Hot Tub Time Machine 2 Page #2

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Lougle is at a crossroads.

We did it, guys!

We got to the crossroads!

Our competitors, Lycos

and GeoCities, are crushing us.

Those guys are f***ing nerds, Brad.

What about Yahoo, huh?

Where are they?

Yahoo? What's Yahoo?

Exactly.

As your head of R&D, I have to tell you

that Lougle cannot continue

down this path.

Well, that's why I moved us

to New Orleans, Brad,

the Silicon Valley of the South.

Sh*t! Sh*t! Susan, look, turn around.

Turn around, right now!

Susan, quick, quick, quick!

I'm not going to look, Lou.

Susan, I promise it's not

a dick and balls this time.

I swear to God. Look, look, look!

Dick and balls!

You looked at a dick and balls!

I burned you.

I can't believe I let you talk me

into joining this sinking ship.

I was one of Engineering

Quarterly's "30 Under 30."

Really?

I was on track to be "20 Under 40,"

but now I'm "Zero Under F*** Me"!

You f***ed me, Lou.

You f***ed my whole life.

My brother works at the NSA

and I work for a madman.

Mad Man is a great show.

Sometimes I wish I could just...

Okay, okay.

Looks like you're hungry for an idea.

So why doesn't Uncle Lou give

you guys a little taste, huh?

If you combine the right

amounts of nitrotrinadium

with specifically heated water

in a specialized basin,

you get the elements

necessary for time travel!

Boom! Shotgun to the dick!

I'm gonna be in the lab,

trying to save this company.

Yeah!

Why are all these people here?

Are we having another seance?

Yeah.

Every day's a seance, baby.

Every day's a seance.

I f***ing hate you so much, Lou.

I f***ing hate you, too, baby.

Courtney, it's not a big deal.

Well, maybe it's not a big deal to you,

but she's my only sister,

and we never go visit her.

- It's the Grammys.

- It's always the Grammys.

It's not always the Grammys.

Sometimes it's the Grammys.

Wow. Look at you.

Every f***ing year, Lou?

Hey, enough with this dad stuff.

Call me Lou.

Why do I have to pretend

to be your butler?

You are my butler.

No, Lou, just 'cause

my room's near the bar

and I'm good at receiving guests and...

Holy f***, I'm your butler.

Wait. Hey, Lou, what do you think about,

maybe this summer, you know,

I come work with you at Lougle?

Listen, this is what I'll do

for you, okay?

If we ever come up with a division where

you sit on the couch and masturbate

while playing video games,

I'll get you an interview.

You started

an interactive porno division.

We have that.

Even that retarded Venn diagram

you just mentioned, it exists.

Listen, you are a key part

of this operation, Jacob.

Really?

You're my chief mixologist!

I love you, buddy.

Hey, Courtney. Your tits look fantastic!

Eat sh*t, Lou.

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