Jim:
My god! It's Ricky!
[Ricky smashes the Boom Gate]
Jim:
Yeah, we got a 10 72 at the Sunnyvale Trailer Park. Thank you very much. Well Ricky, it looks like you shit goose this time.
Ricky:
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck your gay.
Jim:
Willful destruction of property, theft under a thousand dollars, trespassing, dangerous driving. You're goin' back to jail, boy.
Ricky:
Good. Did you call the cops yet?
Jim:
Yeah I did.
Ricky:
Good. I want to go back to jail.
Jim:
You wanna go.
Ricky:
Hey, Trin.
Trinity:
Hi.
Ricky:
Where did you get this rim?
Trinity:
I borrowed it, daddy. Just like you taught me to. Merry Christmas.
Ricky:
Like I taught you to? What do you mean?
Jim:
Apples don't fall far from the tree. Do they, Rick?
Ricky:
Lahey, I got a lot to deal with before I go back to jail. I don't have time for your shit right now so fuck off.
Jim:
Speaking of shit, Rick, which you were. When a shit apple falls from a tree and grows up in a field of shit. It doesn't have any choice. Just like Trinity. She's gonna grow up to be a shit apple tree. Just like her father. Have fun in jail, Rick.
Trinity:
I wanna go to jail.
Ricky:
Trinity, don't ever say that again. Okay? Don't joke around.
Trinity:
I wanna go to jail. Jail, jail, jail, jail.
Ricky:
Trinity, stop it! I'm serious. Don't ever joke about that. You're never going to jail, okay?
Jim:
Oh yes she is, Rick.
Ricky:
No she's not, Lahey. So fuck off.
