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I didn't take crap from anybody.

Now I'm in my 30s, I can't hold a job.

I go out with women I don't even like.

Worst of all, I take crap

from absolutely everybody.

Things could be worse.

I could've got my nose bit off

by a Saigon whore.

You bastard!

I'm just messin' with you, Jimmy.

I saw you down there.

Get Jimmy a beer on me.

Okay. It's okay.

Wow, look at her.

Yeah. She's all yours, buddy.

Go get her.

Hi. How ya doin'?

I'm Sam McKenna.

I live with my dad.

It appears Travis Cole

has bailed out the city once again...

coming up with the necessary funding

to save the Chelsea Opera House.

How could a man in my position

not step in and do his civic duty?

That opera house is part

of this city's heritage.

Heck, yes, I'm gonna keep it up

and running.

I love this city,

and as we all know...

I love opera.

Right, Spunky?

A guy like Travis Cole

has a great life.

Why? Just because he's rich?

No. Because he doesn't take crap

from anybody.

There are two kinds of people in this

world:
those who get stomped on...

and those who do the stomping.

Where'd you come up

with that theory?

That famous guy said it.

What's his name?

Yeah. Jesus.

Hi. I'm Mitch.

Hello, Mitch.

Maybe later you'll drop by the house.

You know, check out the hot tub.

- Hey, pal, beat it!

- Why don't you beat it?

The lady obviously isn't interested

in you, jerk-off! So get lost!

Maybe we should let the lady decide.

- I think you should fight it out.

- Good idea.

- Great idea!

- Brilliant idea!

- I love the idea.

- Terry, Jack, Mike, Rick.

No. My dumb friend needs me.

I gotta go.

Well, Mitch, looks like

we've got ourselves a fight.

Great. It's fightin' time.

Can I be on their side?

Looks like there's gonna be a brawl.

You playin' something good?

Hell, yeah!

Rolling Stones' "Street Fighting Man."

G-7!

You just hit G-8.

Bring it on!

How come you get a pool cue?

Come on.

You fell right into my trap.

Sammy, bite 'em!

Bite 'em in the nose!

Note to self.

Learn to fight.

I wanna go over there and rip

their heads off, every one of them.

That would probably work, since they're

so tired from beating us mercilessly.

But since we rented the cop uniforms,

let's try it my way, all right?

- Hey, dude, what's up?

- Neil, is that you?

Yeah, it's me, Neil.

It's Jason. We just got back from

beating these guys. Messed 'em up good!

The whole time, this guy's lying there,

crying like a little girl.

- Wait, I'll get Terry.

- Don't get Terry. I mean...

The reason I'm calling is this.

There's these guys going around

to frat houses pretending to be cops.

But they're not real cops.

They're fake cops.

They just robbed a bunch of stuff

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