FRANK: You gotta be careful of the wire, Charlie.
CHARLIE: I'm not gonna pinch the wire. I know what I'm doing.
Then the brake lights don't work. Make sure it's on tight.
It's on as tight as it's gonna get! It's on good and tight.
Dennis, I think we should get, a GPS system.
- These maps are from the '70s. - GPS system? Hell, no!
That's gonna ruin the road trip experience.
We gotta go do this old school, baby.
Maps, fresh cigarettes, fresh coffee,
cooking out on the grill, sleeping in sleeping bags.
- Old school. - Old school, baby!
- Let's do old school! - Old school. (horn honks) Oh, shit.
- Oh, shit. - That Sweet Dee? That's Sweet Dee.
MAC: Oh! God damn it. What is she doing here?
CHARLIE: What car is that? - Ah, shit.
- Okay, just don't say anything. - Hey, guys.
- Hey. - What's with the trailer?
None of your business. What are you doing here so early?
Why are you at work early?
I woke up early this morning and bought a new car. It's pretty sweet.
- Where you guys going? - We're going to the Grand Canyon.
- God damn it, Frank! - Really?
Frank wants to see it before he dies.
Yeah, what happened was he told us about a road trip.
We got all excited. We got up super early,
and we packed the car and were hoping to get out of here
before your bus arrived. - And you were just gonna ditch me?
Nah, it's cool. I'm gonna stick around.
- Yeah. Charlie's too scared. - He's never left Philly before.
I'm not scared! I just haven't left Philly.
- Why leave Philly, you know? - He's frightened.
- I want to go. - No, you're not going.
You can't come 'cause it'll take forever.
And you're gonna have to pee every five minutes. It's gonna be stupid.
I'm not gonna get stuck behind with Charlie.
Wait a second! If you go, I'm gonna be all by myself in the bar.
That's messed up. I mean, that's more change than... even if I want.
- Maybe I should go. - Great. We're all in.
- No, we're not all in. - Yeah, we're going.
We're going on a road trip, baby!
Why did you have to buy a new car today of all days?
I'll go get my stuff.
DEE: I can't believe you've never been out of Philly, Charlie.
- Yeah, man. What the hell? - I've never done a lot of things.
- What else have you not done, bro? - Uh, I've never eaten a pear.
- What? How is that possible? - Seriously.
Pears weird me out, dude. Where do you start with a pear?
- The top? The bottom? - Where do you start?
- Just bite into it. It's a fruit. - You just start it.
Really? You just bite it? It's a weird-looking thing.
Okay, you know what? Pull over. I'm getting this kid a pear.
No, no. No pulling over! We've got a schedule.
Yeah, no, no. I would love to take a quick leak.
- Are you serious? - Oh, Deandra!
- We just left! - That's what I was worried about.
It can't just be any pear, dude. It's gotta be a fresh one.
- Let's go to the Italian market. - Oh, okay.
The Italian market is way out of our way.
Dennis, do you have to smoke? It's coming in through my window.
Roll your window up then, Dee, 'cause I'm a-smoking.
The window needs to be down for the fresh air.
- I've never had blueberries either. - What are you talking about?
- That's crazy! - That is completely insane.
We're definitely going to the Italian market. Dennis, let's go.
- You believe this guy? Jesus! - What guy?
Guy on the bike. He's, like, taking up the whole goddamn road.
Ride on the sidewalk if you're gonna ride a bike, asshole!
(honking) What was that?
- He flicked you off, dude. - Is that what that was?
- He flicked you off, man. - Son of a bitch.
- You wanna egg him? - I wanna egg him. You got eggs?
No. That would have been good though.
- That would've been good, man. - You know what?
I'm gonna fire a beer across his bow. Ruffle his feathers.
Yeah, give him a good scare? Get up real close to him.
Hey, asshole. Oh, shit!
ALL: Oh! - Oh, shit!
- I hit him! I hit him! - Hit him in the back of the head!
That's not how I expected that to go.
DEE: Is he okay? FRANK: Did we kill him?
I don't know. Oh, he's getting up.
FRANK: He's moving, he's moving. MAC: Yeah, he's getting up.
- Thank God, dude. - God. Should we help him out?
MAC: And he's getting something out of his bag.
DENNIS: What's he getting? - It's a pipe.
- It's a pipe? Go, go, go, go, go! DEE: Go, go, go, go!
