[birds squawking]
- Okay, kids, as you know,
our spelling bee team is heading on to regionals!
So let's bring them out to show our support.
First up is... Dakota.
And Nelson.
- Is Mr. B. okay? He seems very worked up.
- Give it up for Hector. And Suzie!
And our team captain...
Rahul! He ain't no tool!
- Rahul's in the house!
- This is for the spelling bee team?
- Biggest brain on the block,
pre-med out the womb. - Okay, Rahul.
Quiet down, I have something I wanna say.
Now, listen, as proud as I am of you guys,
this year we wanna just have a little bit more diversity
on the team. - You can't be serious.
The team couldn't be more diverse.
- Okay, that is true.
But I'm talking about intellectual diversity.
I just don't think events like these should be reserved
just wealthy and smart families.
- So you want dumb kids on the spelling bee team?
- No, not like, super dumb.
Just, like, you know, average dumb.
Like a little sprinkle of dumbness on a regular kid.
Like Tom dumb. - "Tom dumb"?
Oh no, leave me out of this. - Tom, Tom, the path
to all Ivy Leagues schools starts here.
- I can't imagine I'm gonna go to college.
- Your school needs you. They're chanting your name.
- Are they? No one's chanting at all.
- We want Tom. - Oh, don't chant, come on.
- We want Tom, we want Tom.
both: We want Tom. We want Tom.
- Yay!
- Literally the worst chant I've ever heard.
- ♪ Now as our poor young lungs deflate ♪
♪ I'll admit I've gotten older ♪
♪ Mellowed out, chatting up those I used to hate ♪
♪ ♪
♪ The feeling that we're lost will always fade ♪
♪ I present no explanation ♪
♪ Can't expect our tired patience ♪
♪ To satiate for long ♪
♪ Therein lies a truth we can sip when we want ♪
♪ Disciples of the flow, we can float anywhere ♪
[polite applause]
- Welcome to the New Jersey State Regional Spelling Bee.
- Spelling bee... time to spell.
There's a time to spell and there's a time
to--to get up there and spell things.
- Tom. - Hey, hey, Dakota.
- We got you a gift. - A gift?
- It's from the whole team. - That's incredible.
What is it, a weird little pin?
- It's got the image of a lion
ripping the heart out of a griffin.
And it says "Death before Dishonor:
I will die for my team" in Latin.
- That's a little intense, no?
- Relax, man, don't take it too literally.
- You want me to relax? - Yeah, we won't punch you
straight in the mouth if you spell
a word wrong or anything. - Punch me in the mouth?
Why are you even talking about stuff like that?
- No, if we lose because of you,
we're not gonna... murder you.
- Why'd you say it like that? - [laughs]
Of course, we're not gonna take Tom out back
and beat him with a rusty hoe.
[laughs] Where would we get a hoe?
- I mean who does that? Murder somebody
because they misspelled a word.
[starting bells ringing] - And they're off.
- Lou, look at you!
You are looking good today.
- Not as good as your mom
with her mouth wrapped around my hey.
- I told you last time I'm not crazy about those jokes,
but I'm doing good. Listen.
Give me $100 on the Knicks taking points.
And give me $250 on the Yanks just straight up.
- You got it. - Hey, I have...
Okay, is it between me and you?
- You want to join in with me and your mom?
- [laughs] All right, do you guys
do, like, grade school spelling bee bets
and shit like that? - Of course I do spelling bees.
I mean, those parents are maniacs.
We get tons of action on that stuff.
- Oh, I love it! Give me ten grand
on Shady Oaks Elementary to lose.
- Ten grand to lose? That's your school.
- I'm not proud of it, but there's a ton of duds
this year. Just big duds.
- Yeah, that's what your mom said--ooh!
- Does anyone love when you do that?
What's the best way I should react to that?
- All right!
Who's ready to see some little kids spell some shit?
Let's see some I before E except after C, that shit.
Let's go! - All right, Tom,
don't get nervous.
