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(annoyed) I've been trying to reach
out to you all day.
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Are we on for tonight?
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(sends text)
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(sighing) Geeze.
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What? You can't catch me.
You can't catch me.
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I'm Lance Moore.
Touchdown, bitch.
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What? Pause.
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(text message alert)
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Awww, shoot.
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Keegan's been texting me.
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Sorry, dude.
Missed your texts.
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I assumed we'd meet at the bar.
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Whatever. I don't care.
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(sends text message)
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(text message alert)
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(rudely) "Sorry, dude.
Missed your text.
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I assumed we'd meet at the bar.
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Whatever. I don't care."
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Whatever, I don't care?!
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What the fuck is his problem?
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(testily) Do you even want to hang out?!
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(calmly) Do you even wanna hang out?
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Oooh. That's considerate.
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Like I said, whatever.
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(angrily) Like I said, whatever?!
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Fuck this guy!
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Jesus, you...
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(calmly) ..are fucking priceless.
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Awwwww! You're the...
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(angrily) ..one who's fucking priceless?!
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This...
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This mother fucker right here.
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Oh, he wants to--
Okay, mmm-hmm.
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(inhales sharply) Mmm-hmm.
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(through teeth) Okay.
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You wanna go?!
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Right now? Huh.
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Guess I could do that.
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(clears throat) Okay!
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OK, LET'S GO?!
He said, "O--"
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OKAY, LET'S GO?!
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ALRIGHT, YOU KNOW WHAT?!
YOU KNOW WHAT?
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YOU WANNA REALLY...
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(calmly)..do this now?
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Keegan, you nut.
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You're not putting me out.
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FUCK YEAH, LET'S DO IT?!
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Oh, you fucking asshole!
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(calmly) First round's mine.
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OH NO!
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There ain't gonna be no rounds, asshole!
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It's gonna be a fucking streetfight!
(muttering) This son of a--
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YOU!
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Buddy! Like I said, first round's mine.
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A beer and a gimlet for my partner right...
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What's that?
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Uh, I-I-I got you
a baseball bat with nails in it.
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For my post-apocalyptic
Jackie Robinson costume.
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How did you know?
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