Ding-dong! May I interject for a second? As a Burger Shack employee for the past three...

Burger Shack Employee: Ding-dong! May I interject for a second? As a Burger Shack employee for the past three years, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that if you're craving White Castle, the burgers here just don't cut it. In fact, just thinking about those tender little White Castle burgers with those little, itty-bitty grilled onions that just explode in your mouth like flavor crystals every time you bite into one... just makes me want to burn this motherfucker down. Come on, Pookie, let's burn this motherfucker down! Come on, Pookie! Let's burn it, Pookie! Let's burn this motherfucker down! Let's burn it down! Let's burn it! So you guys maybe should just suck it up and go to White Castle. Kumar: You can always get your work done in the car. Harold: Let's do it. Kumar: All right. Awesome. Then listen, listen - no matter what, we are not ending this night without White Castle in our stomachs. Agreed? Harold: Agreed. [shakes Kumar's hand then gives him pound] Burger Shack Employee: Wise choice. You guys might have wanted to stay away from our special sauce tonight. Me and Pookie, we added a secret ingredient. I'll give you a hint. It's semen. [Harold and Kumar show disgusted look, employee then bursts out laughing] Harold: [Smirks] Semen. Burger Shack Employee: Animal semen. [Harold and Kumar scream and drive off as fast as possible]

What do you mean it's a non-issue? Ding-dong! May I interject for a second? As a Burger Shack employee for the past three years, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that if you're craving White Castle, the burgers here just don't cut it. In fact, just thinking about those tender little White Castle burgers with those little, itty-bitty grilled onions that just explode in your mouth like flavor crystals every time you bite into one... ...just makes me want to burn this motherfucker down. Come on, Pookie, let's burn this motherfucker down! Come on, Pookie! Let's burn it, Pookie! Let's burn this motherfucker down! Let's burn it down! Let's burn it! So you guys maybe should just suck it up and go to White Castle. You can always get your work done in the car. - Let's do it. - All right. Awesome. Then listen, listen... no matter what, we are not ending this night without White Castle in our stomachs. - Agreed? - Agreed. Wise choice. You guys might have wanted to stay away from our special sauce tonight. Me and Pookie, we added a secret ingredient. I'll give you a hint. It's semen. Semen. Animal semen. Dude, remember when Goldstein used to work at that burger place? This is the most fucking confusing movie I've ever seen... she's possessed, she's not possessed. Dude, that rack better be stacked. - Tits! Tits! - Boobies, boobies, boobies. Holy shit! Whoa! Those aren't real. Yes, they are. You know, I'm almost completely sober right now. I wish we had some more weed. Sorry. Princeton. - We're getting off here. - Why? Because we're gonna sweet-talk Cindy Kim into finding us some weed. - No. - Why not? You talk to her on the phone all the time. She calls me. Then she rambles on about her East Asian Students Club or whatever. Then I have to actually pretend that I give a shit or else she calls me a Twinkie. A what? Twinkie... yellow on the outside, white on the inside. Look, you Twinkie bitch, you were the one that threw our weed out the window, okay? So we're going to Princeton, and it's your responsibility to make sure we're high as shit by the time we're eating those burgers. Forget it. End of discussion. I am not seeing Cindy Kim. Harold, I'm so glad you showed up. Yeah, me too. Did you like the hibiscus petals I glued to the envelope I sent you? Yeah, they were nice. Hey, dude, you know where I can get some green? Dude, you know where I can get some chronic? Jesus, what the hell kind of Ivy League school is this? Man. Over here, man. You lookin' to toke up?