Brews Brothers (2020) s01e05 Episode Script

[both snoring]
[footsteps approaching]
- What are you guys doing outside?
- Oh, uh [sniffles]
During the fight, I must've lost my key
and maybe a tooth.
Well, you can check the lost and found.
There's an upsetting amount of teeth.
- Hey, Sarah.
- [Sarah] What?
Shh.
[quietly] Oh, I'm so sorry.
- [shouts] Ready to go inside?
- [laughs]
I don't know why you're laughing.
Remember yesterday,
when we were deciding
between cleaning up right away
or doing it in the morning
and fucking our future selves?
Well, legs up, man-bitches.
[keys jangle]
- Maybe it's better than we remember.
- [lock clicks]
[ominous choir music plays]
- [bell tolls]
- Motherfucker.
[sighs] Thank God.
It's better than I remember.
[theme music plays]
[bottle pops open]
[sniffs, gags]
Why does it smell like vomit?
Oh, my God, why are you pushing puke
across the floor?
Oh, uh, when I mop,
I like to use a "raking leaves" method.
- First, I get everything into a big pile
- And then what? You jump in it?
Chuy, clean it up
before you make us all vomit. [gags]
- Oh, boy.
- Oh, aim for the pile.
- [grunts] Thank you.
- [Adam] Morning.
How can you eat that?
'Cause it's delicious.
It was made
by the lovely and delicate hands of Becky.
[calming instrumental music plays]
How can you eat a burrito
with the rancid smell of puke in the air?
[inhaling]
- [Sarah gags]
- [Wilhelm] Oh.
[sniffs]
- I'm not detecting anything.
- No, that's impossible.
Adam's nose is incredibly sensitive.
When we were kids,
our parents made me eat cereal dry
because he was repulsed
by the smell of milk.
Milk. That's right.
And you should be thanking me for that
'cause milk is disgusting.
- It's literally an animal's bodily fluids.
- Animal's bodily fluids, I know.
[Adam] You remember!
I mean, if a horse ejaculated
in your Crunch Berries,
- would you eat that?
- [Sarah] Okay.
You probably lost your sense of smell
because you got hit in the nose
last night.
[sniffs] Oh, shit!
Shit, you're right.
This is
- This is a tragedy.
- Yeah, it is.
We have that beer tasting competition
this weekend,
and you and your magical nose
were supposed to represent Rodman's.
No. Nothing.
I can't taste or smell a goddamn thing,
and it's all your fault.
No, I did not hit you on purpose.
I was trying to protect you.
- We have to drop out.
- [Wilhelm] No.
We need free publicity for the brewery.
I was gonna teach those commoners
what a divine palate can really do.
- Huh.
- While representing Rodman's.
The rest of that sentence should be,
"While representing Rodman's."
For once in your life,
something is not not about me, okay?
I can't do it. Not like this.
Not with my instrument damaged.
- Oh, your "instrument"?
- Uh-huh.
[Sarah] Jesus, what a prick.
How am I gonna show these brewmasters
how bad they are if I can't beat them?
- [Sarah] Mm.
- Those monks ruined me, okay?
They're just a bunch of Belgian frat boys
in bathrobes.
[groans]
Good morning. Mm!
- The smell of the morning's so delicious.
- [Sarah] No! I would not step there!
- [Wilhelm groans]
- Great party last night.
A little tame,
but still not bad for American standards.
Truffle, what are you doing here?
Your brothers left hours ago.
They left without me?
Yes. Can you get in touch with them?
Oh, I don't have a phone.
I don't even have pockets.
My belt is a rope.
Actually, that reminds me,
there is approximately one to two truffles
still trapped in my anus.
I started with seven, ejected six.
I think there's one left.
[grunts] Uh, yeah. Confirmed.
Uh, one handheld mirror, please,
and one chopstick.
Preferably a PF Chang chopstick.
They're made of elm.
[swallows, smacks lips]
- It's good. It's cold.
- Ugh! It's "good"?
It's "cold"?
I mean, you're
you're not a toddler describing Froyo.
You didn't let me finish.
It smells like daisy root.
It strictly does not.
What do you know? You can't smell shit.
But I can still smell fear,
and you reek of it.
How are you not picking up
on hints of dying embers and petrichor?
I don't know what that means,
and you don't have to go
full sommelier on me.
- Sommelier?
- Yeah.
[chuckles] A sommelier has it so easy.
There is one ingredient in wine,
and it's grapes.
Are you picking up on
the variety of beer flavors?
Do you taste ripe gooseberry?
That's a trick question.
I know ripe gooseberry.
There's no ripe gooseberry in this.
