Oh, oh! Bungee jumping. Sunday.
Nick!
- No thanks, Phillip. - P B.
No thanks, P B.
- Nick? - P B.?
Okay, okay. Okay, forget it.
- This guy is new. - Y eah. What do you think?
Uh, I think he likes me.
Niroog, the fertility god.
Boy, I like looking at this. Handmade in the Paleolithic period.
Had to sacrifice my ldes of March gold aureus in trade.
Pity. But, uh, I think worth it.
So, which one of you wanted to see me?
- Charles McGinty is coming in at 5:00. - The Charles McGinty?
- "McGinty Crackers" Charles McGinty? - The very same. - Fantastic.
Anyway, I was supposed to have dinner with McGinty tonight. I'd love for you to stand in for me.
Oh, no, uh, s-- Phillip, l-I promised Ann l-I would--
Nick. Oh, Nick. You gotta help me out here.
I don't get this lucky every day.
- Look, if this is about a woman-- - You're a pal. I gotta go.
- It just needs to be-- - Guess who just called?
-Ann's divorce lawyer? -McGinty's secretary. He's rescheduling.
- All right! Y es! - Want me to get Ann on the line?
No, I'm gonna try to beat her home. I wanna surprise her.
This is great, huh?
- The wife again? - No, actually I just met this incredible brunette on the elevator.
Well, I'm jealous. What would l have to do to get flowers all the time?
- You don't get flowers all the time? - Nope.
That's a crime.
Grab it! Grab it!
That's right. That's right.
Phillip.
Hey, asshole, get outta the road!
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
I say fight, You're outta the corner a day late, a dollar short
Friday mornings most people don't get
You change your life from left to right You get your wit tracks tight
Must be testing the master
The under hood the underworld's under man
Never mind being understood Long as we understand
You can't twist transistor mixing friends
Soldiers over here don't snitch They bitch and bit
All hours while the crowds peepin' in
Welcome to hell, bitch.
Car, keys, wallet. Now!
D'you hear what I said?
Okay. Now you listen, and you listen good.
This is a gun. Okay? Don't be fuckin' around with no gun, white boy.
Helen Keller, I'm talkin' to you.
I know you hear what the fuck I'm sayin' to you.
Boy, did you pick the wrong guy on the wrong day.
Oh!
Oh, shit.
Oh, you're trying to lock me-- U-U-Unlock the door.
Stop, motherfucker! Stop the car! Stop the car!
You're driving on the sidewalk, man! People got to walk there!
Pull over, man! White boy, I said pull over!
Y o, man, there's a truck.
I said, yo, man, there's a truck.
Yo, man, there's a truck right there. Stop!
What about my wallet? You wanted to rob me, didn't you?
Yes. I distinctly remember you wanting to rob me.
Here's my wallet. You want it?
Here it is. Here. Here. Right out there.
- What you doin', man? That was money. - Oh, I'm sorry. I got something else for you.
I'm blind! I can't see shit.
The honeys dug my eyes. The honeys loved my eyes.
All right, you win, man. All right? Is that what you wanna hear? You win.
What the fuck?
No, you ain't one of them desert slashers, are you?
Cut a person body up and leave it out in the desert in little tiny pieces and shit, huh?
Oh, shit! We are in the fucking desert.
I'm in the car with a psycho, freaky, Jason hack-killer motherfucker.
Hey, please don't kill me, freaky Jason.
I said, please don't kill me, freaky Jason.
I done fucked around and caught a ride with the wrong white boy!
- Get out. - With pleasure.
"Sayo-fuckin'-nara," pal.
I can't feel my ass.
My ass just fell asleep.
I didn't even know an ass could fall asleep!
It's all tingly and shit!
Come on, man. You can't leave me out here.
Yo, man! You can't just leave me out here.
Okay, I'll make a deal with you.
You drive me home, I'll forget about this whole kidnapping shit.
Oh, come on.
Hello. You tried to rob me.
You had a gun to my head.
Look, I told you the gun wasn't loaded.
You got yourself into this.
You know what you are? You're a bad person. You're an armed robber.
Don't expect me to feel sorry for you.
Excuse me. Is there a problem here?
- Yes. - Is this man botherin' you?
- Yes, he is. - Oh, so you're just gonna come right at the brother.
Why don't you ask if he's bothering me?
Lady, for all you know, I could be Denzel Washington.
Take a good look.
He could be some celebrity stalker.
