Surfer, Dude Page #3

Now that makes sense.

Please.

- Whoo.

- Jack:
Ho ho ho ho ho.

- Man:
Nice. Nice.

- Hey,

Zarno went all out, huh?

Look at this...

that's La Rosa.

He's finishing

a sequencing session.

That's how we capture your

personal surfing style.

That's how we'll create

the Addington avatar.

He's a good surfer, man.

Hard charger.

What's happenin', bro?

Thought you'd be better looking,

have longer arms

or something.

I can't hear you, bro.

Gracias, mam.

It's my world now, mamao.

Man:

We need you in hair and makeup.

Wow.

- Dude looks upset.

- Truly.

Man:

Okay, people, let's reset the rig...

Looks cold in there, bro.

- Frigid.

- Man:
Uh, sorry,

there's no smoking in here.

Man:
Brill, shut it.

Baker, please.

Addington, continue.

Ben and Barry

wouldn't digitize me.

That's Steve Addington.

- Man:
Brillo, please...

- The surfer.

...I will come over there.

I'll tell you something else, man:

Video games,

reality TV,

Free Surfer...

I mean, what the f*** is that, man?

I'm not some ass-clown

in a green room.

- I'm a surfer, dude.

- Man:
Yes.

Hi.

- I'm Stacey.

- Brillo:
Good day.

- This is my friend Danni.

- Hello.

- Hey, how are you?

- Hey.

Stacey:

We're working for the reality show.

- East Coast?

- New York.

Do you mind if we shoot you?

No, roll away.

So you're not going

to do Free Surfer?

I hear La Rosa's getting over

$100,000 in residuals...

- What?

- $100,000?

...and exposure worth twice that.

- Yeah!

It's like getting a map

to buried treasure.

Except it's not buried.

It's dangling there

like a big fat grape.

- I love grapes.

- But who picked that grape, bro?

Seriously, migrants, you know?

Exploited farmers, man.

La Rosa's little niece probably had

to pick that grape, man,

- in Oxnard.

- Man:
Dude.

Steve:
Wow.

- Not feeling it.

- Man:
Yeah.

Not into it.

I just want to surf,

keep the stoke day to day.

Man:

Quality thinking, man.

You get all that?

Got it.

Later, East Coast.

- See ya.

- Bye.

Nice meeting you.

Blowing it.

Blowin' it.

- Add-Man.

- Farmer Bob.

Get in this house.

- From my garden, brother.

- Homegrown.

Thank you very much.

Speaking of homegrown...

"au naturale."

Under the sun...

Topanga Gold.

Bless the flowers...

- Bless the weed. Amen to that, brother.

...bless the weed.

How long we got you for?

I'm gonna chill

local-style for awhile...

the summer, at least.

Yeah.

The usual for the goats.

Keep 'em on

the farm roaming free.

You're way too generous.

They call it "courtesy"

for a reason, brother.

Wanna paddle out?

It's been a while.

I best be about

my father's business.

Cool.

Me too, brother.

Me too.

- What goes down...

...gotta come up!

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