:09:03
Cover your mouth.
You're shooting phlegm all over my ass.
:09:06
Say ''gesundheit''. l say it for you, man.
:09:11
Honey, l'm home.
:09:16
- Hey, Pip, check this out.
- Oh! Oh!
:09:19
The lncredible Crash Dummies. Whoo!
:09:22
You must have five-fingered
most of the store by now.
:09:25
Oh, man. Most of these guns
are discontinued anyway.
:09:29
Like this Uzi water pistol.
They got rid of it cos it looked too real.
:09:33
- Yo!
- Mama.
:09:38
Wow. Now you got yourself
a whole arsenal here.
:09:48
What are you doing?
:09:50
Pepper sauce. Active ingredient: capsicum.
:09:53
You blast this in somebody's face
and they're all like ''Oh! Oh!''
:09:57
Some Hollywood Boulevard trash
comes shimmying up the rain pipe...
:10:01
- Hey!
- Whoa!
:10:08
Listen up, you lowlifes, what the hell
are we doin' here on a Thursday night?
:10:12
That's right.
:10:14
Rock'n'roll!
:10:17
OK, we're here to party tonight
:10:21
with our little buddies,
:10:23
the Sons of Thunder.
:10:27
Sons of Thunder? Didn't we blow them off
the stage at Chez Bang six months ago?
:10:32
So why don't all you little idiots
press your faces up against the speakers
:10:38
and blow your brains out!
:10:44
Look at this crap. What do we
give away first, hats or hair-care products?
:10:48
Girls, you wanna get us
a couple of drinks, please?
:10:54
Ooh, serious bumper.
:10:56
You wanna punch it up, lan?
You're as spunky as a corpse.
:10:59
The Sons of Thunder,
for Christ's sake? Pablum.