(serine music)
- You seem unusually tense, Trey.
- Sorry, Sparrows, it's...
My hillbilly cousins are coming to visit tomorrow
and I just know they're going to be nonstop talking shit
about how I've "gone California",
which is completely ridiculous.
- Here, drink some more of root juice.
- Oh, thank you.
Wait, no, no.
This is exactly the type of thing
they'll make fun of me for.
That's what I'm saying,
I gotta sweep this whole place
and get rid of all this coastal crunchy shit
before they get here.
(phone dinging)
Holy shit, they're here.
You gotta go.
- What, why?
- I already told you,
I gotta get all the California shit outta here.
You got a hippy job and a bird name, you gotta go.
Out the back.
(intense upbeat music)
Ah!
Sorry, Earth, can't recycle right now.
(doorbell ringing)
Oh, no.
Uh.
What do ya say, boys!
- There he is!
- Come here, bud!
Good to see ya, good to see ya!
Ooh, yeah, good call.
- Man, it is nicer than a women's prison in here.
- Looks like where they killed Sharon Tate.
- I would take mine off,
but I quit wearing drawers a month ago, so.
Where's Katie at?
- Katie, oh, she...
she just, she went to the grocery store.
- Look here, picture of Katie and Trey caring bout stuff!
- Classic Trey!
- No, yeah, I just went there to protest the protest,
that's what I was doing, you know, I was down there,
"Get a job, get a job!"
Yeah, exactly, you know,
whooped a baristas ass, it was a good time.
- Oh, speaking of whooping asses,
I got arrested for whopping a truck's ass again.
I gotta take a shit!
- Hell yeah, just right through there.
So, you've been whooping any asses lately or...
- You know how my sister still can't find her leg.
- What the fuck?
I caught this hippy breaking in your bathroom,
looking for candles I bet.
- Please don't Deliverance me.
- No, no, let him go dude, it's fine.
It's fine, that's,
that's my weed guy.
- Oh, shit son, I thought you's a criminal!
I didn't know you was a drug dealer, my bad.
- I'm not his dealer, I'm his yogi.
- Yogi?
You mean like them California bears, like,
he's too skinny to be a bear.
If anything, you'd be the bear.
- I'm his yoga teacher.
- All right, well, so...
remember how I told you I whooped that baristas ass?
Right, well, judge said because of that,
I had to do a bunch of court ordered stretches,
some California shit, you know, you know what I mean.
- All right cous, that's enough, just admit it.
- What, admit what?
- Why you trying to act like you ain't gone Hollywood
when you've clearly gone Hollywood.
- Come on, y'all know me, come on.
- [Automated Voice] This is your reminder,
hide all the crystals
and shit so the boys don't call me a pussy.
- Ah, you're empowerment crystals?
Trey.
(piano music)
- Okay, fine.
You know what?
You caught me.
I'm a coastal elite now, all right?
I love California, all of it:
yoga, art, scooters, free trade, coffee shops,
vegan burritos, delusional idiots,
I love all of it.
You happy now?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, over the moon happy.
- We're very happy.
- Yes.
- Wait, what?
- I think it's great
that you're finally gonna except yourself.
- Yeah, you was always the artsy-fartsy type in high school
and we're just glad you're finally embracing it.
- Wait, wait, are y'all for real?
- Hell yeah, son!
Like what you like, (beep) everybody else!
- Matter fact,
I'm trying to get me some of that California shit.
You know what I'm saying?
- Yeah, let's lean all the way in.
Like, what is the most Hollywood thing, you can think of,
for the three of us to do together?
- You really think the internet's gonna like my butt?
- Long as they can't smell it.
(farting noise)
(everyone laughing)