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I don't have a fade. I don't

feel comfortable with the shirt.

I can tell when you're

lying to me, go ahead.

Okay, go ahead. You feel happy now?

This is the... this is the

hospital where Graham was born.

Quick, get a shot of that.

That's beautiful.

It's brown too.

We goin' to Vegas?

Let's go to Vegas.

Yes, we're going to Vegas.

Let's get pumped up.

Whatever.

Vegas on three, Cam.

On three... Vegas.

One, two, three.

Go.

All right, for

everybody's information,

moving on down the road.

We got a little stowaway in

the back seat now though,

because somebody just

had to tag along.

Guilty, right there.

You know you wanted me

to come, don't lie.

Oh, and I came bearing gifts.

What are you drawing over there?

Oh, that's so sweet.

If...

them two were to have a kid,

this is how it would look like.

I agree.

His name is Pepe.

Oh, sh*t.

We're all gonna die, we're

never gonna make it to Vegas.

Okay, say something.

Um,

Why are you here,

where did you come from?

Because I am going to

go see my boyfriend.

And you guys are giving me a ride.

So kindly, my good friends.

Can I draw a dinosaur

on your cheek?

He's holdin' the camera.

You're holdin' the camera,

it's my turn to play.

You're not here.

You need to practice invisibility...

Okay, I'm tired of the attitude.

We're pretending that

you don't exist.

Why are you guys so mean then?

You exist, I see you.

This was a dude's trip.

Dude's trip only.

And you are gay for sure now.

How am I gay?

You're sucking your banana.

Just because he has feelings, okay?

Gay, gay.

Stop!...

Yo, fuckface, film me humpin'

the f***in' stegosaur.

The what?

Get it, dude.

What'd he say?

Yeah, you like that?

Yeah, man.

You gotta thrust the hips, though.

Hey, easy dude, don't

bust a nut on this thing.

Hey, Graham.

Oh, boy.

You wanna hump this thing?

Yes, I wanna hump that thing.

Oh, yeah, get some.

Hey, wait your turn, buddy.

All right, all right.

No pleasure for the dinosaur.

You're up, buddy.

And it's a guy.

I don't do this sh*t.

Short and sweet, just like

your mother likes it.

That's great, you're talkin'

about my mom again.

What, man, she has soft hands.

Uh, that's really weird.

Why is that weird?

It's not like I'm saying

it sexually, okay?

I just mean, her hands feel like they're

dipped in shea butter or something.

It's actually quite amazing.

Well, how would you

feel if I showed her

this f***in' tape?

I would say, "Mrs. Cohen, you

have silky, soft, smooth hands.

And I love you."

Okay.

Let's get outta here.

I'm not f***in'...

Ready?

I can't believe those two

haven't f***ed, dude.

What, yeah, they have.

What?

What?

When?

Holy sh*t, wait a second.

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