Mac & Devin Go to High School Page #2

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Dang, girl.

Get it together.

Come close to the wall.

Oh, my god.

See, I got like messed up,

you kids.

I'm old school!

That means I don't

play that sh*t.

Whatever, man.

Man, turn back, turn-

turn around.

That's the reason

why I called

the Assistant Principal,

Mr. Skinnfloot,

'cause I know he'll give

every one of you a pass.

Man, we didn't do sh*t.

Turn back arou- You wanna

lose your strength?

What's up, Mr. Skinnfloot?

You see I done handled this.

Look how- look how

I got 'em lookin'.

That fool, Skinnfloot,

jacked me for that master kush,

it's got to be

in here somewhere.

Damn.

Sit back.

Let me find it.

Where did this f***er

put my thing at?

Wait a minute.

That don't smell like no....

'Kay.

Come here.

This is the last time you...

[ intercom squeals ]

Oh, yeah...

Oh, yeah.

Oh, wow.

[ girl ]

You know I'm ready Big Daddy.

[ Mac ]

Feast your eyes on my big, fat,

long, succulent, mouth-watering

woo-wa for the doo-da.

[ girl ]

I knew it'd be big,

but I've never seen

anything this big.

[ Mac ]

Just put it

in your mouth, baby.

[ girl ]

It's so thick,

I can barely hold it.

[ Mac ]

Yes, you can.

Just go aaah...

There you go.

Stop listening to that filth!

[ Mac ]

Aaaah....

[ girl ]

I can't fit it all in my mouth.

Yo, that dude is crazy.

[ Mac ]

Just stuff it in there

and get to suckin'.

No, he ain't.

Mac!

Skinny Dick, you wanna hit?

Mac, the word around

this high school

is that you have the finest

kush in all the land.

Hook me up, Mac,

I know you got it.

I am prepared to

pay you in chain mail,

a quiver of arrows, three

broad swords, and two oxen.

I got a couple fat b*tches

and one midget in the car.

You could f*** any one you want.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Just let me just hold

that ounce or two

to you know, just Friday.

Hey, Mac.

Dr. Andrews,

third period English.

These crazy kids

gave me a migraine.

You think you could

hook me up with a joint

to relieve the pain?

Salmon Sandbar?

You gonna be there

all day, man?

Damn.

Yeah, probably.

High school.

It's the best of times,

it's the worst of times.

It's the times

that try men's soul.

Ask not what high school-

Wow, sh*t.

Ask not what high school can do

for you, but what you can do-

It's the best of times,

it's the worst of times.

It's time for me

to write a new speech.

What the f***, man.

It's the times

that try men's soul.

It...

And that was horrible.

Yo, your speech sucks.

Hey, how's the speech

coming, Devin?

Great.

Um, I'm almost done with it,

but it'll be good.

Well, it better be.

You want to stay together

after graduation, right?

Of course I do, Ashley.

Then you need

to go to Yale.

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