Don't urinate in your pants.
- Tom. - What's that?
Whose hand is that? - Look straight ahead.
Don't make eye contact. Don't turn around.
- Mr. B?
- I'm gonna discreetly stuff an envelope in your pocket.
I'm not saying it contains the answers,
but I'm not saying it doesn't.
- What's happening? I don't wanna cheat, Mr. B.
- Tom, you have a moral obligation to cheat.
These other kids have worked hard all year for this.
Rahul's family flew in from Chennai for this-
- Just for this? Are they doing
other things while they're here or is that the whole trip?
- I don't know, Tom, I didn't ask.
- It's just a long flight. - For God's sake, son!
This is the regionals. Nothing is more important.
These kids study until they vomit.
Now, get out there and make me proud.
- Do you think it's possible you take this
a little too seriously?
- Your first word is...aardvark.
- Aardvark. Easy.
A to the A to the R to the D to the V to the A
to the R to the K. Aardvark, bitches.
- Okay, that whole thing was very inappropriate.
- I agree, that was too much. What was that voice I did?
- Okay, our next competitor is Tom.
- All right, thanks for having me, everyone.
I'm ready to spell it up. Throw one at me.
- Tom, your first word is...armoire.
- Armoire? - Oh, come on,
not all kids have "armoires."
- Excuse me. - We have closets
like normal people. - Ma'am.
- Tom, just spell closet. - That is not the word.
- Mom, I've got this. - Yes,
Tom is one of our best spellers.
- What are you doing?
- Oh, sorry. - Is your eye okay?
- I was winking. I'm not a great winker.
- I think it is time for you to spell the word.
- Oh, God. - [groans]
- A-R-M-O-I-R-E. Armoire.
- That is correct! - Wait, how did he...
- As much as it pains me,
Shady Oaks will advance to the finals.
- All right, Tom! - Yes! That was fantastic!
- That's my baby son who knows how to spell armoire!
- There's my principal.
I did it, what a victory. What a...
- Tom, get in here. Close the door, please.
And shove a towel under the bottom--
really shove it in there good.
And cover your mouth--
- It's not exactly a high-five-
- Cover your mouth when you talk, please.
- What's going on. Are you okay?
- Tom, I know you cheated.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
You know, I just didn't want to let everyone down.
But hey, we won, right?
- No, Tom, that's the problem. I gamble on these games.
- Wait, you gamble, what? - Yes.
And I gambled that we'd lose.
That's why I placed you on the team.
- I'm not following. Why?
- Our school budget, it's a mess.
- Okay. - So I figured out
I'd add a deadbeat kid like you
to the team... - Deadbeat?
- And then I'd bet against us,
and then I would win-- - Okay.
- Listen, up. Then I would take the money
and funnel the winnings back into the budget.
- Is this the kind of stuff you do in here all day?
- Tom, I need you to throw the next match.
- Nah, I think, you know, that's where I draw the line.
That feels kind of sleazy.
- Tom, you're already cheating!
All I'm asking you to do is not cheat!
- Well, if you look at it that way, yeah.
- Yes, that's the way I want you to look at it.
- So it's either a scheme or a hoax, is the basic choice.
- Oh, my God, you could twist and turn
and make anything look wrong.
- This is exhausting. Talking to you,
it's always exhausting.
- I know, I'm literally exhausted.
I'm in a bad mood now.
[grill sizzling] - Oh, this is nice.
Wow, you didn't have to throw me a barbecue, Mom.
- I did have to throw you a barbecue,
because I'm so proud of you, Tom.
My boy is going to the state spelling bee.
- Glad you're proud, Ma, glad you're proud.
- What the...Uncle Bill! - [laughs]
- I cannot believe you drove down from Boston!
- I wouldn't miss this for the world, 'ey?
Yeah! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.
- Oh, okay. - Come here, hug your uncle,
you goofy, ugly sonofabitch. Come here!
- That's a bit much.
it's a bit much. - Why are you fighting?
