- Alice, perfect.
You can time us. Yeah, here you go.
- Yes. - What is this?
- Oh, Rancho CucaPizza
is having a little promotional eating contest,
and the winner gets- read that bottom line there.
Read that.
Well, it said, uh, wins free pizza for a year!
- Yeah, all we gotta do is eat a Humonga Cucamonga
in under 30 minutes.
- See, they make the pizza so hot
that all the other dumb buffoons,
they'll just burn their pipes.
- But we are no idiots.
Our mouths will already be burned.
- Yep, via spoons. - Mm-hmm.
- We're gonna put these hot spoons
on our tongues.
- Yep - We're gonna burn them
so that the pizza won't burn them.
Okay, Alice, start the clock.
- Yeah, start it. - We need you to time us.
Oh, she started, she started, start.
[guys screaming]
- Oh, God! Oh, thah wath tho hot!
- What do we got? - What do we got for time?
What's the time? Oh, she didn't thart the clock.
- What? She didn't thart it? - Yeah, it was perfect.
It's gonna sound real good on the phones.
Jagmos.
- I don't like how she always puth uth down
when we're trying to better ourthevles here.
- And who are the idiots here?
- Round two.
[beatboxing]
$5'
- ♪ I'm fresh ♪
- ♪ You gotta, you gotta, you gotta ♪
- ♪ You gotta ♪ - ♪ Gotta be fresh ♪
- I don't feel a thing.
- I'm stabbing the shit outta my tongue, dude.
It might be bleeding, but I can't feel it.
I think it's safe to say our mouths are invincible.
- Mark Wahlberg. - But that won't mean anything
if I can't get stoned before the contest,
because I literally can't eat
unless I've smoked.
It's a Catch-20.
- Yeah, man, I know. It's-
I've called Karl, like, 16 times.
He's not picking up.
[phone rings] I'm just worried about Karl.
I don't like leaving him with his thoughts.
- I could careless if he was dead or alive.
I don't want to sound cold, but you know me.
I've got that Michael Phelps swim fan appetite.
But my hungry hippos over here,
you need weed to maximize the munch.
- I am a hungry, hungry hippo.
And we need a new drug dealer...
[whispers] now.
- Where you gonna find a new drug dealer'?
You can't just go to a drug dealer store.
- I say we go to the seediest, most scummiest place
in all of Rancho Cucamonga...
a tattoo parlor.
[tattoo gun whirring]
[pop music playing]
- Adam, are you sure this is a place to find street drugs?
- Just think, dude.
All drug dealers have tattoos, right?
Hence, thereforced...
all tattoo parlors have drug dealers.
It's elementary school, my Emma Watson.
Right? Okay. Follow my lead.
We might have to speak in code.
I don't know if he's undercover. I don't know, man.
- Okeydokey. What can I do for ya?
Something tribal, Chinese?
I don't do curse words in any language.
- Well, we are looking to buy something
so we may...
smokey-boo?
- Because we've run out of things that we...
schmooo.
- What are you guys doing? - We want to buy
some weeeeerd,
so that we can put it in our beeerd and smeerrk it.
[all talking at once in code]
- Smake in a pat.
- Get an apple, and then we can shmeek.
- Guys. [chuckles]
Love the energy, but you can't hang out here.
This space is for customers.
- Okay-
Aah! Haa!
- There we go. - Aah.
Oh, it looks so beautiful.
- Yeah. - Princess.
- Oh, that hurt a little.
You know what would numb the pain?
Weed.
- Oh, ho, ho.
You got the wrong guy. Pal
[tattoo gun whirring] - Okay, he winked earlier.
That was-can I at least get the stud that I paid for'?
I'm bummed, dude.
This is a bust.
- Adam, this is not a bust.
You got a banging-ass bellybutton ring, bro.
- Yes, you did. - Honestly...
I don't even know if I'm gonna keep it.
- Oh, come-don't say that. - Adam, come on.
- It's banging-ass. - Come on.
- Banging-ass. It's lame-ass.
- Heard what you guys were asking for.
Might be able to help you out.
Meet me out back in ten minutes.
