All Out Dysfunktion! Page #5
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2016
- 85 min
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because you don't like germs?
Yeah, that's...
that pretty much sums it up.
Well, you better get used to it,
you pencil-poker
piece of p*ssy lint!
Welcome to L.A.!
Oh, yes, Mike.
I am ready.
First a.D.,
can I talk straight
to the talent?
Oh.
Grow some f***ing balls.
"Welcome to L.A."
Look, there's one more thing.
There's this old lady, clarelle,
who manages this place.
I don't think
she's gonna be cool
last minute.
I'll deal with
the roommates, but...
Don't tell me you dragged me
all the way here
that it's not gonna work.
I'm giving you $2,000
and enough coke
to melt your face.
- Face, b*tch. -Let me
explain something to you.
I don't care about ravers.
I don't care about music.
And I don't give
a f*** about people.
What I care about
is my money and my time,
so don't f***
with my money or my time.
I'm on a plane to Miami.
If you don't come through,
you're gonna face a shitstorm
of unimaginable.
So, now what are you gonna do
about this old lady, clarelle?
I don't know.
Can we knock her out
or something?
How old is she?
- Sixty or 70?
- F***.
We can't f*** her up.
We can knock her out, though.
Oh, every day at 6:00,
she goes out back
and she waters her flowers.
- F***, I'll just chloroform the b*tch.
- Okay, everything's a go.
Ooh, cocktails.
Ah, f*** it.
I'm just gonna inject
that b*tch with acid.
Have that b*tch seeing rainbows.
Jesus, I don't want to kill her.
Shut the f*** up, b*tch.
We're not gonna kill her.
We're just gonna put her
to sleep.
And, on that note,
we're gonna set up
and break down.
By the time she wakes up,
everything will be back to normal.
You get your gig in cash, b*tch.
Gig in motherfuckin' cash.
Will you shut the f*** up?
Seriously.
Come on, dig, b*tch.
All right, look, you guys.
We're gonna go out
the same way we came in.
She's the old lady
that's standing out front.
You can't miss her.
Bruce, give me a bump.
For the love of god.
Oh, yeah, you want
some of Mr. moist?
- Just give me some.
- Want my dick?
Shut up, just give it to me.
Say you want my dick, b*tch.
Say it.
- Say it.
- I want your coke.
Like that sh*t?
All right.
Okay, a deal's a deal,
all right?
And if anything goes wrong,
I'm gonna cut off
your f***ing balls
and I don't owe sh*t,
you broken record motherf***er.
Now get the f*** outta here.
And that goes for you,
too, scooter.
F***ing b*tch.
Isn't she saucy?
Ranjit?
Something I can do for you?
Hi.
Huh, I was just looking
for something.
You know, something.
Laundry room's
down the hall, bro.
Yes.
Yes, the laundry room
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