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construction program.

I've been here for like two months...

and nobody seems to know

what the hell we're building.

- Coming through, coming through.

- Whose sweet ride?

It's Montgomery's.

It's his pride and joy.

He'd have sex with it if he could.

Maybe I'm giving him too much credit.

- Maybe he has.

- Mm-hm.

You better hide that sh*t.

Hey, if you could have sex with any car,

what kind of car would it be?

Phantom.

But, you know, I'd be thinking

about a Jag so, you know...

Yeah, I know.

Ahh. The fruit juice of human kindness.

I want you boys to drop down

and give me 50.

Please and thank you very much.

I'm waiting.

I believe you boys

were admiring my automobile?

In the parlance of the street,

she's cherry.

Now, you guys are light years from this,

but we do have a trustee program...

that allows those who get in

the program and stay in the program...

the privilege of working on my car...

and drinking lemonade

as the sun sets.

It's an incentive program, if you will.

Mr. Wyatt, how many is that?

Eight percent.

I want another 50.

Come on, Stein,

I haven't seen you do one good one yet.

Don't make me help you!

- Push with your arms!

- I can't.

Push! Give me one f***ing good one!

Push! Come on, you weakling.

One f***ing push-up. Two...

three, four. You waste of space.

Push! All day! We'll do this all day!

"'Everyone must leave

something behind when he dies'...

my grandfather said.

A child, or a book, or a painting...

or a house, or a wall built...

or a pair of shoes made...

or a garden planted." Boys...

unless you wanna join him...

"Something your hand touched

some way...

so your soul has somewhere to go

when you die.

And when people look at that tree

or that flower you planted...

you're there."

Oh, wow, if it's Bernville,

and it's autumn and it's after 6, ooh...

don't be caught dead without

the Bernville Camp for Boys tuxedo.

Made from the finest Dacron in Akron,

rubber capital of the world.

It is smart, dashing and now,

the Bernville Camp for Boys tuxedo.

If you gotta be bad, but you wanna

look good, this is the tux for you...

and you, and you and you.

It comes in a rainbow of colors,

red, yellow, tan and brown.

The Bernville Camp for Boys tuxedo!

It is a veritable clusterfuck of a tux.

Any takers? Five ninety-nine.

It's 7.99 at Walmart.

What about you fellas over here?

No? No takers? You guys over here?

Rainbow of colors. Rainbow.

Oh. Jeez.

- You can't sit here, man.

- I can't and...

And yet I am.

I just wanna say thanks, man.

For what,

carrying your weak ass to the Infirmary?

No, no, no. This morning at the site,

you came to check on me.

What?

You were checking on my well-being

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