mrs. klupner. [camera clicking] timmy, why don't you go to sleep, huh?re we go, good boy, there we go. [upbeat music] [man singing in spanish] ♪ [spits] raul! [shouting in spanish] who the hell put this [...] in my beer cooler? jesus christ. stupid people. i got to change the oil. rudy. yo, rudy, here, boy. hey, rudy. [loud crash] i don't believe this. guys, this is the problem with american cars. come on, help me put this crap together, and we'll get out of here. [beer can pops and fizzes] (man) the police concert's sold out. my customers are gonna kill me. ah, screw that. ah, screw sting. hi, guys. how's it going? we're all right. how are you, you animal? great. i'm a dead man. [phone rings] hello, concert tickets. what? you're kidding. boy george has a yeast infection? he's canceling? you know what this is going to cost me? hey do me a favor. don't call me again, okay? let's get out of here. [phone rings] i told you not to call me again. you're full of [...]. eat my [...]. oh, hi, mom. no, no, no, i didn't know it was you. right, eggs and milk. ma. ma

mrs. klupner. [camera clicking] timmy, why don't you go to sleep, huh?e go, good boy, there we go. [upbeat music] [man singing in spanish] ♪