♪ (Dramatic music) ♪ (Brod): Oh!
One dollar!
Oh!
Shoots!
(gentle whoosh)
(Jason Momoa): Why not
give him a million dollars?
Um... (dramatic water splash and sloshing)
(Brod): How you guys doing?
(Woman in kiosk): He one sweet man.
(Man thudding, hen clucking), (Woman
in kiosk): But he a dumb sometimes.
(Man in hardhat): We give him (foreign)
the cans and the bottles (foreign).
(Teacher): I was his teacher
and he was a good student.
[sharp THWACK of axe splittingwood]
(Man): grunts with effort
(Man in green shirt): He
has a... a unique hair style.
(Woman in gold jacket):
He had great energy, but...
(Man 1): He used to let
me copy off his homework.
(Man 2): We have some reservations about
putting this person at the center
(water splashing) of our story.
[pig snuffling in soil] (Man in surf shop):
He always said he was surfing. Well, brother
never had a board.
(Man 2): Quite honestly, he
seems to be a bit of an idiot.
[plastic bottles crinkling]
(Man): Brod knows dolphins.
(Woman): I see him out there every day.
(Brod): I just don't want the other
beaches to look like this beach.
(Man in green vest): We're homeless here.
It's homeless in our own
home, man. It's messed up.
(Brod): We all know your real name's Joe.
(Joe): I'm from Hawaii, bro.
read it and weep bruh
Wait, wait... (Coconut impact
on Joe, Joe grunts in pain)
(Brod): And there is...
(Friend): All right
Brod, here we go buddy.
These chicks do love
them bad boys, so be mean.
(Lady 1): Do you care
about helping the homeless?
(Lady 2): I care about
helping to get rid of them.
(Friend): Just go over
there, tell her something
smooth, like, sup, girl, like to party.
(Brod): I forgot to check the mail.
It's to me.
(Brod chuckles)
I wanted to let you know I got some mail.
I'm pretty sure it's a million dollars,
so that's good.
♪ Laid-back ukulele melody with
Hawaiian slack-key guitar ♪
[inaudible]