- What's wrong with your tires? - The car's scraping.
CHARLIE: All right, get back to the bar. Get back to the bar.
Damn it!
God damn it! Shit!
- These tires are destroyed. - Ah, shit!
I'm just gonna pop inside real quick, take a quick squirt.
- Unbelievable. - What if we put doughnuts on there?
Oh, right, Frank. We're gonna go to the Grand Canyon on spare tires.
Uh, plus there's a good deal of mountain bike in your axle here.
DENNIS: Seriously, dude? - Structural damage down there.
There's leakage. Things are sparking.
- All right. Well, road trip's off. - No, no, no, no, no.
Road trip's not off. I have a good idea.
- Not bad, right? - Nah.
- It's kinda nice. - Lot of leg room.
- It's a smooth ride. - You got a lot of room back there?
Got easy access to the beers, too. I mean, that's a good touch.
New car smell.
How do you get that in a used car? What is that?
- It's a spray. - Yeah, it's a spray.
- Is it? It's nice. - I enjoy it. I'm glad they did it.
I wish this light would hurry up and change. That's the only thing.
Hey! Hey, you bastards! (all groan)
- You jerks! Hey! Hey! DENNIS: Ah, here we go.
- God damn it! Get out! - All right, all right.
It's my car. I'm driving. Get out!
- I got window! - Get out!
CHARLIE: You call window, Frank? - You jerks!
DEE: You guys are dicks.
- It took you long enough. - You were taking forever!
- Did you still want to go? - Shut up!
It's really cramped back here with this cooler.
Why don't you put the cooler in the trailer?
Because then, Dee,
we're gonna have to pull over every single time we want a beer.
That new car smell is starting to give me a headache.
- Dennis, give me a cigarette. - You want a cigarette?
- Yeah. - I'm gonna have one, too.
- Do you guys have to smoke in here? - Yeah, your car reeks, Dee, so...
- God, dude, this thing is so heavy! - I'm gonna get a blood clot!
Oh, my God! Why don't you put it in the trailer?
Why don't I put you in the trailer?
- Good one, Charlie. - That's actually not a bad idea.
I wouldn't mind riding back there. There's a hell of a lot more room.
I'm done with that. (both exclaim)
DEE: Oh, come on! - Oh, it's in my...
Get it! You're gonna burn a hole in the new upholstery!
It's not new upholstery. What makes you think it's new upholstery?
- Did you get it? - Oh, yeah!
- This sucks! - Pull over. This is terrible.
I wanna go in the back with Dennis.
- You guys ride in back, and we... - Yeah. We'll go in the back.
Mmm. This is more like it, Frank? Got a lot of room back here.
It's muggy back here. Muggy. My glands are starting to swell up.
- Yeah. - Well...
Maybe we crack that door a little bit.
What? And go flying out at the first corner? I don't think so, buddy.
Well, just to crack it, just a little bit.
- You want to crack it? - Yeah, we'll crack it.
- Crack it. - Whoa. Hard to stand up back here.
Furniture is what we need. We'll pick some up at the Italian market.
When's the last time you saw furniture in an Italian market?
Those people will sell you anything. They'll sell you their children.
- They don't care. - Provolone and salami.
They sell everything at the Italian market.
These people are like descendants of Gypsies.
They come in. They sell their shit. They bang each other.
I don't know what they do, but you get to haggle with them. It's fun.
In the meantime, I'll prop this beer bottle under the door.
All right.
- That's good. (grunts) - Yeah.
- Uh... Perfect. - There we go.
The weight of the door will keep the beer bottle in place.
Good.
- Nice, huh? - Move over a little bit.
Let me sit on the cooler.
God damn it!
All right, now this I can get into. You know? A little space back here.
You want to listen to some tunes? Got some CDs from Dennis here.
Hate to break it to you, but there's no CD player in here.
- Are you shitting me? - No.
Why would you buy a car with no CD player?
Because the guy knocked 50 bucks off.
- So you had the option? - Yeah, I had the option!
Oh, my God! And you went with the tape deck?
- Yes, I did, Charlie! - That is so cheap.
You're cheap!
Why did you buy this crappy little car in the first place?
Because you guys rammed my last one into a wall!
- That's why. - Whatever. What tapes do you have?
Tapes? Who has tapes anymore?
I thought that you would've at least made a mix for the road trip.
You didn't invite me on your road trip!
You don't keep a good mix tape in your car?
