Gary Bunda:
Hey there, fellas. What's crack-a-lacking?
Eddie:
Oh, nothing. We're just hanging out, shooting the sh*t.
Gary Bunda:
Really?
Eddie:
Yeah.
Gary Bunda:
It seems like you guys are just out here talking about your yoga routines and just PURPOSELY EXCLUDING ME!
Dizzay:
Come on, Gary, it ain't like that, man.
Gary Bunda:
Really? How else are my feelings wrong? What, are you like the little conductor for my emotions, and I should feel how it is you think it's appropriate for me to feel?
Dizzay:
Okay.
Gary Bunda:
Well, maybe if there was a little bit more communication in this circle of "friends" that I thought I was a spoke of...
Eddie:
Shut up.
Gary Bunda:
Do any of you even like me for me?
Benji:
Gary? Gary, we like you. It's just, lately, you've just been acting like a...
Gary Bunda:
Like what?
Troy:
Like a little bitch.
Dizzay:
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Gary Bunda:
I'M A BITCH?! [to Dizzay] YOU'RE A BITCH. [to Troy] YOU'RE A BITCH. [to Eddie] YOU'RE A BIG, FLOPPY, DUMB, WET BITCH! EVERY ONE OF YOU! [crying] I'm sorry. What am I? [Gary makes a wave gesture with his hand] I'm doing this.
Troy:
Yeah, a little bit.
Gary Bunda:
I don't know what's wrong -- [vomits on his employees]
Eddie:
Gary, are you okay?
Gary Bunda:
I think I'm fine. I just maybe --
Dizzay:
Whatever it is, you going like a mother.
Gary Bunda:
F*** you!