I'm gonna have to ask you to pay for this coffee now...
'cause I've seen these things escalate before.
No problem. My wallet.
Wow! Looks like the celebrity stalker don't have a wallet.
Oh, well, thank you. I will get your change, sir.
What? You want me to thank you? So I owe you a buck.
How was you goin' to get gas? You don't have no money, no credit cards.
No l.D.
Shit, man.
Okay. All right.
You give me money for gas and I'll take you back.
I'm cool. I'm-- I'm straight.
As a matter of fact, l-- you know, I like it out here in the desert.
You know, you get all sweaty and shit.
Just bubbling off your ass. Just-- What?
I just remembered.
I have a spare credit card in the side compartment.
Uh-huh, right here!
What's up?
What's up, white boy? W-W-What's up, huh?
Come on, come on. What ya got?
Huh? Look at you. You done fucked around and got dropped.
Get the fuck outta here.
- What? - You hit like a ole girl, man.
Get the fuck on out of here, man. Go about your business.
Motherf--
What the hell is this, your merry-go-round move?
Yo, I understand.
Aha!
Thank you.
Hey. Oh, shit.
I didn't know it was expired. I never use it.
So why are you out here?
- What do you care? - I'm curious.
I'm a student of human nature.
You're a freak of human nature.
That's all right. I forgive you.
It's clear you have woman problems.
You're way off base.
- I'm off base? - Yeah. Way off base.
- She mess around on you? - Look.
Even if I wanted to talk about it-- which I don't-- it wouldn't be with you.
You give her some nastiness? I know you gave her some serious nastiness.
- Just forget it. - What about him? Did you fuck him up?
Did you whoop his ass? I bet you hit that motherfucker with a bat, didn't ya?
Kling! Pow! Fucked his ass up, didn't ya?
No, wait a minute. You capped him. You capped that motherfucker, didn't you?
That's why you out here in the desert, ain't ya?
Look. I didn't shoot him. I didn't say anything to my wife. I just left.
- What do you mean, you just left? - Just left. I--
I saw them doing you know...
and I walked away.
What a pussy.
No wonder your woman is sneaking behind your back, man.
Know what your problem is? You don't have the respect of your woman, man.
That's what it is. Me, I got all that.
I go home, my dinner's on the table.
Bam! I don't wanna hear shit, woman.
- And if I want lovin'-- if I'm in the mood-- I get that too. - You're so full of shit. What would you have done?
Man, I would have went back to that house and I'd have pulled a Terminator on the front door.
Boom, boom, boom! Who the fuck do you think you're playin' with, woman?
Who do you think I am, some fruity pie? I ain't no fruity pie.
I'm-- I'm Nick Beam.
That's what I told her. I'm Nick Beam.
And Nick Beam ain't puttin' up with that bullshit.
She'd have been crying, you know? "Oh, Nick, oh, Nick, please take me back.
Please, please, Nick. It was only one time."
I'm gonna "one time" your ass. Nick Beam is the master of his fate...
the ruler of his destiny.
So if you wanna cry on somebody's shoulder, why don't you cry on Superdick?
As for Nick Beam, I'm fit, lit...
and I damn sure ain't takin' no shit.
So you can get the fuck out.
That's what I woulda told the bitch.
That's what l told the bitch.
- What the-- - Hey, hold it. Hold it.
Break it up. Break it up. What's goin' on here?
Should I pay cash, or do you wanna use your credit card?
Ah, fu-- Oh-- Ah-- Oh, shit.
- Put the money in the bag. Put the money in the fuckin' bag! - Okay.
- Shit. - Let's go! Put the money in the fuckin' bag.
Shit.
You weren't gonna leave without me, were you?
- What do you think you're doing? - There's a special they got goin' on.
You get a free stack of cash with every fill-up. Some luck, huh?
How stupid can you be?
- We better get out of here. - You take that money back.
- I'm serious, man. We better get goin'. - We'll get goin' as soon you bring back that money.
- I'm not bullshittin'! Move out! - I'm not going anywhere until you return--
Here we go.
- Why? Why? Why? - I didn't have any money, man.
- Oh, you had money. - No. No. That five dollars I gave the waitress was it.
- What the-- - Oh, great. Buford's come to kill us.
- Persistent hillbilly motherfucker. - He has every right to be.
You robbed him at gunpoint. You dick!
Hey, hey, you're the one who threw the wallet out the fuckin' window.
Smart.
Great!
Oh, shit.
