The only difference between you and them is a coupla drinks
Jim Lahey: The liquor are calling the shots Randy.
Jim Lahey: Randy, I've decided to lay off the food for a bit, and go on the booze.
Bubbles: Something's not right... something's fucky.
Bubbles: It's not the best way to be covert, to be honest, to have a fucking camera crew following you around. Think we would have figured that out by now.
[Watching Randy cross-dressing]::Julian: He's a pretty good dancer though.::Bubbles: That's an odd thing to say, Julian...
J-Roc: Ga'head with ya striped shaved head. It's whack, dog, and I aint feelin' it!::Bubbles: I know it is.
Ricky: Do you ever get your head where it just won't shut up and it's talking to itself, 'yap yap yap'. Fuck! What is that?::Bubbles: Thinkin', Ricky. You're thinkin'!::Ricky: That's all that is?
Plot
It has been one year since the successful "train ride" in Maine, and Ricky, Julian and Bubbles are about to become rich. On the eve of dividing up the money, the Boys are ambushed by Sam Losco, and the money is lost forever. Ray is back living in the dump, the Boys are penniless once again, and Ricky has to deal with Randy raising "baby" Randy with Lucy. Meanwhile, Lahey hatches a greasy plan involving "dirty dancing" to get the Boys out of Sunnyvale for a good, long time.
Keywords: alcohol-abuse, alcoholic, alcoholic-cop, alcoholism, based-on-cult-tv-series, bologna, bootlegging, dance, delorean, disgruntled-customer
Bubbles: [Sweaty Randy sits in Julian's chair and leave a sweat outline in the chair] Oh my sweet Jesus. You might get it out with baking soda but the stink, you'll never get that out!
J-Roc: [to Randy] Oh my Christ know what I'm saying? You combo, battle-star gwactica, onion ring, flux capacitor.::Tyrone 'T': It's back to the slimfast.
Bubbles: Mr. Leahy expects me to take care of all the food. Take a guess what it is? Fucking bologna sandwiches. I don't know whether I'm interested in all this fucking dirty dancing bologna sandwich stuff. Fuck bologna sandwiches. Fucking bologna sandwiches.
Randy: Things with Phil Collins didn't turn out too rosy. Fucking walrus! Sure, I was high all the time, but he ate just as much as I did, maybe more. Shut the fuck up Phil, can't you see I'm doing an interview!::Phil Collins: I had to fire Randall from the Dirty Burger partnership cause he was baked all the fucking time! Sweaty bitch was high!
Bubbles: We just mind our own business down here at the dump. Nobody comes down here fucking with anybody. I'm just bottling liquor... that's my job. Paid by the hour, no bullshit. Bottling Ray's Good Liquor. It's a dirty, sassy liquor. Ahhh... so sassy.
Randy: [Randy on walkie talkie to Mr. Leahy] This is Randy, come in.::Jim Lahey: [Mr. Leahy not pressing walkie talkie, filling a watermelon with Vodka] Randy I heard you bud I'll be over in a minute.::Randy: Come in Mr. Leahy, come in.::Jim Lahey: [Mr. Leahy now pressing walike talkie button] Randy I copy you I'll be over in second bud, I'm busy right now. Can I wear your cowboy boots bud?
Ricky: What the fuck is going on in there, you OK?::Julian: Ah fuck. Cover me my gun's jammed.::Ricky: Sam you're about to get your empty fucking cave head full of bullets.::Sam Lasco: With a pellet gun Ricky? Put the fucking thing down right now.::Ricky: It's Bubble's pellet gun Sam. That's all I got.::Sam Lasco: Fine. Put it down. And bring me that sandwich.::Ricky: I'm not giving you my fucking sandwich.
Ricky: [Ricky to Randy who's holding his baby] You can't feed a baby onion rings.::Randy: I didn't know, sorry.::Ricky: And what the fuck is all... oh my God you got sweat and grease all over him::Lucy: That's great. Thanks.
