- She's been dead maybe ten minutes.
- Like, head chopped off.
- No, she died of, like, natural causes.
- I'd do it, man.
She was cute as hell in Commando.
I'd show her who's the boss. Poison her ivy.
- Whoa. Something's up.
- Guys, we've been Boiler Roomed.
TelAmeriCorp was just a shell of a company.
Alice probably felt some heat from the feds, right?
So she packed up in the middle of the night.
That makes me Vin Diesel.
- Ooh, I'm Giovanni Ribisi.
- Oh, I'm like a Scott Caan- Jamie Kennedy combo doggie then.
- Jamie Kennedy, maybe. I feel that experience.
[cell phone rings]
- Hello?
[whispers] It's Alice.
Okay, let's talk.
What's the vig to get in on your game?
- Why aren't you here yet? [snaps fingers]
- Why aren't we where yet?
- Oh, Christ, you're at the old offices, aren't you?
We moved offices over the weekend.
It's all I've talked about for weeks.
- Guys, we moved offices.
- Oh, yeah, I totally forgot. - Yeah, um, Alice...
- Oh, wait, wait, let me-
Hey, Alice, so we're done with the old office, right?
We're never going back?
- Yeah, never. Now, get your asses over here
and get to work, please.
- Okay, thanks, Alice.
You sound like you're looking good today.
[pounding rock music]
Oh. yeah!
[all shouting]
- ♪ Destroy ♪
♪ Destroy ♪
- I feel like I'm at a Garth Brooks show.
- Kick it. - He's talented.
[all shouting]
[laughter]
[cell phone rings]
- Hello? Oh, hey, Alice.
How are you? What's up?
- Hey, if you're still at the office,
can you let the inspector in? He's locked out.
I don't want to piss him off
and not get the $8,000 security deposit back.
- Um, no, no, no, no.
You must have misunderstood us.
We are not at the old office.
We are watching the cm Office, the TV show,
on an iPad in the car on the way to the new office.
- What? Hello?
[fire crackling]
[hip-hop music]
- ♪ I'm fresh ♪
♪ You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, gotta be fresh ♪
- Oh, hell, no, bitch. These offices suck.
- Where the hell are we supposed to park?
There's, like, no spots.
Guess we gotta park on the street,
even though there's extra handicap spots.
- What the heck? We have one handicapped dude
at our office- Wheelchair Mike.
- That lucky bitch. I wish I were handicapped.
Those guys are so lucky, dude.
- Human rabbits' feet.
- Alice, how many handicapped people
do we have in this office? - That a trick question?
- [silly voice] We have but one.
- Ooh, I'm gonna talk like that too.
Alas, there are but two handicap parking spots,
which is arithmetic, milady.
- Yeah, you do the math. Hmm?
- Alice, what they're trying to say is that
there's no spots out there
for normal people like us, all right?
So I'm out there, parked on the street,
and what, I'm supposed to, what,
move my car every two hours?
- That's stupid. - Get real.
- Act real, Alice, 'cause guess what.
We're here every day at 10:00. Okay, maybe 10:02.
But when we get here, the parking lot's all packed out,
and we're S.0.0.L.
- So why don't you just scratch our butts a little bit
and give us the bonus handicap parking spot, okay?
- First of all, work starts at 9:00.
Yeah. And see this?
This is me making a note
of giving you that spot.
"Give parking spot to idiots. Change tampon...kill self."
- Uhh, change tampon- grody.
- That's not funny. Don't kill yourself.
- Hey, Anders... - What? Hang on.
- If you're parked on the street,
there's a guy out there writing tickets.
- Move it! Move it! - See?
- Great. - We were just kidding
about that 10:00 thing.
We get here every day at, uh- at...
- 9:00. - 9:00! That's when we get-
because we're working.
- Wayman! Move! Get-sorry!
No, no, no, no, no, no! No! No! No!
Hey, hey. hey. Halt! Stop! Buddy, hey-
buddy, buddy, buddy, come-
you gotta be kidding me, man!
Gotta be kidding me. What-no!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, you chill out, buddy.
You're gonna bust a nut, and I'm not talking that good kind.
- Just throw it away, man. Pretend like you never got it.
