01-26-2007, 12:33 AM
Lloyd: The first time I set eyes on Mary Swanson, I just got that old fashioned romantic feeling where I'd do anything to bone her.
Harry: That's a special feeling, Lloyd.
[after Lloyd trades the van in for a moped]
Harry: Just when I thought you couldn't get any dumber, you go and do something like this... and totally redeem yourself!
Harry: So you got fired again, eh?
Lloyd: Oh yeah. They always freak out when you leave the scene of an accident, ya' know?
Harry: Yeah, well, I lost my job too.
Lloyd: Man, you are one pathetic loser. No offense.
Harry: No, none taken. You know what really chaps my *** though? I spent my life savings turning my van into a dog. The alarm alone cost me two hundred.
Lloyd: Hey, chicks love it. Its the shaggin' wagon.
[to the dogs in his van]
Harry: OK gang, you know the rules, no humping, no licking, no sniffing hineys.
Harry: Check out the funbags on that hosehound.
Lloyd: I'd like to eat her liver with some fava beans and a bottle of Chianti.
Harry: I expected the Rocky Mountains to be a little rockier than this.
Lloyd: I was thinking the same thing. That John Denver's full of ****, man.
Lloyd: If I know Mary as well as I think I do, she'll invite us right in for tea and strumpets.
Harry: Hi Lloyd!
Lloyd: Hi Harry!
Harry: How was your day?
Lloyd: Not bad. Fell off a jet way again.
Harry: I can't believe we drove around all day, and there's not a single job in this town. There is nothing, nada, zip!
Lloyd: Yeah! Unless you wanna work forty hours a week.
Harry: Skis, huh?
Beth: That's right!
Harry: Great! They yours?
Beth: Uh-huh.
Harry: Both of 'em?
Beth: Yes.
Harry: Ah... cool!
Harry: That's a special feeling, Lloyd.
[after Lloyd trades the van in for a moped]
Harry: Just when I thought you couldn't get any dumber, you go and do something like this... and totally redeem yourself!
Harry: So you got fired again, eh?
Lloyd: Oh yeah. They always freak out when you leave the scene of an accident, ya' know?
Harry: Yeah, well, I lost my job too.
Lloyd: Man, you are one pathetic loser. No offense.
Harry: No, none taken. You know what really chaps my *** though? I spent my life savings turning my van into a dog. The alarm alone cost me two hundred.
Lloyd: Hey, chicks love it. Its the shaggin' wagon.
[to the dogs in his van]
Harry: OK gang, you know the rules, no humping, no licking, no sniffing hineys.
Harry: Check out the funbags on that hosehound.
Lloyd: I'd like to eat her liver with some fava beans and a bottle of Chianti.
Harry: I expected the Rocky Mountains to be a little rockier than this.
Lloyd: I was thinking the same thing. That John Denver's full of ****, man.
Lloyd: If I know Mary as well as I think I do, she'll invite us right in for tea and strumpets.
Harry: Hi Lloyd!
Lloyd: Hi Harry!
Harry: How was your day?
Lloyd: Not bad. Fell off a jet way again.
Harry: I can't believe we drove around all day, and there's not a single job in this town. There is nothing, nada, zip!
Lloyd: Yeah! Unless you wanna work forty hours a week.
Harry: Skis, huh?
Beth: That's right!
Harry: Great! They yours?
Beth: Uh-huh.
Harry: Both of 'em?
Beth: Yes.
Harry: Ah... cool!