- How do you know ripe gooseberry?
- I know ripe gooseberry.
- [Adam] You had it?
- Yeah.
- I 100%
- A hundred percent?
One thousand percent,
I've had ripe gooseberry.
That's not how percentages work.
A hundred is enough.
If you'd had ripe gooseberry,
you would know exactly when,
where, and how it was.
Regardless, you can't replace me.
- What about Chuy?
- Chuy?
[Adam] I admire his dedication.
He's been working round the clock
since he heard about this competition.
- He's gonna drink that. Ugh.
- [belches]
[Adam] As much as it pains me to say,
he might not be ready.
What about the the girl?
- Sarah?
- Uh
No, she's underage.
Unless a miracle happens, we are screwed.
This little dude was buried
deeper than a Thai soccer player
after a flash flood.
- Ew. Why did I
- [Truffle] Whew.
That was a lot of work,
and now I am parched. [chuckles]
Look at this. Lord provides.
Mm.
[smacks lips] Yummy.
Dying embers combined
with the earthy scent of petrichor.
Whew, God is truly great.
Yes, he truly is.
Hey, Truffle, quick question.
Would you mind pushing your trip back
and maybe coming
to this beer tasting contest with us?
Sorry, I actually have to be back
at the monastery.
It's the Festival of Saint Martin,
and we have a beer pong tournament
against Chimay.
- [laughs] He's busy.
- As fun as that sounds,
you could stay here
and, you know, help us out.
- [Truffle] Um
- He said he can't do it, so
Uh, both of you want me to stay?
Because I'm getting mixed messages
from smoky-eyed Colin Hanks.
- [Wilhelm] We both would like you to stay.
- I would like to hear him say it.
I want you to stay.
Yes! Oh, that really works out.
I actually have a full itinerary planned
of sightseeing and everything.
In exchange for my services to you,
I would like one ticket
for the Harry Potter ride
at Universal Studios.
I'm House Slytherin.
- You wish you were.
- Excuse me. What?
Nothing. I said,
"Please let us buy your ticket."
Great! Because I would really like
the VIP front-of-line pass.
Goes without saying.
Oh, and some walking around money
as well.
- And a phone. Oh, and pockets! Pockets.
- [Adam] No.
- [Adam] Mm.
- [Truffle] Cool.
- Hey, does this belong to anybody?
- That is mine, actually.
[sniffs, smacks lips] Oh!
Gooseberries. Nice one.
[Adam groans]
Joke's on him. I had that in my mouth
the whole time.
- Hey.
- Hi.
You guys closed?
I was hoping to have one of Becky's
world-famous breakfast burritos.
Oh, I make those.
Hmm. Great. So where is Becky?
Oh, hiding somewhere, probably.
It's that time of the month.
She always makes me clean out the gunk.
- What?
- Sewage clean-out day.
- [Adam chuckles nervously]
- Menses are beautiful and nutritious.
But, yeah, Becky probably ghosted,
which is a bummer
because it is a two-person job.
Okay. Well, good luck to you.
- I'll see you later.
- Thanks, man.
[Adam] You know what?
- Why don't I help you?
- You sure?
The smell's pretty gross.
Ah, I can't smell anything,
so it's perfect.
Okay, great. Uh, keep this straight.
I'm gonna make sure
it doesn't detach from the truck.
Great.
You know I-I feel for you.
The fact that you gotta do this job alone.
I don't really have a dog in this fight.
I'm gonna stop you right there, buddy.
You can't fight dogs.
- No
- [Elvis] People can fight each other
- It's an idiom.
- and dogs can fight dogs,
but when people make dogs fight?
We don't even know if they want to.
Totally agree with you.
What I was gonna say was,
and I'm just kinda thinking out loud here,
but maybe you and Becky should break up.
Like, just as an outsider,
it seems kinda like she's not as committed
to the relationship as you are.
Thank you so much
for that deeply, purely motivated concern,
but Becky is very committed.
- We even have matching guiches.
- [Adam] Guiche?
For real? Uh, that's, like, a
Isn't that a-a stein from Normandy?
Whoa, that's crazy.
'Cause it's also a row of small piercings.
In our case, little hoops along the taint.
- Ugh.
- [Elvis] Told you the smell was bad.
- Yeah, the yeah, the smell.
- [Elvis] I'm gonna open the valve.
- [valve squeaks]
- Hey, is this legal?
Oh, yeah, it's all-natural,
and it just sort of empties out
into the Pacific.
I can't help but notice that the valve
isn't connected to anything,
and there's no drainage.
Yeah, you caught me in a lie.
It's just gonna be on the street.
The ocean is beautiful,
and this street is gross.
