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Dante Hicks:
I need two Egg-A-Moofins and we're almost out of hash browns. Randal Graves:
[On the computer]
Hold on. Dante Hicks:
[Through the P.A. microphone]
Now, Randal! [Randal finishes typing something and hops back over the counter into the kitchen] Dante Hicks:
What were you writing over there anyway, your memoirs? Randal Graves:
I'm battling this jackass on his blog's message board. Dante Hicks:
About what? Randal Graves:
About how he's got too much free time and no life. Dante Hicks:
So does the guy who's flaming him on his website Randal Graves:
I can't help it, the guy pisses me off. It's this fuck in a wheelchair that's always preying on everyone's sympathies, writing these long diatribes about how he'll never walk again, and how walkers should appreciate the blessings of their functioning legs. Dante Hicks:
That 'diatribes' you call it sounds like some poor, crippled guy pouring out his heart and feelings! Randal Graves:
Oh, fuck him, man! Trying to guilt me into walking around more because *he's* all gimped out? Kind of mindfuck is that shit? So I've been getting into it with him, throwing it right back in his stupid crippie-boy face about how I love to just sit around, and how I'd rather drive to the end of the block than walk! Dante Hicks:
The guy's in a wheelchair. Randal Graves:
Yeah. That's why I called him "crippie-boy."
I need two Egg-A-Moofins and we're almost out of hash browns. Randal Graves:
[On the computer]
Hold on. Dante Hicks:
[Through the P.A. microphone]
Now, Randal! [Randal finishes typing something and hops back over the counter into the kitchen] Dante Hicks:
What were you writing over there anyway, your memoirs? Randal Graves:
I'm battling this jackass on his blog's message board. Dante Hicks:
About what? Randal Graves:
About how he's got too much free time and no life. Dante Hicks:
So does the guy who's flaming him on his website Randal Graves:
I can't help it, the guy pisses me off. It's this fuck in a wheelchair that's always preying on everyone's sympathies, writing these long diatribes about how he'll never walk again, and how walkers should appreciate the blessings of their functioning legs. Dante Hicks:
That 'diatribes' you call it sounds like some poor, crippled guy pouring out his heart and feelings! Randal Graves:
Oh, fuck him, man! Trying to guilt me into walking around more because *he's* all gimped out? Kind of mindfuck is that shit? So I've been getting into it with him, throwing it right back in his stupid crippie-boy face about how I love to just sit around, and how I'd rather drive to the end of the block than walk! Dante Hicks:
The guy's in a wheelchair. Randal Graves:
Yeah. That's why I called him "crippie-boy."
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I need two Egga Mooby Muffins
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and we're almost out of hash browns
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Hold on
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Now Randal
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chuckling
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What are you writing over there anyway
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your memoirs
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I'm battling
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this jackass on his blog's message board
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About what
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On how he's got too much free time and no life
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So does the guy who's flaming him on his Web site
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I can't help it The guy pisses me off
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It's this fuck in a wheelchair
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that's always preying on everyone's sympathies
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writing these long diatribes about how he'll never walk again
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Movie Summary
A calamity at Dante and Randal's shops sends them looking for new horizons - but they ultimately settle at the fast food empire Mooby's.
