TRAILER PARK BOYS!!!!!
Julian: So...I just came to say...I picked Lucy. Errr, sorry I had to say it so fucking bluntly.
Ricky: So...no hard feelings right, Sarah?
Sarah: None whatsoever.
Julian: Great, so we're still doin' good. Because I need to celebrate with a Molson.
(Ricky and Julian leave, Sarah begins crying)
(Open in a local bar)
Bob: Ricky...Julian...you guys can get off your fat asses for one second, right.
Ricky: Sheesh Luis, Bob, what are you thinkin'. You don't own me or anythin'.
Bob: Yes, but Bill does!
(Enter Shitty Bill)
Ricky: This is where I, um, left.
Bill: Mr. Guiterrez, you are free to go. As for you Julian, I think we need a little bit of time to...
...Julian? Where'd he go?
Jim: Dammit, he got away again.
Ricky: Sheesh Luis!
Jim: What are you still doing here?
(In the back room of the bar)
Julian: Bubbles, what the hell? You were supposed to smuggle me the beer. I thought you were my more trustworthy friend.
Bubbles: Dammit, man! What am I supposed to do? You know I have a weakness for Molson.
Julian: Yeah, but, now, how am I going to run from Bill?
Bubbles: What's wrong with Bill?
Julian: He's PEER COUNSELING me!!
Bubbles: Good Lord! How are you gonna get rid of him.
Julian: I figure Ricky could distract him long enough.
(Meanwhile, at the bar)
Ricky: 547 bottles of Molson Extra Ice on the wall, 547 bottles of Molson Extra Ice...
Jim: OK, I got sick of this at the 691st bottle!
Bill: I don't think there even is such a thing as Molson "Extra Ice"!
Bob: Hey, wait a minute, do you think this idiot is trying to distract us while Julian goes out and commits ridiculous crimes?
Stop him NOW!
Ricky: Wait, guys, I haven't even gotten down to the 500th bottle yet!
(A lot of running and screaming follows)
Marzipan: Hi, I'm Marzi. (She smashes a guitar)
The orange morange pecks everyone upside their head. Fhqwhgads comes in.