- That's a bit--it's a bit mu-- - Listen, hey.
Do me a favor, Tommy. - All right.
- Spell hot dog.
- Uh-oh, tests!
Okay, okay, let's get into it.
- H-O-T-D-O-G.
- Kid's a friggin' genius. - There it is.
- Look at you with the big head, with the words.
All right, now spell bun.
- B-U-N-N. - Great, right.
- Yes. - Now spell eat, eat.
- E-A-T. These are pretty easy words,
Uncle Bill. - Listen, I gotta ask you--
what's the bathroom situation here?
I mean, do I go to the bathroom indoors
or is it anything goes?
- No, no, Uncle Bill, it is not an anything goes thing.
So we're gonna want you to go indoors.
- All right, you might wanna check your driveway.
Tommy, I'm so proud of you.
- Thank you.
- As the two biggest duds in this family,
we gotta stick together. You know what I'm saying?
- Well, I don't know if people lump us together like that.
- Oh, they do, no, they do. - Yeah, well.
- Listen-- [gulping]
if you ever need help, I'm here for you, okay?
- I've actually got a pretty big dilemma on my hands.
Can I share it with you?
- I don't know what dilemma means.
- I just got a problem.
This whole spelling thing is a lie.
My coach is making me cheat, but my principal
wants me to not cheat and throw the match.
- I'm not known for my advice...
- Okay. - But here it goes:
play by the rules.
If you're honest, you can hold your head up high
whether you win or you lose. - That's great advice,
but I'm not a good speller. I'm going to lose.
- I-I'll--I'll help, okay? We'll study all weekend.
I'm here, we'll study. We'll do flashcards,
we'll do spelling books... - Really?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
We'll learn Latin. - Learn Latin?
That's great! We should probably start,
like, right away, right? - Well, let's dive in tomorrow.
Right now I'm going to butt chug a beer.
- The word is psittaceous--
of or relating to parrots.
- Hey, judge, are you ready for Rahul to rock your world?
- I don't have any other choice but to say yes.
Please spell the word.
- Then peep game.
P-S-I-T-T-A-C-E-O-U-S.
Psittaceous. S-U-C-K-I-T.
- Excuse me? - J-U-D-G-E.
Suck it, judge. [mic thuds]
I am so sorry. I just get worked up.
I get worked up.
- P-H-A-L-A-E-A-E-N-O-S-I-
- Tom, you're almost up.
Have you reviewed your secret envelope?
- I don't need to cheat anymore.
I can win this fair and square.
- No, Tom, you can't. - I can.
- Your brain is like a small squirrel's or a ferret's.
- Listen, I've been practicing. I learned Latin.
- Tom--with whom? - Just Uncle Bill.
That's all you need to know.
- And what are your uncle's qualifications?
- I'm not saying he's an intelligent man, but--
- And what has Uncle Bill taught you, Tom?
- Listen, Mr. B, I'm sorry; you steered me wrong.
I'm gonna do this the honest way.
- Tom! Oh, my God.
- And when I get to the Ivy Leagues,
I'm gonna give you a call
from my dorm room at H-A-V-E-R-D.
- Would that be the university known as Harvard?
- Different one, diff--I was talking about a different one.
I spelled it right, trust me. - Okay, next up,
representing Shady Oaks Elementary, is Tom.
[polite applause]
- Tommy! Show 'em what you learned, baby!
- Come on, Tom! You can do it, baby, come on!
- Yeah, bend this judge over and show him who's boss!
I agree, that was too much.
There's a line and I crossed it.
- Welcome, Tom. I just want to say,
we took your mother's words to heart last time,
so we're now including simpler words that all kids would know,
regardless of income or social status.
So in the spirit of inclusion, let's begin.
Your word is... Tom.
- Tom? That's a crazy coincidence.
That's almost too easy, no? Tom like me?
- Tom as in "the male of a species,
colloquially used to describe turkeys or domestic cats."