- [metal clinking]
- [Adam] Yeah, it's Van Nuys.
That's what that sound is?
I always thought you guys had a cat.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I miss clean-out day?
- You know you did, silly.
- Oh. [grunts softly]
Mm-kay.
[sewage sloshing]
Oh, wow,
it smells like the ocean out here.
[metal clinking]
I thought it was, like, a really fast cat.
[indistinct chatter]
Guys, check it out!
It is a single-elimination round of 16.
You go up against a taster
from another brewery.
Whoever the judges feel
describes the beer best advances.
[sniffing] Hm, hm, hm.
I'm getting hints of douchiness
mixed with subtle notes of celibacy
and, ooh
[sniffs]desperation.
God, I love this event! Whoo!
Hold on, let me stop you right there.
How are we gonna do this?
Should I download everything I know
into you in a one-hour conversation?
- No, no, no, I've got a plan.
- Great. I'm happy to hear it.
Half of us will wait in the restroom line.
The other half will wait
in the cerveza line,
and we will continue to switch locations.
If we time this perfectly,
it will become an endless cycle
of imbibing and urinating.
Our bodies will be just like meat tubes
where the divine nectar passes through.
Like a beer festival human centipede?
[in German] Yeah, a human centipede.
- [in English] What? What?
- What?
- [Truffle chuckles] Tight.
- [Chuy] Tight.
[sighs] I gotta get back in this thing.
[Sarah] Yes!
It's the who's who of the LA beer world,
and we are a part of it.
Oh, yeah, we are. Oh!
No, that wristband is just to get you in,
my little underage friend.
Ooh, I wanna say hi to Kyle from Boomtown
before the contest starts.
Will, don't drink too much.
You get excited
when you see your brewing friends.
You wanna try everything,
but your eyes are bigger than your liver.
I'll keep it in check, Teen Mom.
Wow, wow, wow.
Look who they let into the comp this year.
Who dropped out? [laughs]
- Santa Monica Beer Pub.
- Nobody.
Kale's the name. I'm from Iron.
What's that?
You've never heard
of the Iron Triangle Brewery?
Of course.
Why didn't you say the full name?
Obvi. It's an abbreve. It's faster.
It's two words.
How much time are you saving?
We wouldn't have had this conversation
if you'd said, "Iron Triangle Brewing Co."
- So now we're just wasting more time.
- Hmm. You're a funny little man.
- I'm, like, definitely taller than you.
- Are you in the contest, too?
Am I in
the contest?
- I don't know.
- Ah.
See you later, dicks. Soak it in. [kisses]
- Ugh. Do you know that guy?
- Yeah, no, we're friends.
He's gonna blow it.
This is gonna be a disaster.
It's bright, effervescent,
tart but not sour.
Stone fruit, diacetyl, horse blanket,
and a touch of canned ham.
[crowd applauds]
Come on, man.
[sniffs]
Raisins. Currants. [sniffs]
Nectarines.
[slurps]
[sighs]
It plays a little trick on my tongue
tries to fool me.
Just like the serpent tried
to fool Jesus in the desert.
No. Hmm. It begins buttery
but quickly moves into a bitter profile
with a modest bite. [sniffs]
Almost acidic.
[scoffs] Just like Satan himself.
[cheering]
What? What? [grunts]
Oh, yes!
- [all cheer]
- Yeah!
Yeah!
Keep it tight.
- [Adam] Truffle sucks.
- [Sarah] What? He just won.
He won the first round
against the Geyer Brothers.
Hey, come on.
They're like the Panda Express of beer.
I love Panda Express.
- Me too.
- Of course. I love Panda Express as well,
but my point stands.
Even with my broken instrument,
I am twice the brewmaster that Truffle is.
Hand me a drink. Eyes are closed.
[smacks lips] Woodsy and balanced
with a hint of coriander
and a nice, delicate aftertaste.
That is definitely an American pale ale.
It's a Diet Coke.
Okay. That was my other guess.
Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys.
I'm gonna go take an old tinkle.
Be seeing you both. Be good. [grunts]
- [man 1] Did you see that?
- [man 2] That's embarrassing, huh?
[man 3] Yikes.
Nothin'. Nothing.
- I need to rosin my bow.
- [Chuy] Hmm?
I need more rosin! Come on!
- All right, man.
- [Adam] Thank you, Chuy.
[Chuy] You rosin your bow
without touching it?
I have to at least rub mine
against something.
- Eww.
- What?
- Anything?
- Almost
and then you interrupted with your mooing.
- My mooing?
- Yes, you moo when you speak.
- [Sarah] Wow!
- Did you see the last round?
