Good Time Max Page #3

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These rockets are great.

Exact replicas of NASA's

Apollo mission rockets.

I wanted to work for Lockheed, to design

missiles, but they wouldn't hire me. Idiots.

Now for some rocket fuel.

- You ever tried? It's crystal meth.

- No.

Oh, man, it's the best.

So much more intense than coke.

And it lasts longer,

so you don't have to snort as much.

Here. Try some.

All right. Twisted my arm.

Time for the show.

Ah, damn.

- Burns.

- Now we're ready for launch.

Blastoff!

- Oh, wow!

- Oh, yeah!

Awesome.

This is like nerds havin' fun.

We're ready, Mission Control.

Three, two, one!

- Oh, man.

- Oh, sh*t!

Aah!

- Oh!

- Oh!

Man.

What the f*** do you think you're doin'?!

Sorry, Joel. It was a misfire.

F***ers.

Stay in your hole over there. You think

it's fun to burn other people's houses?

- F***! Cost me 150 bucks!

- Speed freak!

Have some of your own medicine!

- What are you doin'? Stop that.

- I got him.

Yeah!

- That's it. You are so dead.

- Get him, Max!

- You like that? I got him.

- Yeah!

We'll get you back!

Max, go!

Yeah! Oh, sh*t!

Roscoe, sic his balls!

Ha-ha.

- Max, can I come in?

- Uh, hang on.

Don't have to be at the hospital till

after four. Thought we'd go to the beach.

Sorry, bro.

I already have plans.

I took your advice.

I made a friend.

That's great.

Happy girl hunting.

Hi.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, ladies.

Drinking alcohol on the beach is illegal.

But I won't tell.

F*** you.

A**hole.

Baby. Feels good.

Yeah.

- Whoo.

- Whoo!

Thank you. Thank you!

Yes! You are hot!

My brother thinks he's gonna be a doctor.

I'm the doctor of love. Yes!

Hello, America,

and welcome to "Fact or Fiction?"

I'm your host, Ron Vicker.

Now on today's show,

let's welcome back ourchampion, Bunny.

- Hi.

- Oh, Bunny, come on in.

Psst.

- Whoo! Ha-ha.

- Yeah.

Hey, what are you guys doin'?

Ohh, is that cocaine?

No, man. This stuff's better.

Want some?

- Oh.

- All right.

- Did you get signed consent?

- Yes.

- X-rays?

- They're... I had them.

Goddamn it, Verbinski.

Get back to Radiology and get them, now.

One minute. Why am I still seeing you?

This is gonna help you relax, sir.

Ah-ah. What about the Betadine?

- Sorry. First time I put in a chest tube.

- That's OK. You're doing just fine.

- I think this guy's got a dropped lung.

- Let me see the film.

You're right. Can I get some help?

Yeah!

Who are you kidding, man?

You're a total f***ing wimp.

I may look like one,

but I know how to throw a punch.

- I can take a punch, too.

- Oh, yeah? Let's see what you got.

- Doctor, we need your help over here.

- Start up another kit.

- Where's the other intern?

- Page him again.

- Doctor, please?

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