Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle

Oh, yes!
Sweet! I was hoping it would
be one of these big ring of keys.

- Kumar, hurry the fuck up.
- All right, yeah.

- Yes!
- Dude!

- Hey, what's that smell?
- What smell?

If we still have time.
We might still get by

Every time I think about it
I wanna cry

With bombs and the devil.
And the kids keep comin'

No way to breathe easy.
No time to be young

But I tell myself
that I'm doin' all right

There's nothin' left
to do at night

But go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy.
Crazy on you

Crazy on you
Bitch! Learn how to fuckin'
make coffee, you fuckin' whore!

Let me go crazy.
Crazy on you

I love you.
No, no, no.
No, baby, come on.
Hey, Kumar. Kumar!
Where are you...

Still in jail, asshole!

Come here!
Kumar! The cops...
You thought you'd
get away with it, huh?

I was in bed.
I didn't fire any gun. I swear.

Hey, Jackson's trying to escape!
What are you talking about?
I'm just sitting here.

He's trying to break free!
Get him!

- Aw, shit.
- Don't move!

Stop resisting!
We need backup now!

- He's got a gun.
- That's not a gun, that's a book.