I gave Geyer Brothers Brewing
a rectal prolapse. [blows raspberry]
- [laughs] Right?
- Tight.
What's he doing?
Uh, it looks like he's drinking,
but it seems more complicated than that.
Relax, I got this competition
like I got crabs:
super easy.
- [Chuy] Tight.
- Tight, tight. Yeah.
[Adam] Still nothing.
I might as well be drinking turpentine
or one of Will's shitty beers.
[groans]
What is this feeling I'm feeling?
It's like I feel good.
You pounded three beers in five minutes.
Yeah, dude, you're drunk.
Is that why people drink beer?
For this feeling?
Yeah. People actually drink to get drunk.
Hey, congratulations.
You're like everybody else.
I'm pedestrian.
Crosswalk.
Oop. Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
D'oh.
- Hey, man.
- [Wilhelm gasps]
- You okay?
- Yeah.
You hit that pretty hard back there.
Uh, no, you know,
I think they waxed the floors,
and they didn't put cones up.
I can tell you like to party.
What?
Wanna try something
that will help keep the party going?
Oh, no, man, I don't do that.
- [stammers] I'm a beer guy.
- [laughs] Hey, hey, be cool. It's yeast.
- What?
- I learned it from Jim Koch.
- The founder of Sam Adams.
- That's right.
A spoonful of yeast before each drink,
and you won't get drunk.
The enzymes in the yeast
break down the alcohol
before it enters the bloodstream.
[imitates explosion]
- Wow.
- [man] What you say?
I don't know.
Hey, come on.
Look, you want to fit in, don't you?
None of the other brewers
are fall-down drunk.
Now you know why.
Will there be any side effects, like?
- You may become a little flatulent.
- [laughs] Sand at the beach.
Hey, I like beaches.
All right, I gotta pee. You okay?
Yeah.
- I do also have cocaine.
- [Wilhelm] No, I'm good. Thank you.
Dried hazelnuts, cranberries,
and the tears of an orphan.
Yeah! [laughs]
- Yes! Truffle!
- [crowd cheers]
This is not merely a drink.
This is an adventure.
Nay, a journey of flavors.
"Fuck you" to you, you, you,
you, and it is personal.
[Truffle cackles] Photosynthesis,
blueberries, and animal estrogen.
[cheering]
- [playing kazoo]
- Yeah!
Hey, I'll give you a round.
Let me take that.
One, two, three!
I'm high-fiving people,
and I'm not even Purelling my hands.
Look, I'm touching my eyes,
and I'm licking my fingers with my tongue.
Hey, buddy.
[Sarah] Oh, my God. Whoa.
We should get Adam drunk more often.
- Definitely.
- [Wilhelm] Know what?
I think it's the first time
he's been drunk.
What? I'm sorry, he makes beer,
but he's never been drunk?
Never connected the two.
Never connected the four. [laughing]
- I'm pedestrian! [laughing]
- [farting]
[sniffs]
It smells like someone's cooking shrimp.
- Oh, God, you know what?
- [Chuy] What is that?
I think I farted.
- No, no, no, no, no. I know your farts.
- Hey, I'll take the fall this time.
- That's not right. This is America.
- Thank you.
I'm gonna find out who fucking farted.
Hmm. So, you and me in the final?
[unzips]
[laughing] It's tiny.
At least you have a truffle cap.
Well done, parents.[scoffs]
It's gonna be ep. [zips]
Iron sharpening iron.
You seem like a nice fel.
- Thank you.
- Here, smell this!
- [coughing, in German] My nose!
- [laughing]
[in English] What is this?
It smells like the devil's bidet!
- [sniffs]
- Smelling salts.
I gotta go. We're on.
Please wash your hands.
- I never wash my hands!
- [door opens, closes]
Soap is for sinners!
[audience applauding]
[Wilhelm] Come on.
- [Adam] Yeah, Truffy.
- [Wilhelm] Come on.
- Is he okay?
- [Kale smacks lips]
Hmm. Fleshy, with sour cherry
and waves of vanilla.
Acidity is blowsy, but agreeable.
This is the Belgian gueuze.
[audience applauding]
[sniffs]
- [belches, sniffing]
- [audience groaning]
[exhales] Full-bodied.
Definitely aged with a rustic
yet autumnal complexity
that is elegant yet simple.
Infinitely, perfectly balanced.
It shouldn't work, but for God,
anything is possible.
Luke 1:37.
This is a sour,
but it's not a gueuze.
- This is a Flanders red ale!
- [audience gasps]
[panting]
- Yeah!
- [cheering]
That's how we do it in Van Nuys!
Damn it!
- Yeah!
