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( screams )

 

The tower.

 

( footsteps continue )

 

Is that a dildo?

 

( screams )

 

- ( crowd cheering )
- man: Can you feel that?

 

You better hold on.
This one's about to get bumpy.

 

¢Ü give me a hell,
give me a yeah ¢Ü

 

¢Ü hell yeah ¢Ü

 

¢Ü stand up right now ¢Ü

 

¢Ü give me a hell,
give me a yeah ¢Ü

 

¢Ü stand up right now,
right now ¢Ü

 

¢Ü give me a hell,
give me a yeah ¢Ü

 

¢Ü stand up right now. ¢Ü

 

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Radon:
Why? 'cause one bowl a day
is not gonna kill you.

 

Hey. That was pathetic.

 

What do you guys call
that shit out there, huh?

 

- Uh, winning?
- No, that's not winning.
That's hanging on by a pube.

 

He's such a wordsmith.

 

Lucky for us, we have
a bye week coming up.

 

Now I suggest you all
reflect a little bit,

 

think about what you need to do
to become a better football player.

 

Thad, in my office now!

 

- Uh-oh.
- I can't believe it's finally here.

 

- The bye week party.
- We have a party every week.

 

No no no, not like this. No, the
bye week party goes on for days.

 

Yeah, I mean,
aside from Mardi Gras,

 

Homecoming,
Marathon Monday,

 

Halloween, New Years,
St. Patty's day and Spring break,

 

it's the only thing I have to
look forward to anymore.

 

Where the hell was
your head today?

 

You missed calls.
You missed tackles.

 

You almost blew
the game for us.

 

- I got a lot on my mind, coach.
- Like what?

 

I'm thinking about leaving B.M.S.
a year early to go pro.

 

Oh. Well, that's a tough choice--

 

To stay with the people
who groomed and nurtured you,

 

or to abandon them for a bunch
of superficial money.

 

I wanna show you something.

 

I like to keep this close
to me all the time.

 

That's the day
you named me captain.

 

It's kind of embarrassing,

 

but I've always had this crazy notion

 

that because you lost your dad

 

and my son is a grade-a shitbird--

 

Well, I always thought of you

 

as the son I wish I had.

 

Now I don't want that to influence
your decision at all.

 

It won't, dad.

 

Please don't call me dad.

 

( chuckles )

 

Ooh-ooh!
Bye week party!

 

Radon's in the house!

 

I said, "ooh-ooh!"

 

Thad:
I cancelled
the bye week party.

 

( sighs )
Wait, what? You did what?

 

I need time to reflect
on my future--

 

Whether or not to stay here
another year at B.M.S. or go pro?

 

Dude, that's an easy decision, man.

 

Go pro. Make that dough.
Now where are the girls?

 

Agreed. Go.
Why don't you go pro?

 

I don't know what to do.

 

- Just get out of here.
- Why would you cancel
the bye week party?

 

Sammy:
You don't even
know my name.

 

Harmon:
Vision quest!

 

You need to go on
an apache vision quest.

 

It's a journey into the inner mind,

 

a spiritual awakening.

 

It's how I figured out
which school to go to.

 

I went into the woods
and five days later

 

a little spider with
the face of Jeff Goldblum said,

 

"go to B.M.S.."

 

It's a sacred tradition.

 

Hell, even Jesus went
on a vision quest--

 

40 days in the desert.

 

- I don't have 40 days.
- Of course you don't.

 

That's what drugs are for.
Somebody get my suitcase.

 

All right, number one, mushrooms--

 

Those'll open the door part way.

 

Number two, black matilda,

 

otherwise known as peyote.

 

A little bit of that and that door
will swing wide open for you.

 

And then...

 

ayahuasca,

 

a special blend of shrubs
from the venezuelan jungle.

 

This shit won't just open the door.

 

It'll blow the goddamn hinges off.

 

I also had some D.M.T. in here,

 

but I may have done that
on the weekend.

 

Now we can just mix up
some turpentine--

 

What did you just do?

 

What?

 

That was enough drugs

 

to last all of us the rest of the week.

 

I got a lot to think about.

 

Okay, we have to leave.

 

- I wanna see what happens.
- No, you don't.

 

We gotta lock all
the doors and the windows

 

and pack up everything that
could be traced back to us.

 

- Really?
- Now! Come on.

 

I think I can handle a few plants!

 

( vomiting )

 

I'm okay, I'm okay.

 

( wood creaks )

 

( glass shatters )

 

Hello?

 

- Anyone there?
- Shit!

 

Shit. I'm late for the party.

 

I canceled the party.

