Jake:
[Jake drives up in his car]
Beep Beep. You going home?
[he lights a cigarette]
Kyle:
Dickhead friend ripped us off. Tell him to give us our booze back.
Jake:
Simon, give these children their alcoholic beverages back.
Simon:
Catch, boys.
[Simon throws the beer over the car, it hits the ground and shatters]
Jake:
I did my part. Listen, tell daddy I'm not gonna be home for dinner, because uh, he's on the rag. Okay?
Kyle:
Yeah, well, I'm not going home either.
Jake:
Whatever. That's a good idea.
[Jake puts his fist out for Kyle to fist-bump him, to which Kyle responds, Jake then gives Kyle a thumbs up and gun fire sign, blowing into his top finger as if it were smoke]
Jake:
Let's motor.
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