- All right, man. What you doin'? - Come on, asshole.
Well, would you look at these crazy sons a bitches?
Oh, shit. We gonna die. Pull off the fuckin' road.
Man, would you pull off the fuckin' road!
Oh, shit!
- Oh, shit! - Oh, shit.
Hey, Earl.
Oh, sh--
I'm alive! You alive!
How'd you know that hillbilly was gonna turn first?
You did know he was gonna turn first, didn't ya?
You know what? It don't even matter.
I'm alive! You alive, man!
- Get out! - What? - Get out!
What are you even thinking when you do something like that?
- You think you're never gonna get caught? - We didn't get caught.
That's not the point. It's beetleheaded.
It's-- It's only a matter of time before you do get caught.
- What is beetleheaded? - It's a synonym for "stupid."
Oh. Well, here's a synonym for "procreation." Fuck you!
It's easy for you to point the finger when you're sittin' on your rich ass in a big fuckin' house.
- I'm not rich. - Oh, yeah.
- How big's your TV? - What?
- I say, how big's your TV? - Fifty-inch.
- Get in the car. - Oh, please. Let's not make this a social issue.
The point is that even if you wanted to rob a place, there are smarter ways to do it.
- Enlighten me. - A mask. Wear a mask.
You see, the police have this thing called a "lineup..."
and if someone recognizes you, you go to jail!
Oh, how about this for a novel idea? Case the place first.
Find out if there's a security camera or a hidden alarm.
Then again, why even rob a convenience store?
How much money could you possibly get? Two, three hundred dollars?
Then what? You're set for two days! Wow!
- What do you know, lanky? - I know you go for the big score.
One robbery, you're set.
News flash, big slim.
People with big money, they protect it.
So you do a little research. Take Quality Design Group where I work.
My boss keeps a ton of cash in his vault.
At night, there's only two guards and a personal security system.
Now, in this case, I happen to even know the code.
But even if I didn't, l--
What?
I got a booger in my nose?
What?
Diversify.
You can't trust banks, Nick.
The entire system could crumble at any second.
That bastard's so heavily leveraged, it would wipe him out.
Wait a minute. Am I hearing you right?
Mr "High and Mighty" is gonna rob his boss?
You hear that, gila monsters?
Old Nick Beam here is gonna rob his boss!
I say, do you hear that, gila monsters?
You know what, Nick? Your wife really messed your head up bad, man.
You're serious?
- How much he got? - Only the bulk of his personal assets.
- Six, seven hundred thousand. - You what?
- Hey, you gonna need some help. - Oh, no, this has nothing to do with you.
Hey, I was present at the time of creative inspiration...
which entitles me to partial ownership...
in this criminalistic endeavour.
- Get out. - Maybe I'll just call Quality Design Group when we get back.
I want half.
We're gonna bury this asshole.
Sure, you're right.
If you ever plan
To motor West
Travel my way Take the highway
That's the best
Come on Get your kicks
On Route Sixty--
Six
Well, it winds from Chicago
To L.A.
More than 2,000 miles
- Highway shooters? - One black, one white. You tell me?
You were there, and they got away?
They were driving a 1996 Yukon.
- Licence? - You know, if I had a licence number, Bart, I wouldn't be standing here...
- eating large quantities of shit, now, would l? - No, sir.
Monitor calls on both sides of the border. Fax that photo to every precinct on the planet.
There's so much as a sneeze out there I wanna feel the mist.
I hear a voice
- Give me all your money and a Yoo Hoo. - The money's all locked up.
That'll be 79 cents, please.
I said Come on, little prisoner
I got something to say
Something stinks, man.
You sure you ain't got a gas leak?
- It's my shoes. - Your shoes?
You ever heard of Dr Scholl's?
I spilled some gas on my shoes at the gas station.
You know, the one you robbed.
- Oh, so you got a camcorder up in here. - What are you doing?
I'm just checkin' it out, man.
- Pu-- Pu-- Put it down. - I ain't gonna break it, man.
Just let me check it out. Just let me see.
Y o, this is your wife?
Man, I see why you were upset.
Not bad, Nick. Not bad, Nick.
I mean, you know, for a cheatin' bitch.
Look, don't you call her that.
You-- You don't know her. Don't call her that.
Okay. No disrespect. Okay?
What should I call her?
Monogamously challenged?
- God. - I was just fuckin' with you, man.
You know, this is an all right camera for a regular eight.
- It's the best on the market. - Let me explain something to you, Nick.