- Wow, I think I've got it. T-O-
- Tom, shut up! - What--what's happening?
- It's a trick question, Tommy. - Trick? What?
- Reach down inside you and pull out your Latin.
- My Latin? My Latin...
- The derivative suffixes...
Carpe diem...Pro bono...In absentia...Spell bibliophile!
- Bibliophile, B-L-I-B-L-I-P-I-H-I-L.
- Spell heliotrope! - Heliotrope, H-E-L-I-O-P-R-N-.
- And Latin! - Latin, L-A-T-I-N.
- Again! - Again, A-G-A-I-N.
- You did it! You did it! That's great!
- I think I know how to spell! What's happening here?
The correct spelling of the turkey version of Tom
is...T...
O...
H-M. [buzzer blares]
- We were looking for T-O-M.
- Oh, man. - Oh, my God.
- Is someone challenging the spelling?
T-O-H-M. Latin base, Latin roots.
- Tom, your team is eliminated,
and you owe us $300 for the microphone.
Thank you, everyone, goodnight.
- Well, that was embarrassing. - That was bad.
- I'm so sorry, Priya Auntie.
- I can't believe we flew 20 hours for this.
- Hey, everybody, guess what?
I bought pizzas and enough for everybody to have their own.
- We lost, miserably. Why are we here?
- We got annihilated.
Look how disappointed my family is.
- Look, life's not always about winning.
And I know that sounds crazy, but sometimes losing,
it literally builds more character.
And I just, I want to thank you, Tom.
Thank you for showing these kids what it's like to lose,
and also what it's like to just be a loser.
- Okay. - To hold your head up high,
even though you know people call you
a loser behind your back. Even the adults.
- I don't know if they do that. - It's commendable.
You push forward with the stench of failure upon you,
and I just respect it.
- All right, you know what, let's wrap this up.
- Everybody, here's to Tom.
all: To Tom!
- And here's to losing. - Let's just do--just "to Tom."
all: To losing!
- Being a loser.
- Hey, what's the bathroom situation here?
- You're not literally peeing right now, are you?
- I thought it was okay.
[car door closes]
- Hey Tom. We all miss you in band.
- You miss me? - Yeah.
- That's literally the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
- That's the nicest? - It's top three.
- That's so sad--you know what? - Well...
- You should come to my birthday party this weekend.
- Great, yeah, count me in. Thank you for the invite.
- Technically, I'm not allowed to invite you,
but you should come. - What does that mean?
- 'Cause, you know, you're more of a secret friend.
- Whoa, that's confusing. - Secret friend? Why secret?
- My mom said I'm not allowed to interact with "your kind."
It's not a big deal.
- Sounds like a big deal. - Here's my solution.
Tell my mom that you're the caterer's son.
- Caterer's son? - Yeah.
- I'm confused. I am invited, or I'm not?
- No, you're definitely not invited, but I want you there.
- What's the dress code? Just casual?
- I'd say whatever you think a caterer's son would wear.
- All right, here goes nothing. Whoa, nice party.
- Wait, wait. - Woah, what's happening?
- Tom? Did we invite you?
- Oh, no, I'm not part of the party.
My dad is the caterer.
- Kevork is your father?
- Kevork is my primary father.
- I thought I heard a rumor
that your dad was in Myrtle Beach.
- He was. He's back.
And he started a Lebanese catering company.
- Are you all Lebanese? - We're not.
He just thought it was a fun theme, a fun motif.
Anyway, I'm gonna let myself in.
All right. Hey, what up, Dad?
- Oh, my God.
[kids cheering] - Wow.
I had no idea that this guy was so much fun!
- Yeah, his name's Tom.
We're in band together. We were, I mean.
- Hey, you guys wanna see a backflip?
- Yeah, Tom! Do it!
- You wanna see a backflip, Dakota?
- I mean, not as much as she does.
- Do it, do it right now. Do it.
- Do it, Tom! Show us a backflip!
- All right, here-- - Oh, my God.
