Another one for the collection. Oh, cool. Thanks. What? It's...
[handing Felicia a new t-shirt]
Another one for the collection.
Oh, cool. Thanks.
[she stares at nothing leaning on the GTO]
[she points down on the car roof. Lance is on the back seat comforting a sobbing Brandy]
It's okay, Brandy. it's okay, baby, don't cry.
Lance, what are you doing?
Dude, you should be ashamed of yourself, because I'm just trying to show another human being a little compassion.
And my dick.
-You, get your ass up.
-Give me a minute.
What're you doing under there, huh?
What're you doing?
You're firing off your skin pistol?
Come on, get up. What are you hiding?
You got a big fattie under there, don't you?
Yeah, you do. You're stroking it, too.
What the F?
Your little brother's sleeping
not ten feet away. Jesus Christ!
Good. My boys are all here.
-Dad, lan's free...
-Can it, Rex.
Your pop's got a bombshell to drop,
so ears open.
your old man popped the question.
Show them, Karen.