:36:01
Can't we just go back to the motel
and hang out...
:36:06
get up early,
play nine holes of golf...
:36:09
before we head home?
:36:15
Listen, man, you're my friend...
:36:18
and I know you care about me.
:36:21
I know you disapprove,
and I respect that.
:36:23
But there are some things that I have to do
that you don't understand.
:36:28
You understand literature,
movies, wine...
:36:33
but you don't understand my plight.
:36:54
Yeah?
:36:56
- Holy shit! Jesus Christ!
- Fuck. Fuck.
:37:00
God, it's fucking freezing out there!
:37:03
- God, yeah.
- Vicodin. Where's the Vicodin?
:37:06
Uh-
:37:10
Oh.
:37:13
Here.
:37:15
Oh. Oh.
:37:20
Fucking chick's married, man.
:37:23
What?
:37:25
Her husband works the night shift, and he
comes home and catches me on the floor...
:37:27
with my cock in his wife's ass.
:37:30
Oh, Jesus Christ. Jesus. Jack!
:37:33
- And you walked all the way from Solvang?
- No, ran.
:37:37
Twisted my ankle too.
:37:39
- That's five klicks, Jack.
- Fuckin'- A right, it's five klicks.
:37:42
At one point I had to cut
through an ostrich farm.
:37:45
Those fuckers are mean.
:37:54
Whoo!
:37:58
- Oh.!
- We gotta go back.