Choke

[ Boy ]

Whoa,you've got skills.

How do you know how to do that?

[ Bell Clanging ]

- [ Denny ] Get off me. Aah.!

- Hey, man. What the-

Hey, get out of here, you little shits!

- [ Groans ]

- Easy, easy, easy.

It's me. It's me.

- Sorry, dude.

- You all right?

Yeah, these kids kept putting

this ferret thing down my pants.

Am I bleeding?

- Oh, God.

- What? What is it?

Ursula, man.

- [ Denny ] She's a milkmaid.

- You got that right.

No.

No.

Yeah.

She's milking those cows all day...

working those fingers up and down

and up and down and up and down.

- Hey! Hey, hey, man!

- Thanks.

- Yeah,you may not want to do that.

- Ursula?

Hi.

[ Victor ]

Look at this guy.

Man's a glutton for punishment.

- [ Chuckling ]

- [ Denny ] She laughed.

- Did you see that?

- ""At,'' dude, not ""with.''

[ Denny ]

Right.

Oh, shit. Let's roll.

Wait, wait. Where is it? F*ck.

- What the f*ck are you doing?

- I need my wig. Where's my wig?

- Leave the goddamn wig, will you?

- Dude, he'll dock me.

- Who hast released thee from thy bonds?

- My bonds?

Thou knowest the rules.

Miscreants may be freed only by a duly

appointed member of the constabulary.

Give it a rest with the olden spiel,

Charlie.

You heard the bells. We're off.

- And what of his uncovered pate?

- My what?

Your pate! Your pate.

Discarding period attire whilst within

colony walls is a clear violation of character.

Fine. Okay? You happy?

- Thy purse shall suffer for thy transgressions.

- Hey, hey, hey, look.

I don't mind if you wanna play method Mussolini

to this bunch of failed drama school rejects...

- but you dock my check one more time-

- Victor.

thou wilt feel the wrath

of a fuckin' beat-down.

- Bring it then, varlet, if thou be a man.

- Victor! Victor!

- What wilt thou do?

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