 

Not that party, you idiot.
The real party in the woods.

 

- Who are you?
- I'm the spirit of B.M.S.! Ooh-ooh!

 

Are you here to help me
make sense of my life?

 

I don't make sense, son.
I make dollars.

 

If you wanna make sense of your life,
you gotta get to the tower.

 

- What tower?
- The friggin' tower in the woods.

 

Jesus! Listen, you just gotta
go to it, okay?

 

That's all I know.
You're gonna need this.

 

Okay? Take it.

 

Lube? What's this for?

 

Is something bad gonna happen?

 

Johnny friggin' questions over here.
You're gonna need it. Trust me, okay?

 

I've got to get to the party. I'm late.

 

Wait. How do I get to the tower?

 

( bird caws )

 

Do I go this way?!

 

Hello?

 

Hello?

 

I'm looking for a tower.

 

Radon? Oh, thank God.

 

There's a chinese guy in the woods.
He's been eyeballing me.

 

Shut up and listen.

 

Radon the incomparable
has spoken.

 

There's something
I need to show you.

 

- What is it?
- Just a little something called

 

your future.

 

Boy #1:
Get out of my way,
dick face.

 

Boy #2:
No, you get out
of my way, dick face.

 

No, you get out
of my way, dick face.

 

No, you get out
of my way, dick face.

 

Brad, Chad,

 

both of you shut your dick faces up!

 

- Daddy's watching tv!
- Mom.

 

Kids, you heard your father.
Shut your dick faces.

 

Both the clown and the pony were
pronounced dead at the scene. So sad.

 

In other news, Thad Castle signed
a record-breaking deal today

 

for $10 billion, a pro football record.

 

It's a good thing he left
B.M.S. a year early to go pro.

 

Ding.
( click )

 

There's only one thing that
can quench my monster thirst,

 

and that's Thad Cola.

 

So what's the deal with airplane food?

 

It tastes shitty, right?
( audience laughing )

 

It's good thing
you left B.M.S. a year early.

 

Otherwise, you would have
been hurt by that tornado

 

that wiped out the entire campus.

 

God damn it, Stacy,

 

sometimes I wish
I'd been in that tornado,

 

then I wouldn't have to listen
to you yap all day!

 

( shouting )
Get me another Thad.

 

March, woman!

 

And make me a ham sandwich.

 

I'm gonna marry Stacy Keibler?

 

Yep, but you have to go pro.
It's your destiny.

 

There's gonna be people
trying to stop you.

 

Don't trust anyone.

 

How do I know I can trust you?

 

You just have to trust me.

 

Fair enough.

 

Here, take this with you.

 

Don't open it.
Now's not the time.

 

- When then?
- Listen, this is very important.

 

There will come a time when--

 

( loud rumbling )

 

Oh, shit! They heard us.

 

Oh, no, they're gonna
try and stop you.

 

- What are you talking about?
- Run, Thad!

 

Get to the tower.

 

¢Ü your vision is dominated by
a cheerleader's breast ¢Ü

 

¢Ü yo, we're not gay, homie,
is you hooked on phonics? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü even if at times our actions
may seem homoerotic ¢Ü

 

¢Ü yo, bitch, it's Larry, with smoother
moves than Barry Sanders... ¢Ü

 

Hey, you made it! Wow!
What took you so long, buddy?

 

Welcome to the best party ever.

 

I can't party.
I gotta get to the tower.

 

- Mojito?
- My fave.

 

- Would you like a massage?
- Shit, yeah!

 

Is this what the lube is for?

 

Both:
It is now.

 

Hey, great vision quest, man.
I just banged the tooth fairy

 

on a bearskin rug.
Yeah, she's wild.

 

- Sweet!
- Thad.

 

Hey, Thad, you can't
be here, all right?

 

You know, this place
will swallow you in.

 

You gotta keep going on your quest.

 

Oh, shit, my vision quest!
( thunder crashes )

 

You're not on a quest
anymore, Mr. Castle.

 

You're home.

 

No no no no. He's gonna go pro.

 

What if he's not
good enough to go pro?

 

As if.

 

Oh, it happens all the time.

 

A great college athlete turns pro

 

only to realize he just can't
compete at the next level.

 

That's not gonna happen to him.

 

Well, why risk it?

 

When you could just stay at B.M.S.

 

and be a legend.

 

- A legend?
- Uh-huh.

 

Don't listen to her.
Don't listen to her.

 

A legend.
You don't want to leave us.

 

It's safe here.

 

Now go to sleep, little boy,

 

and dream about a world

 

with no pain.

 

No pain.

 

Lube's gone.

 

Must have been a good night.

