Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

Gary Bunda:
Hey, why don't we go and we take his soul, and we bring it to Satan right now, like on a platter, like a Christmas pig.

Troy:
We can't do that, Gary. We got to wait for the guy to die first. You don't take souls from living people.

Gary Bunda:
Christmas pig.

Troy:
But don't worry about it. Once the guy dies, you'll have all eternity to screw with him.

Gary Bunda:
Let's celebrate.

Troy:
You know what--

Gary Bunda:
Beer me up, scoochay!

Troy:
No, I can't do any of that stuff. I'm actually gonna call my sponsor now. I'm getting -- You know, Vegas is not a great place for me.

Gary Bunda:
Whoosh.

Troy:
What's that, 'cause I'm whipped?

Gary Bunda:
Whoosh.

Troy:
I'm sponsor-whipped? I'm an alcoholic, Gary.

Gary Bunda:
Whoosh.

Troy:
I should not be in a place with alcohol.

Gary Bunda:
Whoosh.

Troy:
It doesn't mean I'm whipped. I have a disease.

[Gary makes funny face to Troy]

Troy:
Alright, fine, you want to go out? Let's go have some fun. I will have one club soda while you make a profound jackass out of yourself.

Gary Bunda:
You're gonna love watching me drink.

Troy:
Yeah.

Gary Bunda:
Ha Ha!