You might remember me as being that one guy from the Lord Of The Rings movie. You'd be wrong, but if that's how you remember me, then fine. Go with it.
Hey, man! Why don't you get a job somewhere, so I don't have to look at you on the street anymore!
You seriously think it's that easy? I'm drunker than Donald Trump after a stockmarket crash, for cryin' out loud!
Come on! I'm sure you could find someone who'd hire you. There's a guy on the street over there. He's wearing a business suit. Go talk to him!
Okay, but I'm telling you, I'm bad at stuff like this...
This should be good.
Excuse me, sir. I was wondering if you could possibly let me rummage through your pockets. Oh, sorry about that. I had a bean burrito for breakfast today.
Thanks for agreeing to go out on this date with me, Cheryl.
It's my pleasure. I like a man who's willing to make an ass out of himself in front of people.
Well, then, have I got just the thing for you...Hey, coppers! My lady friend and I think you're a dumb sack of horse crap, and we'd like to see you just try and arrest us!
Huh?
So, do you think we can go out again anytime soon?
From the looks of things, not for another ten to twenty years.
All righty. What's the matter? Are you having bad lady luck? Do you need some money or something?
No, dad. It's nothing big like that.
Please don't tell me you have Attention Deficit Disorder! I couldn't like with myself if I thought that my only son was in any physical or mental pain and anguish.
Actually, I spilled a pitcher of iced tea, and I can't seem to find the paper towels.
If you weren't all the way over there, I'd smack you.
There's this guy on TV who's talking about carpet-cleaning aids. I should be paying more attention, but I need to figure out what all these buttons on the remote do.
This one seems to be the volume button, and here's the TV/VCR button, and...wait, what's this button do?
Come on, Tony. Let me hook you up with somebody. I know dozens of girls, maybe hundreds even. I'm sure I could find one who'd want to go out with a guy like you.
Thanks for that bit of insight, Josh. I told you, though, I'm not looking to go out with anybody right now.
I've heard that before.
I've said that before.
Look, why won't you let me get you a girl?
First, you answer this: would you let Howard Stern perform a routine angioplasty on you?
That must be an interesting culture shock for you, seeing as how you've always been more of a Dixie Chicks girl yourself.
Yeah. But I guess I never realized how these rap musicians pour their hearts and souls into their recording, telling of horrid times past, and hopes and dreams for the future.
I didn't know that there was even any meaning behind that type of thing. I thought it was all about chilling with homies in a drop top Benz.
Bernie would be the boozehound that you're always trying to fool. Frankly, people are starting to talk. They don't seem to like that you're playing mind games with him for no apparent reason.
Understandable. But I have my reasons.
Such as?
Well, for one thing, he's the only person in this town who's dumber than I am.
Listen, Bernie. I want to say that I'm sorry about the way I've been treating you. I've taunted you and made fun of you, and I had no right to do that.
That's okay.
No, seriously, I mean it. I took your presence in this town for granted. You're just as important to this community as anyone else I know.
I appreciate that.
I know it's not much for me to just be saying these things now, but if you'd like, I really want to become friends with you. And if not, I totally understand.
I don't understand what the big deal is with this whole TV thing. Everybody seems to watch it but me, and everybody expects me to care. But I don't care!
Is it really so wrong for me to not want my brain drained by this idiot box like everybody else? Am I not my own individual? Can't I be judged based on my other characteristics, not...not...and...
Pretty good. You know, it's not so bad hanging around with you.
Yeah, you're pretty okay, yourself. Although, I noticed that since you've shown up, I haven't seen much of my friend Tony.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Yeah. But it's the funniest thing. The other day, I could've sworn I heard his voice coming from my closet. It sounded like somebody tied him up and gagged him, then threw him in there.
That's pretty funny. But probably not worth checking out.
I was considering going to raid the refrigerator, but I'm having second thoughts. Why are you still up and around?
I was considering sneaking into your room and starting an impromptu pillow fight with you, causing it to go awry after faking an injury to my right fibula. Then I'd bribe you into buying me candy.
Wow.
I apologize in advance.
Does that mean you're still planning on doing it at some point?
Should I prepare a snack to work in conjunction with watching the show?
Should I read the newest issue of Spin Magazine whilst sprawled out on my bed?
Should I torment my sister, by swatting her with a pillow and pelting her with unpopped popcorn kernels?
Wait...what was I waiting for again? Oh right. I'm waiting for my sister to get home so we can eat unpopped popcorn kernels while I swat at her with the new issue of Spin Magazine.
Excuse me, sir. I don't get out much, and I was hoping you might be able to tell me what there is to do around here.
Well, I'm not much of a man about town either, but I highly recommend going up to random people and asking strange favors of them.
Wouldn't that be a little bit conspicuous for a first-timer like myself?
Absolutely not. This type of activity is not based on any credentials. Just give it a try.
Pardon me, miss. I was hoping you might pull on my ear and yell at me as if you were my mom, and...Ow! You pushed me into a dumpster! What the hell was that for?
Son, I've been thinking about the way I've been living, and frankly, I don't feel as if I've satisfyingly exercised my first amendment rights.
I didn't think you ever exercised in any sense of the word.
At any rate, I think it's about time I start saying whatever I want. I'm the oldest one in the house, and that should really come with liberties, shouldn't it?
My liberties usually include sleeping until noon and eating Cheetos for breakfast, so I don't think our notes are the best ones to compare.
You're a doodyhead, Josh.
If you're planning on exercising your freedom of speech, maybe you should take a little breather. That must have seriously worn you out.
Sure, but first, there's something really important that I have to tell you!
I think I'm developing feelings toward your friend, Tony.
Okay, so I was sitting in the bathroom, doing my own business, when out of nowhere, this huge bug comes flying in and lands on my arm! It was so disgusting!
Woah. I can see that my subject matter will most definitely have to give way to yours.
I'm telling you, sis, I wish I had a video camera!
Hey! How's my favorite dad doing on this fine evening?
Great! How's my favorite son doing?
Really well, thanks. Do you need any help with anything?
Nope! Everything's fine and dandy! Do you need me to assist you at all right now?
Nope. Everything's going just perfectly! Are you sure you don't need me to help you with anything? I'm really good at that sort of thing, you know. It's kind of my expertise.
Don't you think your life could be more productive if you didn't spend the majority of it in a haze or a drunken stupor caused by your tendency to nurse at forty ounce bottles of alcohol so often?
Josh, did anyone call for me while I was in the shower?
Just this one guy who was panting a lot. He must not own an air conditioner.
Oh, my God! I have a stalker! This is terrible!
Oh, come on. Most people would be happy to have their very own stalker. Just think about all the poor girls who don't have one. They should be so lucky.
So I'm guessing he didn' leave his name, then.
Actually, he said his name was Garrett. Hey, isn't that your boyfriend's name, too?