The Gang Sells Out

There is definitely a helicopter pad on the roof of this building... Every single one of these corporate buildings has a helipad on the roof.

What is he escaping from? Secret tunnels then.

Secret tunnels, a monorail system and a helipad.

There's always some big boss man fat cat... that needs to be able to escape by helicopter.

We're out and about a lot, bro. Get to the point.

Paddy's Pub can't be bought... Sold!

I would think of Paddy's as an Enron-type situation. We're gonna cut and run, and we're gonna leave you out there broke and jobless.

Let's sell this piece-of-shit bar... See ya later, piece of shit!

I'd love to be wooed. I could go for some wood... We'll get some wood. We'll build something cool.

Don't give a shit.

Right across the street? Well, that is good to know. I love Starbucks.

I don't mind. I'm gonna grab a beer while you're doing that. Come get me and give me all my stuff, and I'll start.

Something like where those American soldiers are raising that flag up in that one war. The war where we saved Japan. Oh, correct. Hiroshima.

They make all our cars. They're our friends. Not my car. I buy American... American cars are pieces of shit. Everybody knows it.

Oh, get a job? Just get a job? Why don't I strap on my job helmet and squeeze down into a job cannon and fire off into job land where jobs grow on jobbies?

Gay man, for one... You're so big and tough. You do not come across as gay. You don't look like a gay guy. That's 'cause he's a bear.

A twink is small and slender... like Mac... No. I'm too muscular. I would be a bear... Don't think so. Not hairy enough. Smooth.

A power bottom is a bottom that is capable of receiving an enormous amount of power... Actually, you got it backwards. A power bottom's generating all the power by doing most of the work.

Speed has everything to do with it. The speed of the bottom informs the top how much pressure he's supposed to apply. Speed's the name of the game.

if they start to get empty, I'll just grab some from other tables... Yeah, which makes my job easier... You actually have to follow the rules.

You're pretty weird, you make me feel uncomfortable, and you smell really bad... You say that, but I don't... I don't see it.

I use the same bill for two tables, and I pocket the cash for the other one. That's stealing. I know.

These are the Yellow Jacket boys... my old street gang from the '50s.

Not for you, bitch.

I will have you know I am taking this place up the butt with a little scheme I like to call Dee's Double Drop.

Things move very quickly here at the Oldies Rock Café.

First of all, let me just apologize to you for never calling you back, ever.

Gangsters don't sing! Ever hear of gangster rap?

Those darn Yellow Jacket boys, Buzz, buzz, bumble, They don't pay for soda pop 'cause they really rumble

While you've been picking up bar whores... I have been doubledropping like a bastard out there.

Don't you wanna be attractive to me? Come on.

Look, pal, you'd better not mess with us. You see Hawky over here? He's crazy. I'm not sure what he's capable of.

What's my name? What is it? Beautiful... Oh, my God. You're a dick. I called you Beautiful all the time.

Your friends and their doowop group... they showed up at my house and attacked me. One of them died on my doorstep, and it sort of put me in a funk.

But, no, you're not fired. I'm just kidding. You are.

She is strung up supertight.

Hawky never spoke much, But he had his doo-doo-doowop, Now you're buzzing around that hive in the sky