- [groaning] What's happening?
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Who is this guy?
- What's up? - We have a problem, Tom.
- Problem? - Some jewelry
has gone missing, and your father
is the one who took it.
- My father? Kevork? - He stole.
And now we'd like you to confront him.
So we don't have to make a scene here.
- Oh, no, he doesn't like to be bothered in the kitchen.
- Thomas, when adults talk to you,
you need to be respectful. - Bradley, shut up.
We're gonna listen from the hall,
and if he gets defensive, we'll come in.
- Oh, no. - The safe word
is bouillabaisse. - Bouillabaisse?
How about something easier like cookie or ham?
- No, we spent a lot on this party, for Christ's sake.
I wanna have a very classy safe word.
Now, don't screw it up. - Oh.
- [muttering] - Okay, Pops, we need to talk.
- Who are you, and why are you calling me Pops?
- I'm the son. - Whose son?
- It's your son, Tom. - No, no, no, no.
I don't have Tom.
- That's no way to talk to your main boy.
- Main boy? I don't even know you.
- He won't even acknowledge him as his own son.
- It is not right.
- That's what I just said if you had been listening.
- Listen, if you stole something, just put it back.
- Wait, wait. You accusing me of stealing?
- Listen, as a family member, I'm trying to help.
- You know how you can help? You can go over there
to that corner over there and pull your little pants down
and smack your little tush with a spatula.
- [yelping] Bouillabaisse!
Ham! Bouillabaisse, ham!
- This job is beneath me! You kids are obnoxious.
You know, why don't you cook your own food, all right?
Your BLT or whatever you Americans do, your--
- Pops...
- Organic soybeans and oat milk.
- Dad, so you're not returning the watch?
- I have not taken a watch! - Wow.
This is not good at all.
- Thanks for nothing, folks. Keep your filthy money.
- Tom, aren't you leaving with your father?
- Oh that's right. Oh, wait, wait up, Pops!
- Suck a donkey's ding dong, kid.
- Donkey's ding dong what?
- What a monster!
- All right, I'll see you at home.
- Did your father just leave without you?
- I think he did. That's upsetting.
- Tom, come here. I just feel terrible
for misjudging you all of these years.
- Thank you.
- I thought you were a little strange,
but it's not your fault at all. Because you know what?
You have an abusive situation at your home.
- It explains a lot.
- You just need a male role model in your life
because you don't really have one.
- No one supports me. I'm a good guy.
- Oh! Tom should go on Dad's fishing trip with him!
- Oh, no, no, no, no.
- Oh, my God, that's a great idea, Brad.
- No, it's a terrible idea. - It's a great idea.
- He wouldn't even like that. What kids like fishing?
- Honestly, it sounds like the trip of a lifetime.
- You need to bring him along.
- If he gets hurt, then we're liable.
If--if he kills someone, we're liable--
- Great, it's decided.
I'm gonna clear it with Tom's mom.
Plus, Brad, your friends all teach at his school.
- Can I just say one thing? - No.
- One thing, I just want to-- - Brad,
I don't wanna hear it. - [grumbles]
- Hey, Tom. Tom's mom.
- Hi, Dakota's dad.
Thanks so much for including Tom!
He's excited. - It was my wife's idea.
You know, he doesn't have to go even.
- Oh no, I'm looking forward to it.
Can't wait. - Do you have
any questions or concerns? I mean, there's gonna be
a lot of drinking-- hard alcohol and whatnot.
- No. - He'll be exposed to
rough language and open sewage and...
- Zero--is there a number I can reach you at?
- Ooh, unfortunately, there's no cell service up there.
We'll be completely off the grid.
- Mm, well...
sometimes you gotta let your kid
off the grid, right, Tom?
- What? - I don't get the house
to myself a ton, so I'm excited.
- All right, it's your child's funeral.
Tom, just get in the car, then,
if you're so hellbent on going.
We're running late, so...
