Out Cold Page #3

The name's Pen.

A suit.

I need everybody to be calm

and take your tops off.

And tie them together.

Now! Move! I don't have

time to discuss this!

Wicked!

You. Grab me around my waist.

Lower. Nice.

You, get the door!

The door's stuck!

Just jiggle it!

It's gonna be OK, ladies.

Jiggle more!

You have to jiggle the handle.

Jiggle it.

Open the door, Pig Pen!

Come on, man.

Jiggle it.

Open the door!

I'm coming!

He's had a crush on that bench

for a long time.

Did you enjoy your nap?

So, Rick, did you

hit it last night or what?

No, man, we just talked.

God. You know, maybe...

we should clarify something.

When you won the race

last night...

that made you

King of the Mountain.

Not King of

the No-ball P*ssy Losers.

They already have

their own king--

my brother.

What?

Are you still hung up on Anna?

Here's what I don't get,

all right, is...

you met this chick...

and you got

freaky-deaky with her...

and then, poof!

She disappears.

How's there a problem with that?

Pig Pen, when I want advice...

about a good

"Planet of the Apes" film...

or maybe how to get the resin...

out of my bong,

I'll come to you, OK?

But I am not gonna take

romantic advice from somebody...

who cannot spell

romantic or advice.

Or bong.

Listen, man, I just want

to hear the story, that's all.

I mean,

you've never even told me it...

not even once.

If I tell you, will you

promise to shut up about it?

I met her at the most beautiful

romantic place on earth...

Cancun, Mexico.

There was this little cantina

called Pedro O'Horny's.

Me and Luke, see,

we had just shown up...

and then I saw her.

From the moment

we caught eyes...

I knew she wasn't like

the other girls there.

She was French.

She had her top on.

Plus, she wasn't puking.

Drink!

We spent every day together

for three weeks.

It was like heaven...

but you couldn't

drink the water.

And then, one day,

she asked me...

to go on one of them

tandem bike rides...

but she never showed up.

I never saw Anna again.

Who?

God!

Chicken!

Guys, a little sensitivity here!

God! Can't you see

this is a dejected man?

Well, Rick, get your

dejected head out of your ass.

Papa Muntz wanted you

to run this mountain.

Carpe the diem!

Seize the...carp!

What?

Make sure you bundle up because

it's freezing out there, OK?

Hey, Toby.

Let me check your boot.

You're good now.

-Thanks, Jenny.

-You're welcome.

Hey, Jenny, you think

you could tie up my boots?

Stewart, I think you

can do up your own boots.

I kind of like

the way you do it.

OK. How about I do up one,

and you do the other.

Cool.

The rabbit and the loops...

I can do it

without the song, you know.

I kind of like the song,

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