hi, ted, glad you could make it. what? what does punctuality have to do with love?
72.1 million. you okay, champ?
bitch!
maybe, maybe not, but i don't give a flyin' fuck either way. i've had it with that machiavellian bitch! i'm too drunk to drive home. i'm sorry about that, i'm real sorry about that. i got drunk on new year's eve, cut my fuckin' head off.  what's going on here?
noooo, you're gonna do it?
you guys ain't bullshittin', you're gonna really go for it?
you are one radical dude.
chester, your way of breaking the news to him gently is scarin' the shit outta him.
if it'll please the court, let me explain to ted our intentions.
thank you. ted, did you ever watch the old "alfred hitchcock show"?
did you ever see the episode the man from rio, with peter lorre and steve mcqueen?
oh, you'd remember it all right. in the show, peter lorre makes a bet that steve mcqueen can't light his cigarette lighter ten times in a row. now if steve mcqueen can light his cigarette lighter ten times in a row, he wins peter lorre's new car. if he can't he loses his little finger. norman and chester just made the same bet. norman's putting up his pinky against chester's mint convertible, 1964 red convertible chevy corvelle that he can light his zippo ten times in a row.
and chester replies.
why not? life don't get much more exciting than this. i mean if norman was puttin' his dick on the choppin' block, i'd step in, 'cause, ya know in the morning, we'd really regret that. but his pinky? who gives a fuck? i mean theoretically, he could lose that choppin' onions tomorrow. life still goes on.
eighty percent.
ted, you're gonna do whatever you want to do. we're just askin' you to indulge us for another minute more. and chester's willin' to pay for it.
you got it. gentlemen, start your engines.
begin!
time!