to remove you and your...

sidekick here from the premises permanently.

Hey, why am l his sidekick? How do you know he's not my sidekick?

[ T.S. ] You're nothin' but a lot of talk in a badge.

Rene! Get Jay and Silent Bob! Please!

- Hurry! - Did somebody call your name?

Um... look, l have to go to the bathroom. Wait here, okay.

Hey, anything for you, babe. lt's your day.

- Thanks. - [ Pats Bottom ]

What you need is a fatty, boombatty blunt.

Then l guarantee you'd see a sailboat, an ocean...

and maybe some of them big-titted mermaids doin' some of that lesbian shit.

Look at me, you sloppy bitch!

- [ Panting ] - Dude, you are a mad chick magnet.

Uh... T.S., Brodie, security guards. [ Panting ]

Under arrest! They need help! Go!

[ Panting ]

Wow, a sailboat.

- Brenda? - Dick!

This is illegal. You can't arrest us for nothing.

Oh, all right. l believe when Mr. LaFours...

turns us over to the police, the bag of contraband he's found on our persons...

will give them more than enough reason to keep us locked up for the duration of the show.

lsn't that right, Mr. LaFours?

- [ Banging ] - [ Groans ]

Come, son of Jor-El. Kneel before Zod!

Snootchy bootchies. [ Laughing Hysterically ]

[ Both Groaning ]

- Vulcan nerve pinch? - That was close!

- What about that stink palm? He even licked his hand. - We gotta disappear.

They're gonna be looking for us.

Thank you, man. We owe you one.

- You wanna hide. l know just the place. - Let's just go!

-Don't l even get to wash my hand first? -Brodie!

What the shit are we gonna do?

[ Vibrating ]

Aaah!

Yeah. Come on, we're fucked. They're right behind us. Come on.

Yeah! Badass! Yeah!