Oh!

Oh, Oh, my God!

Fuck on that, Richie!

Rich Bob!

Bob!

Bob, Quick!

It's got real work and mhm.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Okay, Shelly sucking wind right now.

He's not going to shoot for shit.

It's now or never.

Let's go bigger.

We already know how this island bender, I own you.

I always have.

You always said those next year, Shelly.

Well, guess what it is next year.

I guess the boils down to who's got the bigger balls.

Yeah, well, that would definitely be you, pal.

No, no, no.

Latest.

First fucking let me look at that fat back.

Here we go, baby.

Hello, Crab.

Yeah, that's dance, baby.

Mr.

It's over.

It's over.

Fuck You better fuck you.

Uh huh.

Sorry about all that stuff I said about you earlier, buddy.

No, you're not Sheldon.

Yeah.

Mhm.

Just end it.

Don't shoot me in the balls either.

They'll be super predictable and lame.

Always the bridesmaid.

Never the bride.

Uh huh.

Oh, you fucking got that.

You were going to shoot me in the face.

Mhm.

Oh!

Oh, no, No.

Uh huh, huh?

Never fuck with a man's minivan.

Oh, yeah.

Mhm.

Okay, I got it.

I got it.

Sure does.