- ♪ Give yourself another chance, my darling ♪
♪ Don't be satisfied with second best ♪
- Tom's in the house. - Ah, what the shit.
- Sorry, guys, Tom's joining us this year.
- Doesn't this ruin the whole trip?
- Not the warmest welcome. - It sucks.
I tried to stop it.
- Anyway, let's get started here.
I need to just borrow some fishing equipment,
and boots, and a hat, and a pole.
- Tom, no one's doing any fishing.
I mean, this is mostly about booze and grab-ass.
- Brad, please!
- Your wife didn't mention any of that.
- Yeah, well, she's on a need-to-know basis.
And Tom, on this trip you can call me "Double D."
- Oh, for "Dakota's Dad"? - Sure.
It's not because I like big boobs.
- Big boobs, what does that have to do with Double D?
- Tom, what you are about to witness this weekend
stays in the group, never to be discussed
outside of this inner sanctum of masculinity.
- I feel like the trip's taking a weird turn.
- It's called Bro Code, because guys don't rat on guys.
Now let's make a pact by urinating in a circle.
- What? - Oh, no.
- Come on, man. - No.
- Whip 'em out, guys.
Who's in the mood for some tunes?
- Yeah, I guess. - I guess so.
- This is a little song I wrote
called "My Wife Just Doesn't Get It."
- Here we go. - ♪ My wife ♪
♪ Just doesn't get it ♪
♪ A pain inside my butt, yeah ♪
♪ Her mouth will never shut, no, no ♪
- Weird subject matter, but--
- He's got nine other songs about his wife; it's crazy.
- Hey, Tom, I don't want you to let how you see me here
affect the way you view me as a principal.
- Oh, no, it's Bro Code. This all stays here.
- And, look, he's the one doing all the nasty stuff.
We just come here to relax and have a few beers.
- Yeah, he seems like he's working through some issues.
- Come on, T, sing along! - All right, Brad, please stop.
You're giving me a headache.
- Oh, whatever. Eff this thing.
No one appreciates my music anyway.
[grunts] - Wow.
- All right, come on, calm down, it's not the--
- We need to take this party up a notch, huh?
I refuse to let a certain someone ruin my big weekend.
- He's talking about me or his wife?
- Tom, do me a favor, bro.
I need your little feet to run up there.
Grab me some booze,
Cool Ranch Doritos, and a couple rubbers.
- Brad, come on. - He's a big kid.
He knows what's what, right, T?-
- What are they? What am I looking for?
- They're like, um, they're like sweaters for your penis.
It does--it really does get chilly up here.
- All right, let me go grab 'em.
- Hey, while we wait, can one of you idiots
jump in the lake and get my guitar?
I need to go drop a deuce.
- Why are we still friends with him?
- I don't--you know what, I think that all the time.
I don't know why.
- Booze, Doritos, penis sweaters.
All right, good to go.
- Um, hello? Am I in the right place?
I'm looking for DD. - Oh!
Oh, Dakota's Dad. He's down by the lake
singing a song about his wife.
- Ugh, figures.
- What are you doing? Can you stand?
- You're adorable.
- I gotta get back with the booze, but--oh, no--
Oh, no, don't lay down. What are you doing?
- I'm just exhausted. It's just a factory.
It's always, Rhonda, blow this, Rhonda, yank that.
- Okay, off the couch. I have to go; I'm busy.
- Twelve dongs a day, that's too many dongs!
- It sounds like a very rough job,
but I don't have time to chat.
- Should be three dongs a day. - Please stop saying dong.
This trip is much filthier than I was expecting.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, look at me.
- Yeah? - Let's do something wholesome.
- Sounds weird, but what do you want to do?
- Let's make s'mores.
- That's the first good idea I've heard.
That sounds great.
- I know! Let's divvy up the work.
You make the s'mores and get the fire going.
I'm just gonna crash on the couch.
- That's divvying up, or that's me doing it all?
- [snoring]
- This one is called
"Why Does My Wife Insist on Belittling Me in Public?"