Ricky: God love Randy he's fucking trying, but he's smoking way too much dope. When I smoked the mosted dope in my like it was 5, 10 grams a day and he's smoking 10, 15 grams a day and it dumbs him out. It's way too much for him he's not that smart as it goes anyway.
Bubbles: [Bringing a towel to Ray who's taking a bath in a dumpster] What happened to your neck Ray?::Ray: Fucking gulls are biting like crazy Bubs.::Bubbles: The gulls are biting?::Ray: Seagulls::Bubbles: Seagulls are nipping at ya?::Ray: Yeah, I got bit twice yesterday by one fucker.::Bubbles: My God that's greasy.::Ray: Sometimes life is greasy Bubbles.
Plot
Set in a separate storyline not related to the "Trailer Park Boys" Television show, but with the same lovable characters. The boys get arrested for robbing an ATM machine and spend 18 months in jail. When the get out, they decide to pull off "The Big Dirty" which is to steal a large amount of coins because they are untraceable and quit their life of crime forever.
Keywords: actor-shares-first-name-with-character, alcoholism, based-on-cult-tv-series, based-on-tv-series, black-comedy, body-double, breaking-the-fourth-wall, breast-implant, breathalyzer, canada
The greasiest movie of the year!
Big Plans. Little Brains.
You'll never guess who just got out of jail...
[from trailer]::Bubbles: We're going to have to play ourselves boys. I'm going have to be to be Bubbles in the movie.::Julian: These people are terrible.::Ricky: What if I want to be Bubbles?::Julian: You're going to play yourself. Think, okay. You're going to be Ricky.::Bubbles: Now you're being a dick right now. You do just that.
Lucy: Ricky, I don't love Sonny.::Ricky: I don't love him either. I think he's a fucking dick.
Bubbles: [after Lucy flashes her implants to the crowd] What a greasy horror show...
Ricky: Fuck this court. Fuck Jim Lahey. Fuck Randy. Fuck those two idiot cops right there. Fuck suit dummies; as a matter of fact fuck legal aid. Fuck Danny and Terry's Buffalo Chicken Wings. Fuck all the old wood in here. Fuck the moon, fuck corn on the cob, fuck squirrels. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck everything!
Bubbles: [to Julian, while he's talking to Ricky on his cell phone] Should you be on the phone with him if he's masturbating?
Ricky: Fuck you, Lahey!
Bubbles: Boys do you think there's something fucking wrong with ten thousand people seeing us doing this and taking picrtues, maybe?
Bubbles: Delicate Ricky, delicate... Thats blue dye under pressure! That whore blows and we all look like those blue, bald headed dicks that beat the drums.
Bubbles: [terrified & being chased by a police chopper] THERES A HELLACOCKSUCKER BEHIND US!
Ricky: I knew it. You're attracted to Julian.::Donny: I'm not attracted to Julian, I'm attracted to his- [stops himself, clears throat] I'm not attracted to Julian.
Philip David Charles "Phil" Collins, LVO (born 30 January 1951) is an English singer-songwriter, drummer, pianist and actor best known as a drummer and vocalist for British progressive rock group Genesis and as a solo artist.
Collins sang the lead vocals on several chart hits in the United Kingdom and the United States between 1975 and 2010, either as a solo artist or with Genesis. His singles, sometimes dealing with lost love, ranged from the drum-heavy "In the Air Tonight", dance pop of "Sussudio", piano-driven "Against All Odds", to the political statements of "Another Day in Paradise".
Collins's professional music career began as a drummer, originally in a band called The Real Thing with Andrea Bertorelli, who later became his first wife. Collins played drums and shared lead vocals (with Brian Chatton) in Flaming Youth which recorded one album, (Ark II). In 1970, he took over drums for Genesis, which had already recorded two albums. In Genesis, Collins originally supplied backing vocals for front man Peter Gabriel, singing lead on only two songs: "For Absent Friends" from 1971's Nursery Cryme album and "More Fool Me" from Selling England by the Pound, which was released in 1973. Following Gabriel's departure in 1975, Collins became the group's lead singer.