I just bought the car this morning, Charlie!
Are you going to yell the whole way there?
Shut up and turn the radio on. Just turn the radio on!
- Find a station. - I'm trying.
The antenna is probably broken on this piece of shit car!
- You're a piece of shit...car. - Wait. There's a tape down here.
- You got a tape? - Yeah, it's under the seat.
- Give it to me. Gimme. - It's jammed in the seat.
- I'm trying to give it... - Gimme, gimme, gimme,
gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme...
- There we go. - Gimme, gimme, gimme...
Calm down, dude. (cassette clicks)
(new age music playing) MAN: Inner peace is an attainable goal.
The first step is releasing the anger and aggression
that one holds inside. - Pop it out, right? Yeah.
Quickly.
All right, I'm gonna run to the ladies' room for two seconds.
I'm gonna take my keys in case you jerks try anything.
Charlie. Get ready to scratch two things off of your bucket list.
Oh, I don't have a bucket list, dude, 'cause I'm not dying.
Everybody's dying, bitch. Let's get you some fruit.
Guys, we're gonna go grab some furniture to throw in the back.
Ten minutes. That's all. And we meet back here.
Well, yeah. But get a good deal. I mean, talk to the guy.
- There's no rush, right? - Ten. Ten minutes.
- Have fun, man. Have fun. - Never had a strawberry either.
That's astounding.
- Charlie, I'm excited for you, bro. - Hey!
- Pears. - Nice!
One of nature's most delectable fruits.
- Excuse me, sir. How much for this? - Those are 50 cents.
I won't pay full price. So I'll give you a dime.
- They're 50 cents, buddy. - Very well. I drop you a quarter.
- No. - Okay. 35 cents.
I don't have time for this friggin' shit.
- Give me the 35. - Yeah!
- I talked you down. There you go. - Good barter.
All right, bozo. Thank you.
I'm calling a lot of people bozo now. It's like my new thing.
- Chomp into it. - Just bite it?
Yeah. Like a piece of fruit. You would bite into it...
- Ecch! Tastes like sand. - Like sand?
Oh, that, that pear's not ripe, dude.
He burned us. Gypsy son of a bitch burned us.
Excuse me, sir? What are you doing to my friend, bozo?
- You burned us. It's dry. - You picked it out.
Let's not get into a whole "Who picked out what."
I want my 35 cents back. Charlie, give him the pear.
- I can't. I just ate it. - The whole thing?
- Yeah. It was pretty gross. - The stem and then, and the core?
You didn't tell me not to eat the stem, dude!
Did you eat the stickers that are all over it?
- Yeah, it was gross! - Of course it's gross! A sticker!
- I eat stickers all the time, dude! - Oh, my God.
This whole thing is a disaster. I'm going back to the car.
- Come on. - They got a lot of good stuff here.
I like the rocking chair. But I do like those wicker chairs.
They might be more forgiving on my bottom.
- Good. - It's a tough decision though.
- Make one, Den. Make one, please. - Make a decision? Alright.
Um, sir? Hi. We're interested in these wicker chairs,
but we're totally unwilling to pay full price for them...
- You're gonna barter with the guy? - Yeah.
We're not gonna barter with him. We'll pay full price.
- Get the wicker chairs. - Frank. The Gypsy wants to barter.
- We don't have time to barter. - We'll pay full price... Whoa.
Is that a French press? How much for that fine-looking French press?
We don't need a French press, Dennis.
What, do you expect me to drink gas station coffee
all the way to the Grand Canyon? I don't think so, asshole.
Sir, the man will pay full price for the French press,
or I will be willing to barter with you for a very long time.
- Full price. - Great!
Hey, you guys seen anybody selling cassette tapes?
Deandra, what the hell are you doing? What are you drinking?
It's an energy drink.
You guys are drinking beer. I gotta tweak on something.
- You'll be pissing every 15 feet. - Nah! Come on.
I know what I'm doing. I'm buying you a piss jar.
Ooh! Hold on a second. I think I see some tapes down there.
- I'm gonna go barter with that guy. - Barter with the Gypsy.
Dude, I'm telling you, it's black to yellow. And no one ever uses...
Black to yellow? No, dude. It's blue to something.
- And hurry up, man. - It's blue to something.
Use the black to yellow, and the car will start. Oh, shit!
You guys, check it out. I found this Soul Asylum tape,
and I totally talked the guy down to half the asking price.
