:11:04
- Come on, people. This is for charity.
- 70.
:11:08
All right, I have 70. Do I hear 80?
:11:11
I said 1,000, you racist frat-head.
:11:15
Come on, mister. This is for charity.
:11:17
What charity's that?
The Inter-Geek Recreation Center?
:11:20
That should change a few lives.
Get outta my face, you jughead.
:11:26
Hey, wait a minute.
:11:30
Heads!
:11:44
Excuse me, fellas.
:11:50
- Eddie, you killed him.
- I wasn't even aimin' for him.
:11:53
- Besides, what's a kid doin' out here?
- He's not a kid!
:11:56
Get away from him.
:12:00
Oh, God. Not again.
:12:02
Fred! Fred?
:12:05
Oh, Fred.
:12:09
- This is called a sphygmomanometer.
- It is?
:12:19
- Hello.
- Hey, Jane. Let me talk to Fred.
:12:22
Dede. How are you?
:12:25
Just peachy. Now where's Fred, huh?
:12:28
- How many fingers?
- Two.
:12:30
- He can't talk right now.
- How come?
:12:33
- He's taking a nap.
- So wake him up.
:12:36
- I wanna hear about his first day.
- He's very tired, Dede.
:12:40
Cut the shit, Jane.
Put the kid on the goddamn phone.
:12:45
Here he is.
:12:49
Now, Fred. You don't wanna get
your mother all upset over nothing. Hm?
:12:54
OK.
:12:55
Hi, Dede.
:12:57
Jane was late picking me up
and I got hit on the head with a globe.