If you ain't got digital, you ain't got shit.
This has only got one C.C.D. chip.
Broadcast has three, Nick.
Don't look at me like that. What, are you surprised I know shit?
The guy that sold me that camera just set up our computer network.
- Windows NT? - No. Just Windows.
- Man, get out of here with that shit. - Look, here's a nutty idea.
If you actually know something about this stuff, why not use that knowledge and get a job?
Take a good look at me.
- I'm not exactly the corporate colour. - That's ridiculous.
- If you wanted a job, you could have one. - There's a spider on your head.
- What? - There's a spider on your head.
Look, I am sorry. I am not up on all this...
jive-talkin', homeboy lingo.
What's that supposed to mean, there's a spider on your head?
It means: There's a spider on your motherfuckin' head, man.
Well, get it off! Get it off, get it off!
- I ain't touchin' that shit. - Get it off!
Get it off, get it off, get if off, get if off!
- Get it off! - Yo, that's a big fuckin' spider, man.
Oh, shit!
Nick, it's just a spider.
I'm a scat man
No, no. Now don't go crazy.
- Yeah, you go, boy. - I'm a scat man
Hold on, let me focus. Let me focus on this shit.
I'm a scat man
Oh, shit.
You got the hot foot! Yo, Nick!
Get on the good foot. Get on the good--
Aw, got it!
I'm a scat man
I gotta make a call. You pump.
- Give me the gun. - What?
Give me the gun.
Man, I wasn't gonna rob the place, man.
Then you won't need this.
You must be really fast.
Twenty dollars on pump number 15 and a sour fruity twist.
- You a cop? - No.
You bastards have tried this too many times!
- Oh, listen-- - Shut up!
- I wasn't gonna-- - Shut up.
Emmitt County Sheriff's Station. Hello. Hello.
- Uh-- - Y es, may I help you?
That show, Cops...
I love it.
Have you ever had a really bad day?
I'm havin' one right now.
Now, look, baby, I told you I'd be home later.
Now, this guy say he got a job for me, okay, payin' big money.
Okay, now, please, don't argue with me. Not-Not now. All right?
I'll see you later. Okay.
Oh, oh. Oh.
Now all I want's $20 on pump number 15 and a sour fruity twist.
- Is that too much to ask? - No, sir.
- Do you mind if I take your gun? - No, sir.
Would you please rip the phone cord out of the wall?
- What? - Would you rip the phone cord out of the wall, please?
Thank you. This is for the phone and for the gun and for the sour fruity twist.
And $20 on pump number 15. Go on.
- Thank you for your patience. - Yes, sir.
Le-- Let me get this straight.
It's all right for you to rob a place, but it ain't all right for me?
I didn't rob him.
Well, you got a funny way of not robbin' a motherfucker.
Nick, let's get out of here, man, before he calls the cops.
- He's not gonna call the cops. - How do you know?
I had him rip the phone cord out of the wall.
Oh, shoot. That's pretty good.
And you got his gun?
Not bad, Nicholas. Not bad.
Charlie, this shit's depressing the shit out of me. It's makin' me sad.
What? Oh, come on, man. This shit is the shit.
- This is the shit. It's supposed to make you sad. - It's grim.
Oh, man, come on. This is the shit.
This shit is the shit. This is the hellified love music.
- I'm in bad shape over here. - Ah, man, you know, maybe I can...
tune you in to a nice A.M. station and get you some Donny Osmond.
- Charlie, what's this? Slow down. - Get the fuck out of here.
Pull over and turn the headlights off.
Y o, man, you could've gotten me a piece of licorice.
- It's sour. - So.
Still could've gotten me a piece.
- I didn't think of it. - Oh, you didn't think of it.
Just selfish, man. Guess that's the world.
- You know? You just-- You just selfish. - Here.
Damn.
I swear, white people must got totally different taste buds, man.
That's a very racist thing to say.
Oh, yeah? Good.
What the f--
- Oh, shit! - Whoa, they're rammin' us.
Thanks for the late-breakin' news. Step on the gas, Nick!
I hate new cars.
Whoa!
Look at his face, man.
Look, man!
Our turf, baby.
They don't look like cops.
Definitely not cops.
Get out of the car.
- There you go. - All right, motherfuckers, back the fuck off!
Oh, shit. It's cool.
Oh, yeah, I'm cool. We cool.
I was just fuckin' with y'all, man.