Oh, God damn it!
Yeah. There was a bunch of wires hanging down, and I was trying to...
- Shut up! Just shut up! - Here's your piss jar.
Yo, Frank, I'm gonna hop in the back with Dennis.
- You want to switch with me? - Switch-ola?
They're gonna argue the whole way. I don't wanna listen to it.
I don't like it in there anyway.
- You want a cup of joe, my man? - Oh yeah, definitely, dude.
I got a pipin'-hot one ready for you right now.
Hook me up, bro. Hook me up! All right. (laughs)
That's a pretty sweet duct tape rig you got going on the door, man.
DENNIS: Yeah, you like that? Taped the chairs down, too.
- So they don't slide any. - I know.
But you stopped at the grill, and that's got me confused.
- Ran out of tape, actually. - Oh, right.
It's not gonna slide through the crack?
It won't because I measured the crack, and the crack is smaller
than the height of the grill.
- We are all hooked up here, dude. - Mmm.
Now, are you nervous at all about leaving Philly?
Like, is anything bad gonna happen?
(chuckles) I don't think so, man. I'm excited about it.
I've never been outside of Philly. I don't know what people are like.
- Well, people are people. - Nobody's gonna be, like, a dick?
There are probably gonna be some dicks out there. Yeah, sure.
- I'll be there. I'll back you up. - Hey, thanks, man.
I tell you what will help. Shotgun a beer?
- That'll calm my nerves. - It sure will. Let's do that.
MAC: I'm bored. DEE: Yeah.
Let's play a drinking game. Name all 50 states. Drink while you think.
That's gonna suck. I'm not drinking.
Frank, will you drive for a little bit?
I've been drinking all day.
Fine. Uh, go. Maine.
- Uh, New Hampshire. - Vermont.
- Philly. - North Virginia.
- South Virginia. - East Virginia.
Uh, South Virginia. Did I say that already?
- Are you guys shitting me? - Shit. All right. Start over.
No, I'm not gonna start over. I was right. The game sucks.
It's the drinking that's the amusing part.
I got an idea.
Georgia. That's six.
Oh. I was gonna...
- No. (laughs) - Jesus Christ.
You guys are gonna be hammered
before I'm finished naming the East Coast.
Bro, I gotta cook up some hot dogs, man.
All right. I got a proposition for you, man. Check this out.
What do you say we smash these wicker chairs to bits,
put them in the middle of the U-Haul, which is metal,
and we burn the wicker chairs and cook the hot dogs on that?
What do you mean? Cook the hot dogs over the fire?
And then we'll get some new wicker chairs next time we're at a...
A Gypsy hangout spot.
Okay. You think we're gonna be going to a lot of those?
'Cause I feel like I already dodged a bullet once today.
- What do you mean? - Well, I mean, you know,
Gypsies, I don't want anyone shrinking my head and shit.
Yeah. Well, first of all,
t was not Gypsies that did that. That's sort of a witch doctor thing.
But either way, neither one of them can shrink heads.
- Let's burn the chairs. - Couple hot dogs will calm me down.
Thanks for driving.
- I really appreciate the ride. - Yeah.
(slurring) So you're headed to Hollywood, huh?
- Yeah. - Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. You're running away from home, aren't you?
- Um, yeah, maybe. Kinda. - Oh, no, no, no.
Sweet baby, they're gonna eat you alive in Hollywood.
(gasps) Oh, you're definitely gonna end up doing gay porn
with this tiny little body of yours. Oh, man, kid.
I'll be fine. I've actually got an uncle out there that's...
Shh.
I got something you need to hear about.
Hold on a second.
(cassette clicks) #Just easier Than dealin' with the pain
#Runaway train never comin' back
#Wrong way on a one-way track#
Right. I've actually got this uncle out there that said that...
#Seems like I'm neither Here nor there
#Runaway train Tearin' up the, the track
#Runaway train Tearin' up the track#
(music continues) (slurring) Shit.
(gasps) What is that? Is that piss?
Is that piss? Pull over!
You might as well pull over. He's just gonna keep yelling.
Pull over, you little dick! (groans) Stop the car!
Jesus Christ, Dee! I'm covered in piss!
Well, maybe you shouldn't have had your window down!
Maybe you shouldn't be throwing jars of pee out the window!
Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't.
- It's up for debate. - You shouldn't!
What the hell is that?
(Mac coughs, spits) Oh! Oh! Oh. (coughing)
Holy shit!