- You need to work on a couple of these song titles.
- ♪ Why ♪
♪ Does my wife ♪
♪ Insist on belittling me ♪
♪ In front of our friends ♪
- How many times are you gonna say "wife" in a song?
- She's not singing songs about him, I guarantee it.
- ♪ In a public place, I'm a big disgrace ♪
[indistinct chatter on television]
- Rhonda, the fire's not starting.
Rhonda, can you wake up?
The lighter fluid says keep away from children.
Can you just give it a quick squirt?
- [snoring]
- I have to do everything on this trip.
Oh, no! Oh, no.
Rhonda, please. Flames.
Come on, for God's sake. How tired can you possibly be?
Don't panic, Tom. How do you work this thing?
[line trilling]
- Brad? - Oh, 911?
- I thought cell phones didn't work up there.
- Dakota's mom? - Tom?
- The cabin's kind of on fire.
- Thomas, what are you talking about?
- The lady friend's purse is on fire.
- Oh, my God, Thomas, slow down.
Where are you? - I can't tell you where I am.
- Where's my husband?
- Unfortunately, I can't divulge that.
- What does that even mean? - It's a code.
We pissed in a circle. - What?
- Oh, my God, we're going to burn down.
I've already said too much.
- I'm getting in the car. I'll be there in 40 minutes.
- Don't come. - Oh, my God,
I can't find my car keys. - Goodbye.
Rhonda, no job is that exhausting.
[siren whoops] - Okay, folks, fire's out.
Looks like it started in the fireplace,
then some pervert for some reason had a shitload
of rubbers in the pantry. Those lit up like tinder.
You know, those are good for fucking, bad for fires.
Just a little fire tip there for you.
Okay, you folks be safe now.
- All right, I want the truth.
What exactly happened here?
- You know, just hanging out. Fishing.
- Yeah, I caught a bass.
- Oh, my God, you guys are useless.
Tom. - Me?
- I need to know what exactly happened.
- Uh, well, from what I know...
the guys were fishing and singing some fun songs.
- Yeah? - And Rhonda took a nap--
- Who the hell is Rhonda?
- She's with my dad's catering company.
- What's up? - She's in charge of the meat.
Is that a job at a catering company?
- You know what? I'm tired of this.
Tom, you're back on my list.
- Back on the list? No.
- And, Bradley, you're driving yourself home.
[pop music on radio]
- Hey, I'm proud of you, Tom. - Thank you, Double D.
- Being a man isn't about fishing or camaraderie.
It's about lying. And you seem like a natural.
- Thank you, Double D. - When you're old enough,
you should join us on the trip.
- I think I got my fill. - I'm with Tom.
I'll just go ahead and pass too.
You can count me out. - Yeah, we've been meaning
to say something for, like, ten years now.
We--we really don't like you, Brad.
- Wow. That's a lot to take in.
Reminds me of a song I've been working on actually.
- Oh, sh-- - [groans]
- ♪ My friends, they all are pussies ♪
♪ And they don't know how to party ♪
♪ Yeah, they don't know ♪ - This is the worst one yet.
I don't want to be in one of his songs.
- At least his wife ain't in it.
- ♪ My friends, they all are pussies ♪
♪ No, they can't keep up with me ♪
♪ Such a damn tragedy ♪
- I should really go home or check-in or something.
This is really pushing the limits.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Remember there's more road ♪
♪ And places to go ♪
♪ Patterns to contemplate ♪
♪ More people to fornicate ♪
♪ And remember there's a lot of good omens ♪
♪ Supplying the proof ♪
♪ That our life is the best joke ever told ♪
♪ Remember it's a joke and leave it alone ♪
♪ Let go and try to be always abiding ♪
♪ Remember if there's one good reason for dying ♪
♪ The sweet silver lining ♪
♪ Through you she lives on ♪
♪ And therein lies a truth we can sip when we want ♪
♪ Disciples of the flow, we can float anywhere ♪