Hey, what's up? Y'all-Y'all live around here?
Bring your ass around the front of the car.
Come on, baby. Come on, baby. There you go. There you go.
- All right. Okay. Oh, shit. - Uh-huh. Watch your feet. - Uh-huh.
Come on, rubber legs. Let's go. Watch where you're walkin'.
Watch-- Watch your feet. There you go, baby.
Perhaps you two haven't heard that my partner and I here...
own the rights to all violent crime on this particular stretch of highway.
And we don't take kindly to any unauthorized criminal activities.
You don't understand. We were--
- Oh, shit. - That's my car.
- Can I have your attention, please? - Y eah.
I bet you used to sell more Girl Scout cookies than any other member of the whole troop, didn't ya?
What were you calling yourself back then? Y olanda, you little bitch?
Cynthia? Susan? What was it? I can't remember.
- Hey, guys, I will be gentle. Don't even worry about it. - Huh?
Now-- Now, don't even worry.
Uh-huh.
I have these.
Oh, now that's not gonna be enough.
Where'd you put your booty?
Now I've done it. I finally found someone I like less than you.
Shit. That's a fancy case, friend.
You know, when a sweet-mouthed girl like you has a fancy case like this...
a man gets to thinkin' where's the wallet?
That's it. We're dead, man.
I'm gonna need that wallet, Alice.
Where's that big, fat wallet? Give it to me.
Give me your fuckin' wallet, you little bitch.
- You know what? - Nick, Nick, what you doin'?
I'm sure you're a really scary guy.
I'm sure that, normally, people just quiver at the very sound of your voice.
But, you see, l, I can't see that right now.
I-l-I just see a weak, desperate little man...
that probably grew up torturing little animals.
Some puny, little uncoordinated...
can't-make-the-football-team- so-I'll-pick-on-third-graders- and-steal-their-lunch-money...
punk, jerk-off bully...
that one day wakes up and realizes he's nothing.
Just a sad, pathetic, useless, illiterate piece of inbred shit.
I just want you to know, I totally disagree.
- Time to die. - That just makes you my best friend.
All right, drop the fuckin' gun.
Drop the fuckin' gun!
Give me this, motherfucker.
Now back the fuck up before I kick you in your bitch-ass chin.
Back the fuck up! I said, back the fuck up!
Didn't I say, back the fuck up? Everybody, back the fuck up.
Oh!
Shit.
- You shot me. - I'm sorry, Nick.
- Put down the gun. - Shut up.
- You shot me. - I said, I'm sorry, man. I-l-I didn't mean it.
The gun just went off.
You know, I have that same trouble in bed.
Well, rarely. Every once in a great while.
- Put down that gun, you idiot. - Would you shut up? I'm shot here.
You shut the fuck up. Who the hell do you think you are?
- You shut the fuck up! You shut the fuck up! - Huh? Look at yourself, you candy-ass--
- Man, you shut the fuck up. - You shut the fuck up. - Shut up!
- Put down the gun! - Hey, hey, hey! - Put that fucking gun down before you take a fucking toe hit.
- You shut the fuck up! - I don't give a shit! - Shut the fuck up! - Candy-ass motherfucker!
- Shut the fuck up, man! - Shut the fuck up! - Hey, hey, hey!
Hey! Everybody, shut the fuck up!
Now, everybody, shut the fuck up!
Especially you. Shut the fuck up.
You like Girl Scout cookies? Come here. Come here.
You want cookie? Here's a cookie.
Now back the fuck up like I done told you two dumb-ass mother--
Back up, back up.
Get in the car, Nick! Look at you now.
That's good.
Bye, cowboys!
Nick, why the hell you start up with that guy, man?
- You shot me. - I'm sorry.
You don't say you're sorry when you shoot someone.
You say you're sorry when you step on someone's toe...
or you accidentally break their glasses...
or you, you fart while they're eating.
You-- You don't say you're sorry when you shoot someone!
Shit.
Oh, my God. It's going numb. It's going numb. It's going numb.
What?
Shit.
Oh, my God!
Nick, that's the most hideous thing I ever seen.
Hey, yo, man, you know, maybe if you wrap your arm in ice...
they can reattach it.
That's funny, man.
- That's a baby gash. - Shut up.
- But it's a baby gash. - It could've been a lot worse. It could've been a lot worse!
- It could've been, but it wasn't. I'm gonna-- - What are you thinking, shooting?
Look, just calm down, all right?
You're gonna upset your wound.