That's what I did with my STD test.
- You can't do that.
That's, like, socially dangerous.
- Ooh-hoo-hoo!
- We're surrounded by ghosts. The place is haunted.
Built on a burial ground. I'm positive of it.
- It is so weird you said that,
'cause right when you said that, I got chills.
- Yeah, I'm freezing. - There's that...vent.
- There's a vent right there.
- Yeah, there's a vent up there. - There's still ghosts.
- I don't think it's the vent, either-
- Hey, guys, shut the fuck up for a second.
Ticket-60 bucks for street cleaning.
- 60 bucks? - What?
- You know how many corndogs we could buy with that?
Like, three boxes. - Yeah, a lot of corndogs.
- 60. They're, like, going for a dollar. Yeah.
- I don't understand Alice.
She clogs up the parking lot arteries
with all these handicap spots,
where regular people can't even park.
It's all mutant parking.
- Who knew having a car was gonna be such a drag?
Makes you wonder how somebody like Drake
handles their entire fleet.
- Yeah, well, he's from a lawless country.
- There's no laws. Here in the U.S.,
you gotta work within the system.
Okay, if you want a handicap parking pass,
you gotta go out and get a handicap parking pass.
You gotta beat the system up from the inside.
Like rappers with vaginae. Like, because they beat 'em.
- Yeah. - Whatever it takes, man.
I just don't want to get another ticket.
I mean, is it weird
if we made up a handicap, like, a disease?
What's the disease that old people get
where you start forgetting things?
What is that? - Old timers.
- Yeah, still,
I don't know if that's a good idea.
It's not cool to pretend you're handicapped.
Right? - Whoa!
I got it.
TelAmeriCorp is hiring, right?
We can ask my real-life handicapped cousin Devin
to work here and use his pass!
- Yeah. That'll work. - Yeah.
I haven't seen him in a while, though.
I'm excited to see him.
He couldn't come to Thanksgiving
because my grandma's house has stairs,
and he can't walk up stairs! [laughing]
Oh, man, that guy.
' Oh. jeez!
Are there cats everywhere? [cats meowing]
- [whispers] Devin?
- Some funky cold medina. - Adam?
What's the story with this dude?
- His name was just Devin. Devin DeMamp.
He was just like us- cool, handsome, gnar.
Two years ago, he saw this little girl...
crossing the street.
This fire truck was barreling towards her and just-
- Barn! all: oh!
- Jeeﬂ - [laughs insanely]
Truck knocks me 40 feet straight into a brick wall.
♪ Now I'm ballin' off government checks ♪
♪ Like Obama bin Laden ♪
[beat-boxing] - Oh. Oh, sure.
- [continues beat-boxing]
- Yeah! - All right. You remember.
He taught me that. - What's up?
What's going on? - What is going on, my hero?
- Nada mucho.
Who are the, uh, buttfuck twins?
- Oh, the buttfuck twins? - Yeah.
- This is Ders, and this is Blake.
This is my cousin Devin. - [growls playfully]
Please, call me Big Fat.
- Right. - No, dummy.
Hand me the churro plate behind you.
[laughter] - He got you, dude.
- Thank you so much. - He got you. He's funny.
He's a funny dude. [laughter]
You are looking good, man. - Oh, thank you.
- You dropped some LBS, huh?
- Yeah, I lost some weight. Where'd it go?
Oh, there it is. Get it back. - Oh, I'll get it.
[both shouting, laughing]
- I love that. - Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
It feels like a real woman's boob, dude.
- Tickles, bro. - Get in here.
Blake, hit this, man.
- You sure? - Yeah. Do it.
Oh! - Whoa!
[both grunting, laughing]
Hey, Ders, come try it, man. - I'm good, I'm good.
I don't want to lose my watch, so you know...
- Gay dudes-always worried about time.
- Is that true? I didn't know that.
- So you guys seem to be getting a pretty sweet dealio,
but what's in it for me? - Duh. You get to get out
of this sorry basement, and you get a job.
- Duh, why would I want to do that, smart guy?
Take a look around.
Xbox Live, Howard TV, my cat circus.
- You are a gangster, man. You're like...
