EuroTrip Page #4

First bus to Berlin doesn't leave

till tomorrow. What do you wanna do?

Got the Tower of London...

there's Buckingham Palace.

- Uh...

- There's no drinking age.

- There you go!

- Come on.

- Hey!"The Fiesty Goat."

All right!

What do you wanna...

Soccer hooligans.

Hey, this isn't where

I parked my car!

Oy!

Who the bloody hell are you?

This is a private members bar,

exclusively for the supporters

of the greatest

football team in the world...

Manchester United.

Now please, enlighten me.

Who the f*** are you?!

That is a good question,

and... Scotty?

Huh?

We're the Manchester United fan club...

from Ohio.

If you're Manchester United

supporters...

sing the Manchester United song.

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

I'm not much of a singer...

- Sing!!

- " My baby takes

" The morning train

" He works from 9 to 5 and then

" He takes another home again

" To find me...

" watching the Manchester United

football team! "

Eh?

The best freakin' team

in all the land! Whoo-hoo!

Pretty good.

- Pretty dang good, lads!

- Yeah!

" My baby takes the morning train

" He works from 9 to 5 and then

" He takes another home again

" To find me waiting for him

" He's always

on that morning train "

I've unblocked

your email address,

but this Scott is not responding.

He was the one.

I was going to give myself to him.

Perhaps you should give

yourself to someone else...

fraulein.

I'm never drinking again.

Coop, wake up.

Oh, man, that was a wild night.

You think?

Scotty, where the hell are we going?

Don't worry. If anything

bad happens, my parents will find us.

Honey, where's Scotty?

- Cooper said they were going camping.

- Oh, that's nice.

And where's Bert?

F*** if I know.

Hey!

How are you, you scalawag!

Look, given the current

geopolitical climate,

all European countries should

have a seat at the table.

- Right.

- Except those f***ing Ities.

I hate them Italian bastards.

- You know what I mean?

- Excuse me.

Hello, boyo!

- What the hell happened last night?

- You got steamed up, pissed as a fart.

Too much sauce, son.

Don't worry.

We come and got ya,

so you wouldn't miss the trip.

What trip?

- Where are we going?

- What do you mean, where are we going?

We're going to see the Mighty

Reds do the frogs in Paris.

Aren't we, boys?

Yeah!

Why are you yelling at me?

So I tell the swamp donkey

to sock it

before I give her a trunky

in the tradesman's entrance

and have her lick me yardballs!

Wow. You guys are on a completely

different level of swearing over here.

Coop? Cooper,

we're going to Paris.

I know. Cecil told me.

Mieke's in Berlin.

We're not going to Berlin.

What are we gonna do?

We need a plan.

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