Damn. It's dark, and we haven't even left Philly yet. (coughing)
I'm so sorry, dude. I don't know what happened, man.
It's like, we lit the chairs, and there must've been a glaze
on the wicker or something. 'Cause we passed out instantly.
Some sort of a poison glaze.
What are we, 20 minutes away from the bar?
Yeah, we're close. I use this gas station all the time.
Sorry. Took longer than I thought. There was a line for the bathroom.
Hey-oh! Check out this couch I found by the dumpster.
- Toss it in. Nice. - Got it, buddy.
Wait. What's the plan here? You guys are still gonna ride in the back?
- Oh, yeah. - I sure as shit am, dude.
You're not gonna get the smell of piss out of that car for weeks.
- Yeah, it's pretty bad. I'm in. - Me too.
You guys getting in, too? All right, let's do it.
All right, whatever. Have fun in the death trap!
I guess I'm riding with you, bro.
Hey, you're not gonna sing to me, are you?
I might.
(sighs) All right.
Hey, you know, Dee, I didn't want to say anything back there
'cause I didn't want to be rude to the kid,
but you really gotta be careful just picking up hitchhikers.
I know. But the kid was really young and sweet and innocent-looking.
Right. But those are the ones you gotta watch out for.
Those are the most dangerous hitchhikers,
that lure you into thinking they're sane by acting like normal people.
They act like they're normal and then they carve you up.
No way. Wasn't gonna happen. I had my eyes on him the whole time.
See, I've always got an "A," "B" and a "C" strike plan
to get us out of any potentially life-threatening situation.
Yeah. He probably just carved up his mother and father
and he's running away on the road. - Could be, Frank.
All I'm saying is that I'm ready for any situation.
And that's why you're all safe as long as I'm around.
Yeah. I did an ocular pat-down and I cleared him.
- Say what? - I'm sorry?
I'm saying that I did an ocular assessment of the situation,
garnered that he was not a security risk, and I cleared him for passage.
(chuckling) "Ocular pat-down."
What in the hell are you talking about?
I'm talking about breaking down the security situation,
clearing an individual and making it safe for passage.
How exactly do you view yourself within the context of our group?
The sheriff of Paddy's.
- I can't have this conversation. - The sheriff of Paddy's?
I want to unfold this thing. I'm gonna pass out.
Got a long trip ahead of us.
- Careful. FRANK: I got it.
(birds chirping) (Frank snoring)
(muttering in sleep)
(grumbles) Aah! Aah! Get off me, dude!
Are we moving?
I think we're stopped. Dee, what time is it?
- 7:00 a.m. - 7:00 a.m.?
We've been driving all night.
- We're not moving, are we? - No.
Shit. You think we're, like, halfway there?
- Where do you think we are? - I wonder how far we got.
MAC: I wonder if we're like...
What the hell is this? (Frank groans)
- Oh, are we back at Paddy's? - Wait. Where the hell is my car?
- Oh, goddamn! - Shit balls!
(gasps) (yawns)
Ah, you guys are back! How was the Grand Canyon?
What the hell happened to my car, Charlie?
I don't know. Last thing I remember, uh, we were at the gas station.
And then you hopped in back, and I hopped in front with the hitchhiker.
Then I got freaked out about leaving Philly,
so I asked him if he'd drop me off back here.
And he said he'd take you guys to the Grand Canyon,
and then I drank all night and passed out.
And then you guys were getting here now, so I figured...
Did you go and come back?
He didn't take us to the Grand Canyon.
He detached the trailer and stole my car!
- Really? - Yeah!
The weird thing is that Mac had cleared him as a security risk.
Did an ocular pat-down on him. Amazing, right?
- You cleared him, Mac? - I cleared him.
- God damn it! - I thought he was clear!
He wasn't clear! I'm calling the cops.
I thought Mac cleared him. I didn't think there'd be a problem.
- I don't know how... - I had a good time on the trip.
Looking on the bright side of things. All right?
Let's drink some beers, man. I'm hung-over as shit.
- Absolutely, man. - Little hair of the dog.
That was the closest I ever got to being out of Philly, man.
- All right, cheers. - Cheers, you guys.
- Texas. Oops. - State game?
- Ohio. - Rhode Island.
- Nice. - Uh, Detroit.
Nope. That's not a state. Drink.
- Milwaukee! - Jesus H. Christ.