Rick Ross with extra sauce.
- Yeah, you're like a one-man G-Unit!
- Come on, ask him.
- Actually, we really do need that pass, man.
Unfortunately, Ders's micro-machine penis
doesn't classify him as handicapped.
[laughter] It should, though.
It should, though, it's so small.
- You wanna see it? You keep calling it small?
Might as well just show it to you.
- [as cat] Wait, I wanna see it.
I got front-row seats over here.
My dick's bigger than yours. [laughter]
- You wanna see it? - I've seen it. I've seen it!
- Whoa, slow down. - I've seen it.
- Keep your grub worm in its hole, okay?
- I can tell you it's bigger than a cat's dick.
- Yeah. - I'm sorry about that, dude.
But will you help a brother that's actually a cousin out,
just 'cause...my brother'?
- We get it, dude. We get it.
Sit in your chair, chub up.
But all we're asking for is a parking pass.
That's it. - Yeah.
- All right, you guys can have the pass.
It's cool. - What'd I say? What'd I say?
- Now, get on out of here. I'm about to watch
a chick masturbate with a summer sausage on the Internet.
- Oh, no, you don't. Devin.
These boys just offered you a job,
and you are taking it.
- Mom, I'm not taking some stupid job!
Can we not do this again?
- Your disability is about to run out,
and I am not footing the bill
while you masturbate your life away!
- Mama! - Dude, it's cool.
You can just come and try it out-l work there.
- No! - Devin DeMamp!
I will call animal services to come for your cats.
- Someone get me a bucket and soap.
Big Fat's about to get a job.
- Yeah.
[all talking at once]
- Oh, yeah. - Like a glove.
- Livin' that handicap life!
This...is parking. - There we go.
- Yeah, mama! - There you go, big buddy.
- I don't want to sound arrogant,
but I feel like I was always meant
to park in handicap spots.
- You're basically a handicapped dude, my brother.
- Don't I know it. - Now, this is parking!
- I just said that. This is parking.
There's no other way to say it, though.
This is parking. - Hey, guys!
[beat-boxing] I'm stuck!
Yo! Seriously, I'm stuck.
- Yeah, I forgot how fat you were, bud.
Can't get out of the car.
So welcome to the dragon's lair.
That's what I call the break room.
- It's pretty sick. - Yeah.
- We're gonna go talk to Alice,
get you a job!
- Whoa, whoa.
Pump the brakes, fellas.
You guys already have the parking spot,
you're good to go.
And as long as my mom thinks I have a job here,
I'm good to go.
But there ain't a chance in hell
that I'm clocking in to this fart factory.
Not happening. - All right.
- All right, well, hey, here is the TV.
So enjoy The View. The show. The show The View.
- All right, guys, let's go. We got work to do.
Uh, we make the world turn, unlike you.
- That and my stomach.
[laughter]
- Stay fat, bro.
' Ow! ['a”9“in9]
All right. Love you, bro. - Love you too, dude.
- Don't mind if I squeeze... yes.
How you doing?
Some butt you got there. Yeah.
Do you wipe it?
[laughs] I'm kidding.
But seriously, can I?
- I don't appreciate you talking to me like that.
- Okay. I'm being selfish.
How 'bout I start over?
Do you, uh, wanna suck my tits?
[laughs] Come here.
- No, this is called a floor fan.
It goes on the floor, and then it spins-
- [whispers indistinctly]
- What? My yogurt?
In the break room? Oh, my go-
I gotta call you back. About to catch me a case.
Yo, let's go!
You don't eat a man's yogurt. That's all I can eat.
You know what I'm saying? I'm on a diet.
This is unbelievable.
Someone eatin' my yogurt. - Is there a fight?
- I will kill a man right now.
- Who's fighting? ls someone fighting?
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
- You can't be snackin' on my snacks like that!
- Gimme the news, not the dick breath, ya butt slug!
I'll eat what I want! - You got no respect
for another man's live cultures.
We about to get it on!
[all shouting at once]
- Get off my cousin!
- Get off me! Get off me! - Watch it, dude.
- Okay, what the hell is going on in here?
