Jim:
Okay, boys. Rule number one: No living in a van in Sunnyvale Trailer Park.
Bubbles:
J-Roc, you better straighten Panama Jack the fuck out right now.
J-Roc:
Aight, here's what I'm talkin' about. You know'm sayin'? Know'm sayin'? Bubbles is renting this van for twelve dollars a month. You know'm sayin'? That makes this mafucka an income property. You know'm sayin'? And once me and T get power and water goin' on, then this mafucka gonna fall under the same jurisdictions as every other trailer up in this ma'. You know'm sayin'? So why don't you and that fifteen cheeseburger-eatin', Rico Suave lookin' mafucka go on 'cause you ain't beatin' nobody! Peace.
[Tyrone laughs, slaps J-Roc's hand]
Tyrone:
That's cold, man! That's crazy! Suave-Rico cheeseburger!
J-Roc:
Oh, hang on.
[J-Roc leans his ear to Randy's gut]
J-Roc:
Can I get fifteen half-eaten cheeseburgers to go?! You know'm sayin'?
Tyrone:
Order me some too, man!
[Bubbles laughs]
Bubbles:
Talking to his gut like it's a person.
