:36:00
Hey, butterball, l think you're exceeding
the maximum weight limit for that belt.
:36:12
Wilson, get over here!
:36:17
l'm sending out a sweep of Sunset Strip for
the girlfriend. l want you there to supervise.
:36:23
Whoa.
:36:25
Oh, God. Oh, God.
:36:27
Oh, God. Oh, God.
:36:45
- Whoa, look, we got fans.
- l didn't know that many people knew us.
:36:50
Hey, hold this. Thanks.
:36:52
Hey!
:37:06
- l'm gonna miss Yvonne.
- Let me tell you something.
:37:10
Don't chitchat with them.
They're not buddies. They're hostages.
:37:13
l was trying to be nice.
:37:15
l know, but then every time you tell
somebody to get on the floor
:37:19
they're gonna be like ''Even me, Pip?
l thought we had something going.''
:37:22
You gotta scare these people.
Practise. Just try it.
:37:25
l just feel a little goofy trying
to be a badass with a water pistol.
:37:29
They don't know that. They think it's real.
Now show me what you got. Come on.
:37:35
OK. Get over there, please. Thank you.
:37:38
What are you, a crack baby?
Give me that. l'll show you.
:37:41
All right.
:37:44
Hey, you! You shut your mouth,
you bastard,
:37:47
or l'll stab your eyeballs out
and piss all over your brain!
:37:50
lt's gonna be a slaughterhouse, with bodies
flying through the air like dolls on fire!
:37:56
Oh, my God.
:37:58
- OK?
- OK, all right. Thank you.