Trevor:
What if we drove down midnight pass road?
Cory:
No, man. If we go up this way, we stop at Mimar's Arcade right there.
Ricky:
What the fuck? What him my idiots tell why there's only 10 fuckin' carts left in that truck instead of 20!
Cory:
Yeah. We had to move 10 off.
Ricky:
Oh, you moved 10 off. Did you hear that, Julian? Precious little Cory and Trevor fucked up and took 10 carts off the goddamn load.
Julian:
Your order's for 10 carts, Rick. You fucked up.
Ricky:
What the fuck are you lookin' at, Trevor?
Trevor:
Fucked up, Ricky. You know what else? You're wearing the same dirty clothes since you got out of jail. Fuck up, man.
Ricky:
What did you just say to me?
Bubbles:
Uh-oh.
Ricky:
Knock knock, Trevor.
Trevor:
I'm not gonna say who's there, man.
Ricky:
You just did you fuckin' idiot.
[Ricky rips Trevor's pants]
Bubbles:
Ricky! Ricky!
Trevor:
Those are my new pants!
Cory:
What are you doing?
Bubbles:
Ricky!
[Julian gets out of the car]
Julian:
Boys! Boys! We're supposed to be workin' like a team here! You wanna be on the winning team that makes a shitload of money or do you wanna be on the losing team that goes to jail, Huh? Apologize to him!
Ricky:
I'm not apologizing to him.
Julian:
Cory, move. Apologize to him.
Ricky:
I'm sorry I ripped your pants off, Trevor.
Trevor:
It's alright, Ricky. Shit happens, man.
Ricky:
Do you want your pocket back, Trevor?
Julian:
Here's some gas money. Cory, get over here. Gas money and here's twenty for a new pair of pants.
Trevor:
Thanks a lot, Julian.
Julian:
Alright, no speeding. Put on your seatbelts. Don't fuck around.
Trevor:
See you later, Ricky.
Ricky:
Do a good job, boys.
Bubbles:
Ricky, you ripped his fuckin' pants right off.
Ricky:
I don't know what happened. I'm just so stressed out lately. I fucked up. He was fuckin' standin' up to me though. He better watch himself or he's gonna lose a fuckin' friend. I'll tell you that.
