ARE WE ON FOR TONIGHT?"

[sighs] Jeez.

What, you can't catch me.

You can't catch me.

I'm Lance Moore. Touchdown bitch.

What? Pause.

[phone chimes]

Oh shoot.

Keegan's been texting me.

-"SORRY, DUDE, MISSED YOUR TEXTS.

I ASSUMED WE'D MEET AT THE BAR.

WHATEVER. I DON'T CARE."

[phone chimes]

- "SORRY, DUDE, MISSED YOUR TEXTS.

I ASSUMED WE'D MEET AT THE BAR.

WHATEVER. I DON'T CARE."

"WHATEVER. I DON'T CARE"?

What the fuck is his problem?

-"DO YOU EVEN WANT TO HANG OUT?"

- "DO YOU EVEN WANT TO HANG OUT?"

Oh, that's considerate.

-"LIKE I SAID, WHATEVER."

- "LIKE I SAID, WHATEVER"?

Fuck this guy.

Jesus -"YOU..."

- ARE FUCKING PRICELESS."

Aww. "YOU'RE THE..."

-ONE WHO'S FUCKING PRICELESS"?

This m...

This motherfucker here.

Oh, He wants to... Okay, mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

-"YOU WANT TO GO...

- RIGHT NOW?"

Hmm.

Guess I could do that.

[clears throat]

-"OKAY..."

- "OKAY, LET'S GO"?

He said Oka... -"OKAY, LET'S GO"?

All right, You know what?

You know what? "YOU WANT TO REALLY..."

- DO THIS NOW?" Keegan, you nut.

You're not putting me out.

- "FUCK YEAH, LET'S DO IT"?

Oh you fucking asshole!

- "FIRST ROUND'S MINE."

Oh, no! Oh, no!

There ain't gonna be no rounds, asshole!

It’s gonna be a fuching streat fight!

This son of a bi...

- ♪ 'CAUSE TONIGHT WE GONNA PARTY AND THE PARTY DON'T STOP ♪

YOU!

BUDDY!

Like I said, first round's mine.

A beer and a gimlet for my partner right...

What's that?

Uh, I-I got you a baseball bat with nails in it.

For my post-apocalyptic Jackie Robinson costume.

How did you know?