[ominous music]
- Hey-
- Make it 15.
I want to go to that pet store next door.
- Whoa. How mow.
- So what exactly are you guys looking for?
- I don't do this, so- - Weed, mostly.
- Hash? Keef? Hybrids?
Isolation tents, if you're into spiritual journeys?
- Uh_ - We are.
- I could definitely. - Yeah.
- Sample away.
- Oh, that's all you. - May I hit this?
[grunts]
Strap me in. I'm ready to go to war.
War on my brain!
- Hang on one minute here, okay?
The stuff Karl gives us
has a bunch of stems in it.
How do we know this even comes from a plant?
- Yeah. - Right?
Looks like you made it in a Creepy Crawler machine.
- What is that? - It's all purple.
- It's from our state-of-the-art grow house.
It's Enriquez goofing around during the harvest.
- Okay, Okay.
God damn, you had me at Enriquez.
[laughs] Sorry, Karl.
- I have those same pants.
Uh, and I notice you have a, uh-
is that a hash-based olive oil substitute?
- It is. Good eye. - Oh, wow.
Look at that. - That is nice.
Yeah, I'm kind of a gourmand, so, uh-
- Whoo! I been daaancin'.
This thing took me to a whole new world.
I'll take it out there.
- Yeah. - Whoo! Can I keep this?
- Hello, doc-tor. - I'm keeping this.
- 1' Smoke that kush, pass that the ♪
♪ Smoke that kush ♪
- [laughing] Oh, sugar, honey, iced tea.
I am stoned.
- You know, Karl's weed,
it's just fingering me, man.
But this chick's soft, warm buds,
rattling my G-spot.
I like that, dude.
- Guuuys. - Ooh.
- Made some pretty dope beignets.
You get it? Dope, like grass.
There's grass in these beignets.
- Oh, okay. - Very underused.
- Is it, now? Well, now it isn't, is it?
Isn't it?
- Dude, you should keep saying grass
because it's like a slice of Americana.
- I will. - Yeah.
Pass me the grass, Mr. Roosevelt.
- Certainly, Mr. My Friend Brent's Dad.
He's cool, man. He used to wear a cane.
- Any dude that wears a cane, you know he's, like...
[doorbell rings] a gentleman.
- I got it. - Was that real?
- Who is it? - Um...
an angel just got-
- Oh, Gosh.
Oh, God, it's-it's Charl.
- What? - It's Karl, man. It's Karl!
- Hide it! Put it away! - Hide it, hide it, hide it.
- We don't need to hide anything.
We're not doing anything wrong, okay?
Let's just talk to him.
We'll talk to him.
Man to beast.
Well, look what washed ashore at the grossest beach
I've ever been to.
- [chuckles]
Hey, sorry I've been off the grid
for a little bit, guys.
This dog ate my phone,
and then I had to adopt her,
and now I'm just waiting for her to pass it.
- Sure. - C'est la vie.
[phone vibrates, dog grunts]
I wonder who that is.
Anyway, what's been going on with you guys, huh?
What's happening over here? - Pbbt. Nothing, man.
We're just trying to function.
- Whose weed is that?
- Ohhh, that's-
We got-that's your weed.
We only buy weed from you, baby.
- You think I don't know what my weed looks like, man?
What is going on here?
- Um... - Karl...
We have needs, right?
And you, frankly, were not meeting those needs.
- So you went to a stranger for your weed?
- No, we went to a stranger for grass.
We're calling it grass now.
- Grass? What the heck are you talk-
What-what is he even talking about?
- It was just once, Karl.
[sad piano music]
It didn't mean anything.
- Were they...
better than me?
- Not better.
Just different.
- No.
She's better. She's way better.
You know why? 'cause she opened my eyes to a world of weed
that I never even knew about
with gadgets and gizmos and edibles.
- Edibles? - Yeah.
- What's that?
- Don't play dumb. It means, like, pot brownies.
- Pot brownies? No, brownies are made out of fudge, Blake.
Come on. You know that.
- Well, maybe that's part of the problem, Karl.
You ever think of that, man?
- You guys are acting crazy right now.
