All American Bikini Car Wash Page #2

And the other stuff, too.

Good. That's my boy.

I'm your boy!

I'll call you later.

Awesome, Dad. Thanks!

Next time, answer my call.

Yeah.

Run a real business? I don't

think I'm ready for all that...

Jack, you've spent the last

four years getting ready.

Awe come on, Professor, there's

gotta be another way.

Look, I'll re-take my final.

Not an option.

I gotta be honest,

this whole semester it seemed

like you were coasting.

Your colon cancer awareness

campaign?

I thought we had a

good campaign.

"Got Anal?"

It was catchy.

Listen, the only reason I'm

offering you this

is that your father and I go

back pretty far

and he has a good mind

for business.

I thought you might, too.

Maybe that gene skipped me.

Or I'm adopted.

Frank, the manager, is taking

another job,

so it works out perfectly.

Look, I don't know sh*t

about car washes.

Run it for a week, show a

profit. Do that, you pass.

I would give my first

born child to caress that ass.

You would give up a tiny,

beautiful newborn baby?

I think I would.

So, does your Dad know that

you lost your job yet?

No.

Does he know your renting out

rooms to your friends

to pay for your rent?

No. Not at all, and get this.

I got a 24 on my Final.

Wow! That's

fantastically awful.

Just look at Tori for a sec.

That should make you

feel better.

No. I still feel like a loser.

Yeah, me too. I swore that

would work.

You know my Dad's deal, man.

All I have to do is just pass

my business classes

and he gives me the cash

for the skate shop.

Yeah. I know, you've been

talking about it for years.

But what if you opened it and

it bombed, dude?

Maybe just go work for him.

It'd probably be easier.

I don't know. My professor

made me an offer.

Blowj*b? I mean,

I guess it's worth it and all if

you really want the grade...

No, dumbass, not a blowj*b.

If I show him that I can run a

business, successfully,

for a week, he'll give me the

credit I need to pass.

What kind of business?

Car wash.

Sh*t.

It's Big Tony and Bobby Bullets.

Those are their real names?

Vex, my man, how the

hell are ya?

Yeah, Vex, how da f*** are ya?

Come on.

Aren't you guys from here?

Cause, you sound like you just

fell out of a Scorsese movie.

Hey I'll cut ya for that,

ya know!

No, Bobby, relax.

It really wasn't that bad of

a criticism, ya know?

He did say Scorsese!?

No, listen you ain't gotta be

from New York to be New York!

I think you do.

Ya know, Vex, Paulie is

awaiting his payment

and it's our job to collect.

I'll pay it back, guys. Relax.

Paulie ain't one for relaxing.

No. Paulie don't do that sh*t.

You know, Paulie, he prefers

to break people's arms.

And necks!

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