 

How long have I been asleep?

 

Where has my life gone?

 

I'm old.
I've accomplished nothing.

 

- Don't go.
- We're so happy together.

 

Goodbye, cheerleaders.
I'll visit you each in my dreams

 

and do really
awesome stuff to you.

 

( kids shouting )

 

My 10th birthday party.

 

These presents are crap.

 

You a-wipes should
learn how to shop.

 

Oh, great.
A present from grandma.

 

( wrapping paper rips )

 

It's beautiful.

 

You didn't mess it up this time,
grandma. I love you.

 

- God, I was such an adorable kid.
- You still are.

 

Dad?

 

What are you doing, Thad?

 

This football team is your family.

 

But if I go pro,
I'll make a billion dollars

 

and I'll get to bone Stacy Keibler.

 

That's a solid argument.

 

I've missed you so much.

 

And don't worry.
I've kept Oksana safe.

 

That's good. A brother must
take care of his sister.

 

Oksana's not my sister.
Oksana is my pocket pussy.

 

It used to be yours.

 

What the hell is a pocket pussy?

 

You're not my dad.

 

- ( laughing maniacally )
- ( thunder crashing )

 

Good to see you, son.

 

( screaming )

 

- ( screaming )
- ( thudding footsteps )

 

You think you can leave me?

 

I made you.

 

Nobody leaves me.

 

You're staying at B.M.S. forever.

 

Larry, Radon!

 

Quick, follow me.

 

Don't trust him.

 

Think about your future, Thad.

 

Larry:
We're running out
of time. Let's go.

 

No, it's a trap.

 

Radon:
Remember the box.

 

( roaring )

 

I knew I should have put some
wheels on this thing.

 

( kisses )

 

Larry, you tricked me!

 

I didn't have a choice. I want you
to stay at B.M.S. with me.

 

Forever.

 

- What?
- You're one of us, Thad.

 

- No!
- You're one of us.

 

One of us.

 

One of us!

 

Oksana!

 

No, his pocket pussy,

 

the source of all his power!

 

( rumbling )

 

The tower.

 

Don't let him get away.

 

Is that a dildo?

 

Somebody let me in. Help!

 

Do I jack it off?

 

Man:
What the hell are you doing?

 

I'm trying to open the door.

 

Use the pocket pussy.

 

It's too dry.
It's too dry!

 

Shit, bro, I don't know.

 

The lube, the lube.

 

Oh, shit, it's almost gone.

 

Okay.

 

Come on.

 

There he is!

 

- ( bangs )
- ( growls )

 

( lock clicks )

 

( growling )

 

Thad:
Hello?

 

Hello?

 

Guys?

 

What are you doing here?

 

I came here for answers,
not a douche bag convention.

 

And you found answers, Thad.

 

- Thad.
- Hello, Thad.

 

Oh, man.

 

Now I'm more confused
than I was before I started.

 

Thad #2:
Are you, Thad?

 

Look back on your journey.
In all that you've been through
and all that you've seen,

 

what was the only true moment?

 

My birthday party.

 

That jersey was the greatest
present I ever got.

 

It made me love
my grandma again.

 

B.M.S. is not just
your home or your family.

 

It's you. It's in your heart.

 

It was there when you were 10,
it's there now

 

and it'll be there when you're 90.

 

No one can predict
the future.

 

Listen to your heart.
What is it telling you?

 

Two doors, two futures.

 

The choice is yours.

 

Harmon:
The drugs should
have worn off by now.

 

He should be fine...

 

or very very dead.

 

- Thad.
- ( muffled ) Help me!

 

Get me out of here.

 

Thad:
You were there.
And you. And you.

 

And you.

 

And you showed me my future
from a wooden box,

 

I had my own
stand up comedy special.

And there was this tower in the woods
with a dildo for a doorknob

 

and I tried to open it
with my mouth,

 

but this chinese guy from the woods
told me to use my pocket pussy instead.

 

I met myself on the other side.

 

Wow! At least one of us got to party.
So what did you decide?

 

Yeah, man.
You're going pro, right?

 

You're staying another year, right?

 

I really thought about this
hard from every side,

 

but ultimately I realized

 

- B.M.S. means everything to me.
- Man!

 

But then I remembered
that I get to marry

 

Stacy Keibler if I go pro,

 

- so I'm going pro.
- Yes!

 

Plus, Larry, you were
a huge prick to me

 

and so were the coaches.

 

- But that was just a dream.
- Whatevs.

 

You guys are all jerks.

 

Good luck in the tornado
next year, a-holes.

 

Sync by Alex1969
www.addic7ed.com