Swearnet: The Movie Page #4

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security please?

- F***, ooh I'm callin' security!

- F*** off.

I've got three washed up

one hit wonders

Who need to leave

the building immediately.

F***!

No!

F*** no!

Oh f***!

Today we're gonna be making

some good old

Classic Shephards pie.

All right,

so lots of ground beef?

Lots of ground beef,

some garlic...

do you mind crushing

the garlic for me?

I'll do the garlic,

that's fine.

Then we're gonna put it into

the pan with some oil...

you one hit wonder,

you Mackeral!

- Will you shut up!

- Shut the up, Smith!

Shut your mouth!

Are you f***ing kidding me?!

- Ow!

- Ah!

Aw!

F***in' Smith! Sh*t!

Oh, yeah, take the whole thing,

Jeremy.

Open wide, boy!

Well, that just pretty much

guaranteed

I'll be working at 50's

for the rest of my life.

Thanks, you f***in' lunatic!

You can't be burnin' bridges

like that, man.

Aw, f*** off.

I can't f***in' deal with

networks doin' that, boys.

We don't f***in' need them!

We can do sh*t on the internet.

Yeah, that sounds like

a great career, Smith.

40-Year-Old out of work

f***in' actor,

Selling bullshit

f***in' real estate,

Posting videos on shittube.

Nice!

I'm not talkin' about

f***in' lametube.

I mean,

our own f***in' network.

Yeah, people'll are gonna

f***in' pay you

To watch you swear and Jack

your miniature cock off.

Yeah, they would,

All over your mother's

big sloppy horrible tits.

Think about this though, boys.

We've got f***in'

direct access

To over a million people

on our fan sites.

We get 10,000 of them even

to pay five bucks a month,

That's fifty f***in' grand

a month!

Jesus Christ, man,

what if a 100,000 did?

That'd six million bucks

a year.

Imagine the sh*t we could shoot

with that kinda money.

F*** my tits, boys!

I would f*** your tits

for that much money.

So would I.

God, can you imagine?

I'd just be prancin' around

gigglin', ticklin' you guys.

This could be f***in' huge,

boys.

Our own f***in' network doin'

whatever the f*** we want.

Swearnet.

Swearnet. I f***in' like that.

It made my balls tingle.

Shut the f*** up,

I'm tryin' to cum!

F*** off.

Let's take

our f***in' balls

And cradle then

on the tips of our c*cks

And get this f***in' thing

lit right now.

Let's do this.

Smith, Wells, Tremblay,

your ride's here,

And she is some pissed.

Oh, Jesus f***in' Christ!

I noticed you picked up

the paint, thanks a lot.

I didn't really have

much of a choice

With you in jail,

did I, Robb?

Those look like really, really

beautiful colours, Julie.

F***, that is a lot of paint!

Didn't you just paint

the whole house

Like a couple weeks ago,

Julie?

It's gonna look

f***in' good though,

That's the designer sh*t.

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