Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd

- Some what?
- You know.

She'll be all over you
like a barrelful of monkeys

with that short skirt
and that tight shirt.

Ooh, it's so faggy I can't
even think about it.

- Come on, Lloyd.
- Okay, if you're gonna do this,

bring her something special.
Buy her some chocolate...

the best you can find.
Seems simple enough.
Knock, knock, knock.
Hello, Jessica.
It's nice to see you,

That's not right.
Hi, Jessica.
Do you remember me from before?

I'm Harry
That's stupid!

Hello, Jessica.
Harry... Mrs. Harry Jessica.

Mr. Harry Jessica.
- J-e-s-s-i-s-s-i...
- Harry?

Harry, hi.
Do you want
to come inside?

Okay. Wipe your feet.
My parents are totally anal.

Oh, that's gross.
- Would you like something to drink?
- Yeah, but I'm buying.

Harry, I have a lot of questions
to go over with you,

so let's just
go upstairs.

Good plan.
I'm not really ready for downstairs.

Harry, you're so funny.
I'm not even trying.

- Are you coming?
- Yeah.

I'll race ya!
- Harry, stop horsing around.
- Oh, boy.

Okay, there's a lot
to go over, Harry,

so it may get
hard for you.

Hard for me?
Hard for me?

Hard for me?
Harry, do you want
to sit down?

- No, no, I'm okay.
- Okay.

I think Collins and Heller are
embezzling money from the school,

and I think it's
been going on for years.

I just have to figure out
some way to prove it.

I mean, it doesn't make
any sense to me.

But I guess there's got
to be a good explanation.

Heller wore
a coconut bra...

Wow, she's really
making me feel hot.

What's worse is I think the entire
special needs class is a scam.

But... I need proof.
I don't know how much longer
I can stand it.