Lords Of Dogtown

I'm gonna rip your head off!

Donnie...

...you're not in Vietnam.

Man, you scared the shit out of me.

Yeah, take my board. Yeah.

-Hey, Mom.

-Hi, baby.

Hey!

Morning.

You're going to school today,

right, Tony?

Don't worry about it, Dad.

l'm just gonna get wet.

l don't want my son

to be a ditchdigger.

l got him, Dad, okay?

Don't ever go outside

dressed like that again.

One, two, three.

Yeah!

-lt's big today.

-They're there, huh?

That's Skip charging.

Shit, dude.

lt's judgment day, boys.

Let's paddle.

You broads aren't surfing now.

l ain't surfing no sloppy seconds.

You're working rat patrol, mop top.

Jay, you're on parking-lot detail.

Keep it local.

And you, Peralta, the boneyard.

l don't want our boards

hitting a piling.

l better not see any dings.

lf you wanna surf the cove,

you gotta earn it.

Look at that right.

l got it, Chino.

Hey, here.

Hey, you should get out, man.

Let's go, brother. Get out there.

Vals!

What the fuck?

Go back to the Valley, kooks!

Are you guys lost or what?

-This is private.

-You're not the law.

Go back to the Valley, you kooks!

-No Vals.

-Get out of here, man.

-No.

-Locals only.

You guys have, like, a blue, like,

'67 Chevy Camaro?

Yeah, maybe.

-Hey! My carburetor!

-Get the fuck out, kook.

-Thattaboy, Jay boy.

-Hey. Hey!

-Valley bitch.

-Leave now.

-Yeah, Tony!

-Help me out here.

Fucking anal pirate fags!

Go back, faggot!

Hey, grab my board!

Thanks a lot, pal.

Now, get out there and surf,

you little grommets.

Don't screw up.

Yeah, and then she had

a big old head.

Chino, let me toke on that.

You got one in your hair, bro.

Yeah, it's my backup joint.

He's gonna go under.

-Hey, there goes Tony.

-Little wetback.

Yeah. That was a good one.

Hey, here comes Jay.

There goes Stacy.

There goes Stacy.

Wipeout!

Milk and cookies.

Hey.

Oh, my God.

Back to the boneyard for you, pal.

Come on.

-Perfect timing.

-Ahoy.

Yeah, put your

sweeping hat on, man.

l'll say it, man. This shop's a shithole.

Come on. Get to work, huh?

Surf's up, man! Yeah!

l'm sorry, man. ls your equilibrium

shit messing with you again?

Come on. That's not right.

We know he's got bad ears. Come on.

Sid!

That-- That was good.

-Oh, man, l'm sorry, Sid.

-That was a good one.

lt's cool, man.

Hey, why do l pay you when l should

have you arrested for loitering?

-You don't pay me.

-Well, now you know why, Sid.

Where are your pals, man?

Yeah.

Hey!

You got my stuff?

Yeah. Hi.

-Yeah.

-Hi.

This isn't a library...

...so it's 1 0 bucks to browse.

You got 1 0 bucks?

Didn't bring any money today.

Yeah, well, why'd you come into

my store, then, asshole?

Hey.

Go browse in the Valley, kook.

Okay, so, what?

You got cash, or...? What?

Man, l got something

better than cash.

These are urethane

skateboard wheels.

They're ure-what?

Urethane, man. lt comes from oil.

-From oil?

-Yep.

With these, you can do the same

hard turns you do on your surfboard.

-Yeah?

-Yep.

You can even climb walls, man,

because they grip.

-They grip?

-They grip?

-They grip.

-Shit.

-Sid. Sid, you should've seen us.

-Check these out.

They're urethane.

They come from oil.

And they grip.

Who's got bad karma?

l said, who's got bad karma?

-l got the worst karma, Skip.

-Dude, right here, Skip.

-Oh, no, no.

-Give it to me, me.

-l'm first. Come on.

-lt's my board.

Come on, you little pervert.

Oh, my God.

-Nice.

-Ripping, dude.

-ls that all right or what?

-lnsane. lnsane.

Red Dog, hit it.

Yeah, surf it like a wave, man.

Yeah, Red Dog.

-Hey, Kathy.

-Hi, Kath.

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