You're all acting insane.
You're-you're smoking brownies, and you're eating weed?
- It's called grass now!
- Oh, you wanna yell? Let's yell!
- Don't do this, Karl!
- You did this! Not me!
And what's funny is I even found you dudes a present,
because I was thinking about you dudes.
Joe Dirt, man. In the dirt.
Freakin' see ya.
I hope she was worth it.
Because you threw away something special.
I thought we were brajes. [phone vibrating]
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need to try and take this phone call.
[dog grunting, phone vibrating]
Hello? Hello?
- Happens when you give an animal an animal.
Guys, I know this hurts right now,
but it's for the best.
- Mommy, if you can hear me,
I need you now.
[beatboxing]
- That is good. Very good.
- I've been talking with the dudes,
and we love what we've been shmeeking.
Compared to our last guy, you...
are the kitty's titties.
- The kitty's titties. Meow. - He ain't lying.
- Why don't you guys shut up and check under your chairs?
[light jazz music playing]
- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God.
' Oh. my God!
- I feel like a spy right now.
- Bong. James Bong.
[guys laughing] - Bong, James Bong.
- James Bong.
- [laughing] James Bong.
- Stick around, boys.
I have another surprise for you later.
- Surprises? - Another surprise.
- She has so many surprises.
- Uh-oh. This is awkward.
Just let it happen.
- Here he comes. - Let it happen.
- Hey, Karl.
- I'm not following you. - Okay.
- You look, uh-
You look high.
- Well, we are.
We're really high.
[sad piano music]
- That's great. That's great.
You know that that's all I ever really wanted for you,
is for you guys to be high.
- Mm-hmm. - Yep, we know, Karl.
Thank you.
- Hey, you know what?
I got a little, uh, grass.
- Okay, damn it, Karl.
I think we all know that's not a good idea.
- [sniffs]
Okay, [sighs]
Come on, Roomba.
- [sniffs]
Smells like wet garbage.
- Yeah. - Oh, I got it.
So listen, guys.
I don't know what you're up to later,
but I'm dropping some product off
at a celebrity client's house.
You guys want to tag along?
Meet Lori Beth Denberg?
- From All That? - Yeah.
- What? - Whoa, ho, ho, ho!
- And the day keeps getting better.
- Got some vital information for you.
I'm high as fucld
[all laughing]
- Oh, yeah, yeah! - Pbbbt!
[all laughing]
- I can't believe we went to the zoo.
- Yeah, man. That was sick. - Um, guys?
We did not go to the zoo.
- Well, then how was I petting an owl?
- That wasn't an owl. - That was me, man.
- I told you. That was him. - [hoots]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys.
Here's this week's bill.
- Bill? - Uh...
- Okay, um, yeah. Our, uh,
last drug dealer was pretty lax with payments, so-
- And I don't mean to be a dick about it,
but one cool thing he did
was he didn't really bring up money that we owed him...
- Mm-mm. - In front of us.
- Yeah, that was kinda rude, ma'am.
[chuckles] I think somebody's on their period.
- Ew, grody. - Listen.
I don't give a fuck what your old dealer used to do.
You're with me now.
Either I get paid, or people get hurt.
- Uh_ - Okay, um,
we'll look at your bill.
$250 an hour
to hang out with Lori Beth Denberg?
- Okay, now, that's actually a sweet deal.
- The thing about this is we don't actually own
a lot of this money.
- Sweetheart, if we're gonna build a relationship,
it has to be built on trust.
I mean, that's- agh! Ow!
- Ooh. Don't make me use my meat strength-
[screams] - Oh, my God!
- Agh! - What are you doing?
- I'll be back here at 6:00 tomorrow.
If you don't have my money by then,
you won't just be dealing with me.
You'll be dealing with Cortez.
- Uh, who's Cortez?
- My boss.
Everything in this town is run by Cortez.
He's a lot less understanding than I am.
- Well, that's weird, 'cause you're not very understanding.
[beatboxing]
- What's the girl with the dragon tattoo gonna do to us?
I'll tell you what she's gonna do to us.
