Put the gun down! Put down the goddamned gun! Mmmm Mmmmm MMMM! Phil. I'm not going to let...

Phil Berquist: [Phil grabs the gun out of the dirt and holds it to Jeff's head at the same time holding a handful of Jeff's hair forcibly, looking to T.R] Put the gun down! Put down the goddamned gun! Jeff: Mmmm Mmmmm MMMM! [Jeff looks over to T.R., nervously agreeing with Phil's order] Mitch Robbins: Phil. Phil Berquist: I'm not going to let them bully us anymore! Mitch Robbins: Phil. Phil Berquist: My father-in-law was a bully! Mitch Robbins: Phil! Phil Berquist: I hate bullys! Because bullys don't just bully you, [Phil gets on his haunches, the gun still pressed to Jeff's forehead] Phil Berquist: they take away your diginity! Mitch Robbins: Phil, come on! Phil Berquist: I hate that! I really, HATE that! [Phil cocks the gun, and we see a bullet rotating into the chamber] Jeff: Ahhhhh! [Jeff squeezes his eyes shut, awaiting the shot] Jeff: . Sorry! Phil Berquist: BANG! [Jeff's head tenses, expecting to be shot, then looks up at Phil in surprise and confusion] Phil Berquist: All right, you assholes go and sleep it off! [Phil makes a motion with the gun in hand toward the tent directing Jeff and T.R. to head that way]