- Listen, lady, why don't you just-
[charming music plays]
Why don't I apologize to everyone in this room
for what I just did- totally uncalled for.
I'm sorry, everyone.
- Sure. Great. What are you?
- He's my cousin! [laughter]
- Of course he is.
- And since we're hiring, I figured he'd be
a great member of the sales team, right?
Plus, he's a local hero. - Yeah. He sure is.
Jumped in front of a fire truck, saved a little girl's life.
- Miss, I promise you I will give you my best,
and I will deliver.
- All right, whatever, but you three
are responsible for training him.
And if he doesn't deliver, it's on you.
What are you looking at? Come on, let's go!
- He ate my yogurt. - Team DeMamp!
Yes. Aw, dude, we just got you a job. Team DeMamp.
- Oh. - Cat lover?
- Oh, yes. Uh, it's actually the anniversary
of my cat Brent Hoffman's death.
I miss my dead, dead cat.
- I am so sorry to hear that. - Thank you.
Now I'm the proud owner of seven,
which some people think is weird.
- You know, I think it's weird you don't have more.
- Well, I did until this one died.
[both laughing]
- You know, I have a dozen cats myself.
You should come over and breed.
With my cats.
- Oh. - Cats.
You should breed with my cats.
- Well, yeah, that would be nice.
- Yeah. Okay. - But I should-
I should go. - Totally.
- It was nice to meet you. - So nice meeting you.
- Yeah. - Okay. We'll see ya.
Okay. . . - Damn.
- Move over, Ms. Quiznos, Big Fat's got a new chick.
[laughter]
- If you really wanted to make a good joke,
you could have said, "Move over Miss Wendy's,"
'cause it's a woman. - You see this?
It means not Wendy's.
- Mmm, toasty! - Okay.
- Yeah, that's hardcore. - That gets me hungry, dude!
- That's hardcore.
- ♪ He's insane ♪
- TelAmeriCorp's sales techniques could be summarized
as, I don't know, I guess the-
all right, you're gonna want to listen to this.
- Shh. I'm kinda in the middle
of being in love here, Ders.
- Just listen to Ders. He's the best in the biz.
We'll get you on the phone. You'll be stacking cash, man.
- Yeah, man, you could make it rain
on Jillian's nude sleeping self.
- Hey, you know what? I got a better idea.
You wanna hear a song I wrote, guys?
- Sure. - [flatulence] Ooh...
[laughter]
I gotta let this one fly, boys. - Oh, that's foul.
[overlapping chatter]
- Smells like waffles.
- No, it doesn't smell like anything from this planet.
- How many waffles have you been eating?
- We're trying to help you, Big Fat.
I mean, yes, we want your parking pass,
but don't you want to do anything with your life?
- This is what you call a life?
Is this your legacy?
Is this your Sistine Chapel?
Here lies Ders, the TelAmeriDork,
father of two broke gays.
I saved a little girl's life, bro.
I'm a hero.
- You are not a hero. You're human mold
in breakaway sweatpants.
You're the kind of stain
that makes Adam throw out his underwear.
- Get him! Wait, what?
- How 'bout I just take my parking pass
and get on outta here?
- Go. - Okay, I'm going.
- I can't take this. - Hey, honey.
You wanna roll with me,
grab some lunch, rule the world?
- I'm sorry, I'm on the phone-just one second.
- Fuck this. I'm outta here.
[grunting]
- Big Fat, my man, chill out.
We're all a little worked up, probably from that fart.
- Dude, that was a barn burner!
- Hey, come on, let's be feasible or whatever.
Slow down. - Give us a few days, okay?
We're gonna figure this out.
- We don't need to figure anything out.
I'm gonna go park the car on the street.
We'll take the bus.
Do our part. Save the planet!
- Okay, I give up. We need that pass
because I cannot ride the bus.
Homeless people wipe their hands off in my hair.
So once again, it is arithmetic, milady.
- And if I'm being real, I'm worried about you, man.
What are you gonna do when your disability runs out?
Huh? - Really? You too?
- Hey, your cuz, he's right.
That horrific accident you were in,
that was lucky.
And we can't make lightning strike luck twice.
We can't.
- Or can we?
- Make lightning do what Blake...
said it doesn't do.