She's gonna cut off my dick and feed it to me.
I have a very cut-of fable dick.
And I'm hungry.
- As soon as she dices your little dick u-
your decent-sized dick up... - Thank you.
- The girl with the dragon tattoo is going to kill us.
' Hey. guys. [guys scream]
- Jeez...us. - Wow.
Announce yourself next time.
- Sorry. Uh, some friend of yours
brought you a steak lunch.
I thought it was snake lunch at first,
but then she clarified it's a steak lunch.
And I'm notjealous, P.S.
[clears throat loudly]
- Thank you.
- Looks like, uh,
dragon tats is coming around.
- Thank you.
- She probably forgot we owe her money.
- Yeah. - Stoners, right?
- Oh, here's a note.
Oh, come on.
"Enjoy this meal on me.
Sincerely, you know who." guys.
- You know who it probably is?
It's probably the dragon-tattooed girl.
- Ah, boy. - Yeah.
- Ifeelfike a silly goof, huh?
We were all worried about nooooo-
No, no!
Judge Lance Ito!
Well, we are dealing with a complete psychopath.
I guess we should just skip town or something.
- What? Dude, we're not gonna miss
the pizza eating contest.
- Oh, yeah, we shouldn't miss it,
'cause that's the first place she'll look, dude.
- Or we kill her first, man! [panting]
Make it look like a lustful lover.
One of us is gonna have to sleep with her.
I guess I'll have to bite the bullet.
And by bullet, I mean her vagina.
- Guys, you're overthinking this, all right?
We just need to outsmart her.
We need to fool her somehow. - Uh-huh.
- What's the most tricked you've ever been?
Both: Shutter Island, Leonardo DiCaprio.
- Yes, exactly. And it- - Yeah.
- But that movie had at least five twists in it.
So if we're gonna pull this off,
we need at least four.
Twists, guys.
- Okay, yeah. - Yeah.
- I was wondering, 'cause I didn't know-
four-l was like- - I can't do everything.
[birds chirping]
- Oh, hey, what's up?
- You got something for me?
- Yeah. Yes.
I-I-l-yep, yep. Hold up.
There it is, and it's all in there,
So, uh, go ahead and count it.
- Better be.
- But don't really count it.
- It's me! Cortez's boss!
- Oh! - From the cartel.
So you better give me the money, mami,
'cause you work for me now.
[laughing nasally]
- Oh, shit.
I think that guy is in the cartel,
so you might want to hand over all the real money to him.
- All right, freeze, bad guys.
Special Agent Clements, D.E.A.
Under deep cover-following these perps since I met 'em.
You're good to go. I'm after the big fish.
Adam and Blake.
Or should I call you Miguel and Adam?
- Ugh.
- How'd you know it was me?
- You got sloppy, kid.
Left behind too many clues.
It was no problem for my boys in...ballistics
and my other boys in...
forensics to find you after that.
- Makes sense. Sounds real. - Yep
- Wait.
Are you really a cop?
- Yes. You can go. You're safe to go.
- 'Cause that would make, like, a ton of sense
if Ders was a cop this whole time.
- Ders is a cop!
You would make a good cop, dude.
- I amacop.
- 'Who stole my cereal?"
- And now it's time to take you back
to Shutter Island.
None of this is real.
No one owes you any money.
You're a mental patient. You know, you're-
- Get the fuck off of me.
- Oh, no, no, no, no. Hell no! No, no!
- Just- - uh_
- Are you kidding me?
You guys smoke way too much weed.
- Thank you. - Get in the fucking van.
- What's that noise? Is it snakes?
- I think she's peeing on the floor.
- Please, can we just talk?
- The time for talking is done.
- When was the time for talking?
- It seemed like there was no time
between you telling us that we owed you money
and then you beating us up, throwing us in a van.
- Yeah, you know, just for future reference,
just make sure people know now is the time for talking
and now is the butt-kicking time,
'cause I'm sure we're not the first people to think-
- I have a blowtorch in my hand.
I don't have to explain shit to you guys.
- Okay. - Thank you.
[dramatic music]
-:Ayayav4'
[Spanish guitar music]
- Oh, just in time. Have fun.
