Excuse me, sir.
-What? -We're hungry.
I could eat.
Surf Shop, Surfer Boy Pizza. This is Argyle speaking.
We make everything fresh here at Surfer Boy,
except for our pineapple, which comes from a can.
There's a 4 p.m. showing of Police Academy 3.
Could be fun.
Maybe we just stay home today.
What is this?
What, you guys just gonna mope around all break?
No one's moping.
It's just the movie's supposed to suck.
-I was with my band. -Corroded Coffin!
-Corroded… -Oh, my God. Yes.
-You do remember. -Of course.
With a name like that, how could I forget?
I don't know. You're a freak.
Parties,
or a game where you toss balls
into laundry baskets!
-Loser! -You want something, freak?
It's not exactly the Ritz, is it?
Right, Doctor Zhivago. It's a double VHS.
It's long,
but that's because it's filled with action
and romance and a little bit of suspense.
Ozzy Osborne?
Black Sabbath?
He… He bit a bats head off.
-I don't-- -No? Doesn't matter.
Very metal, what you did. That's all I'm saying.
Did you know, peanut butter is banned in motherland?
I buy for dollar-thirty here,
sell for $20 there.
Your mother must be very proud.
Someone has been in my peanut butter.
Very popular, as I said.
-Michael Myers. -Oh, yeah.
Michael Myers.
If you ask me, Victor's like that.
There's a real bogeyman.
Is that what you call this?
Did I survive?
No, I assure you,
I am still very much in hell.
-Hey, Steve… -Did you guys see this?
-How many phones you have? -Someone was murdered.
How many phones do you have?
We've got two. Why?
Technically three, if you count Keith's in the back.
Yeah, three works.
Okay, so I asked for vomit green
and I got vomit green.
Isn't that awesome?
I said, turn it off.
If you say so.
Wipeout!
My name is Lady Applejack,
and I'm a chaotic good, half-elf rogue, Level 14.
And I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way
and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri.
And I'll smile as I watch them die
a slow, agonising death.
So, we gonna do this,
or we gonna keep chitchatting
like this is your mummy's book club?
You open for something a little more challenging?
-C? -G?
-G, yeah. U… -U…
-A… R… -A… R…
"Guar"?
"Guar…"
-"Guard." -"Guard."
-Guarded. -Guarded.
Guarded, okay. Watergate's guarded.
Perfect, yes. Yes. Yes!
Twelve Ricks already have accounts here.
-That's a lotta Ricks. -Bingo.
-Lipton? -Spelled like the tea.
2121 Holland Road.
That's out by Lovers Lake.
Middle of nowhere.
It's a perfect place to hide.
Truly wonderful. What an inspiring story.
We are all time-travellers if you think about it.
For example, this week is going very fast,
I think because I am so busy.
I have to make something called a "visual aid".
I hope Mrs. Gracie will give me an A.
I'm running out of time here.
Just hold your horsies, Dusty-bun.
-Do you see it? -Yeah, I see it.
-Yikes, Dusty. -Yeah.