Surf School Page #4

We're the guys who sent you

the deposit for surf school.

That makes a little more sense.

All right.

You, uh...

you got the balance? Huh?

I take traveler's checks.

You don't get nothing till

you turn us into pros.

Who said pros?

Your ad.

Remember?

Man, we just wasting our time.

Let me out of here.

No. He's gonna teach us to surf.

Hey.

Look, you want to drink yourself to death,

that's your choice.

But this week,

you're gonna teach us to surf.

Okay, hairdo.

I appreciate the incentive.

But you've got to understand that the old

Ripster's been down a long time.

It's got to be, what...

'75?

'76?

Well, it can't be 1977.

It's 2005.

Okay. That's not helping.

I should know the date

by at least 30 years, right?

But... what the hell?

You're here!

Why doesn't old Ripster

whip you up some mahi-mahi?

Huh?

You guys want to eat?

I'll make some nice

pan-shaped mahi-mahi.

That would be real...

sh-shweet!

Peace, sister.

I like to sit in corners

when it rains, too.

The Bell Jar.

I read that once.

It affected me deeply.

Uh, maybe... maybe someday

you'd like to help me

paint one of these.

Or... or we could play beauty parlor.

Do each other's nails, hair.

Or not.

Okay. I got to run.

Thanks for the girl talk.

Man, these tropical storms are intense.

We love the rain.

We love to get wet.

Are you American surf boys?

We love American surf boys.

- Bye.

- Bye-bye.

Those chicks were so hot,

they melted our brains.

They love American surfers.

I can't believe we didn't get into

Surfer's Paradise,

but I guess we are Barneys.

Not for long.

Please come into my club.

In 4 days, no one.

Please...

El Pescado Muerto.

Does that mean "dead fish"?

El pescado muertol

SI:

That is cool, huh?

Ah, no.

You, uh, get any hot chicks here?

Course!

Don't you see my sister?

Where is she?

Right there.

Berthita, a smile for the American boys.

Hot, huh?

Okay. Screw this.

I'm going home.

No. Hey. Taz?

Guys, we're not going anywhere.

We came here to have the time of our lives,

and we're gonna have it.

And we're gonna make the party right here

at the, uh... Dead Fish.

Guys, when we start surfing,

they're gonna see that we're

the real deal,

and I would, uh...

Well, I would guess that they're gonna

want to party with us.

You know?

I mean, they're gonna know

that we're...

obviously the coolest.

The party's gonna come to us.

I don't know about you guys,

but I'm feeling a heck of a lot

better about Rip, aren't you?

Ghost Babe.

Uh, come back.

Come back, Ghost Babe.

Hey, Rip.

It's time for surf school.

Do I know you, man?

Surf school is open, hairdo.

Now, what do you think real surfers

would call you three?

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