JB: Let's
kick it. I'll say kick it and you'll just kick it with a tasty groove, okay?
1, 2, 3, kick it. Kick it....
Come on
God dammit GOD KYLE! COULD YOU ONE TIME KICK IT WHAT THE FUCK?
KG:
Jack, don't put it all on me! I been sittin' here, waitin'!
JB: Okay. We've got a crucial,
clutch-
cargo gig coming up, Kyle.
You
COCKSUCKER. You don't give a shit! And I've been sitting around gettin' sick of yer attitude!
You
FUCKER! YA FUCKIN' BITCH!
KG: I don't think I like YOUR attitude!
JB:
YOU FUCKER!
KG: You know what? I quit!
*sound of door slamming*
*sound of JB weeping*