- Workman's comp. You get hurt at work,
the checks don't stop.
- How do we even know this is something that's real?
- Oh, come on, sad dads across America
do it all the time.
Probably one doing it right now.
- Guys, I'm just gonna think about this.
- I didn't know a hero could be such a big pussy.
- Suit me up.
- Yes! - All right!
- Yeah! - It's gonna be cool!
- That's what I'm talking about, brother.
- Ready? [all shout]
- Ow! [grunting, groaning]
[chuckles]
All: Whoa!
- You got some air! You got some air!
- Did you break anything? - Nope.
- Unh! - Nothin'.
- What? - What are you doing, Devin?
- L...fell.
- No, we pushed him, okay?
This guy wants to go back to living in his basement,
so we're giving him workman's comp
in exchange for a handicap parking pass.
- I wish somebody would have told me
that I was working on Sadderday,
'cause this is just sad.
All of this on the day that would have been
my cat Brent's 27th birthday in human years.
He never even got to ride a roller coaster.
- Sorry about your cat, but don't blame Big Fat.
[all beat-boxing] - Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.
- You guys are just as sad.
I-I shouldn't even say this,
but I was coming in here to tell you
you're getting another ticket. - What?
I just moved it!
- Hey, we'll see you later, big dude.
Thanks anyways. - Later.
- I'll come over in a few weeks,
eat some tortas.
- This can't be happening. I just want a fair shake!
Can I just get a- you!
This is your fault. I'm gonna rip your tits off
and use 'em as cereal bowls! You get me?
- [audio slowed] The cleaners!
- Holy shit! Are you okay?
That was insane! - That was a close call.
- That was insane! - Let's help Big Fat up.
- I don't think that's gonna happen, buddy.
- Oh, my God! Dude, look at his leg.
- Who needs a leg when all you wanna do is
eat Doritos and watch Brazzers all day?
We did it! - Yeah!
- Oh, damn, we kinda did. - Just-yeah.
- The city's gonna owe you a million.
- If not thousands.
Hey, now, somebody tie something around my leg
before I croak out here, you hand jobs!
- No, I got it. I gotcha. I'll belt you up.
- Devin, I saw the whole thing from the window.
Are you okay? - Oh, Jillian, yeah.
I'll be fine. - Good, 'cause look at me.
We are definitely gonna have our cats fuck.
- You know, you don't want to get mixed up
with a guy like me.
I'm just a big ol' fat- - Hero.
You're a big ol' fat hero.
I was wrong about you, man. You deserve every cent
coming to you for this. - No, bro.
I was wrong about you. You're not gay at all.
You're probably bi, though. [laughter]
- He's definitely bi. - Oh, God!
- That's cool. - Ambulance on the way.
- [humming beat] - Yeah. Yeah.
- There it is.
Ah, good movie.
That's a good movie. - Great movie.
- Look at all these suckers in regular parking.
- You're a bitch! We're handicapped!
- Dude, your cousin Big Fat is the man!
- Yeah, us DeMamps are pretty raw dog as a people.
- Didn't like the guy at first, but he came through.
And here we ar-
- WT fuck?
- Alice, I DeMamp to know what you did
with that bonus handicap parking space. Hmm?
- Why do you care? - Come on, we are advocates
for the handi-captains,
and that's the one thing you should know about us.
- You should know that about us.
- Look, you came in here the other day,
said we didn't need it.
I thought about it, and you were right.
- No. Alice. - No.
- What? - We were right?
- Let's look at history. We're never right.
- Does this guy- do I look right?
Does this look right?
- Look, please just go back to the phones, okay?
I am not in the mood for this today.
Apparently, some homeless people broke into the old offices
and destroyed everything.
- Homeless people. Can't trust 'em.
Know what I mean? They're a foul, foul breed!
Thanks for, uh- - Ecch! Gross!
- Nice!
- Get your own crew. - Yeah, get outta here.
Let's all beat-box for fun. - Okay.
[all beat-boxing] - ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ We're all winners today, whatcha say ♪
[laughter] - Bring it back. Bring it back.
- I'm not a rapper. I'm not-
I barely know how to rhyme.