$5'
[guys scream]
- Aah! - Oh, we're so sorry!
- Aah, please don't kill us!
Just let us live one more hour
so we can win hella free pizza.
You like hella free pizza, right?
- Kadoi, bra}.
Blake?
- Karl!
- I recognize that stink.
- Karl. - Blake?
- Do mine! - What the-
- You're Cortez? - Whoa.
- Not exactly.
Me and my dealer buddies made up
this psychopathic, crazy Mexican dude
so that we could scare people into paying us.
All right? We all take turns pretending to be him,
and this is my version.
I rocked a sweet serape, a dope sombrero.
Then I take that hatchet over there,
and I take off my shirt,
and I scratch it on my chest, and I say,
"Pay me, bitch!"
- Ooh, sounds effective. - Very smart.
- It's rad, dude. It's so much fun.
- Braj, we're sorry that we switched drug dealers.
Can we just go back to how it used to be?
- How do you expect me to do that?
You guys hurt me.
You know, yes, I dealt to other people,
but when I put the weed in those little kids' hands,
all I saw was your faces.
I'm out this game, dude.
I'm going to college.
- Yuck. - College?
- Are we just gonna let him go?
- And miss the pizza eating contest?
I don't think so.
- Whoa, I just realized we're at the steakhouse.
[beatboxing]
- ♪ When I ♪ - ♪ Fresh fresh fresh ♪
[beatboxing]
- ♪ Boys are fresh ♪
[punk rock music playing]
- Here we go.
- ♪ Come on, come on ♪
♪ Come on, come on, come on ♪
- [groans]
- ♪ Everybody come on ♪
[crowd cheering]
- Is it too hot for you?
A little too hot for you?
- Go on, now, get.
Go on, now, get.
Don't look back.
[sad piano music]
[hinges squeak]
$5'
- She's not coming.
' Huh?
- I said she's not coming, buddy.
You getting on or what?
- Oh. Yeah.
It's not a she, though. It's three dudes.
- ♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪
♪ Come on, come on ♪
♪ Everybody come on ♪
- Aah. - Aah.
- Yeah! Free pizza for a year!
[guys cheering] - Whoa!
You guys can really scarf. Congrats.
Hey, you guys wanna go shmmeeck a booowww?
- Zeke, we gotta give you a rain check
on that boooww shmeeeckin'.
- Yeah.
We gotta stop our drug dealer
from making the worst mistake of his life.
- He's going to college. - Let's go.
Come on.
[sad piano music]
$5'
- Yo, here we- Here we go!
- Karl! - Hey, Karl!
- Guys! - Karl, hey.
- Stop this bus!
If you have a heart in your chest cavity,
you will stop this bus, bro!
Stop the bus.
[hinges squeak]
Thanks for nothing, partner.
Ow.
- Ohhh.
- Oh, great, you won the pizza eating competition.
I knew you would. Great.
- No, bra}, you won.
You don't have to go to college now.
You got hella free pizza.
- You guys didn't have to do this.
- Yeah, I told them that. - Karl...
will you be our drug dealer again?
$5'
- I'd like that. - Yes!
- I always did love selling you guys grass.
- Oh, it's not grass anymore. We call it dro now.
- Yeah.
- Well, then, let's blow dro, bro.
- All right! - Yeah!
- He's good. - Our guy's back.
- Light it up. - Caught on to that quick, dude.
Wow, all four at once.
- Oh, that- - Human genius.
- Light 'em up.
[coughing] - Very harsh.
- Ugh, it's almost like it's making me sneeze,
it's so bad.
- Lotta sticks, Lotta stems. - [hacks]
- This is some of the best stuff
I've ever smoked, man.
- Nice.
[dog scarfs, horn blows]
- I wouldn't be angry if, you know,
we took me to the hothpital right now.
- Do you need to go to the hothpital?
- No, I'll eat thome ice cream, chﬂlout
maybe-maybe go to the hothpital, maybe.
- Leth do ice cream. - Leth do that.
- Okay, ice cream. - What do we got?
- Do a little ice cream.