- [cheering]
Yeah!
Rodman's!
Leviticus 19:18.
"Thou shalt not take vengeance
or hold a grudge."
Unless it's a beer contest
[in German]
you fucking asshole scrotum shitter!
[in English] Rodman's!
Sorry, I thought it would go
a little faster.
[laughs]
Take a look at this guy right here.
Ooh. What a sight.
Hey, I'm proud of you.
I am proud of you.
[stammering] What? You're proud of me?
Yes! Let me get one of these. [groans]
- This is all I've ever wanted.
- I love you, buddy.
- Oh, ho, ho! There it is.
- [chuckles]
- [Adam] Oh, man!
- I love you too, man.
[Adam] Yeah, there it is.
Oh, great. They're finally consummating
their brotherhood.
Why have they not removed their pants yet?
Maybe it's the corn syrup talking
or the half chub I got going,
but right now I believe Rodman's
is gonna be, like, a thing.
Like,
we're gonna be turning people away.
All right, who's hungry? I'm buying.
Punch me in the dick. He never buys.
- I-I could eat.
- [Adam] Chuy!
Uh, punch me in the dick also.
[laughs]
I-I fucking hate him, but I like him.
Let's do this! Let's go!
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
The night is young ♪
Oh, hey, Sarah.
- [Sarah] Yes.
- I didn't forget about you.
- Great.
- Thank you so much for calling me
and asking me to come down
and save my brother's failing brewery.
You said it, "Imminent disaster,"
and I am here, saving my brother.
This is
- [Sarah] Uh
- Thank you.
- You're a good one.
- Uh
[Adam]
You make good stuff happen. Whoa, hey.
Wow, wow, wow.
You know, I like new drunk Adam,
but he makes no sense when he's drunk.
But no judgment, 'cause I'm drunk,
- and you're drunk, and we're all
- I'm not drunk.
What?
I saw you drink, like, 15 beers.
I took yeast to stay sober.
Why are you sober?
Because you told me to be!
What, you picked today
to start listening to me?
Sarah, how could you do this?
Because I was worried
about the brewery and about you, okay?
Um
Worried about me?
[stammers] Um, yes, because we spend
a lot of time together as coworkers.
Oh.
- [shudders]
- What?
Uh, just a spectacular day, you know?
Seeing how the other side lives,
walking among the degenerates
as though I have degenerated.
- Yeah.
- It's it's such a good time.
This is the most delicious meal
of my life.
And this bed is amazing. What is this?
Like a Therm-a-Rest? Memory foam?
It's hugging my back perfectly.
- [Truffle] Yeah.
- [Chuy] Yeah.
[Adam] Yeah, memory foam.
Uh, I will be right back.
Please do not eat any of my fries.
I know how many there are.
Even if one is missing, I'll know.
- [Chuy] I know.
- He will know it.
[Adam] Thank you. I trust you.
- Want a beer?
- [Adam] Hi.
- Mind helping me?
- [Adam] Yeah.
- Oh. Thank you.
- Whoop. Whoop.
[laughing]
I've been meaning to say thank you so much
for helping with the sewage line.
- My pleasure.
- [both laugh]
[stammering] I don't know.
I have a hat on.
Why wouldn't I? 'Cause I'm drunk.
- I like it.
- [Adam] Oh, oh, thank you.
- I I like you as well.
- [Becky chuckles]
- I don't Uh, no, that's
- Oh.
- Now, I am still drunk.
- [Becky] You know
Elvis and I have been thinking
about adding someone.
And, yeah, I'd be down
for a sort of poly
threesome situation.
It's not a threesome, because Elvis and I
consider ourselves to be one person.
So technically, it'd be a twosome,
but with three people.
Yeah. Well, three-mato, three-mato.
Oof. Sorry, I'm still drunk. That's
- [Becky] Yeah.
- Do you still
- [Becky] Yeah.
- [Adam] Yeah? Okay, let's do the lift.
[Becky laughs]
You are a lot weaker than you look.
[Elvis moans softly]
This is totally great.
But I feel like it's time for the
you know, the guest to get in
on on some of that.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay.
- Yeah.
- [Becky] Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.
[Becky laughs]
[moaning]
- Oh. Hey.
- Hey.
Uh
- Is there something wrong?
- No, no. I-I'm into this, for sure.
I guess I thought it'd be more like 70/30.
You know, 80/20, even.
I was thinking maybe you could be
in the chair watching
you know, or you watch it
on the Internet later?
No, no, listen, when you're with Elvis,
you're with me.
- Remember, we're one.
- Right.
Yeah, but what I was thinking is
that I could be with you,
and then that way, I'm with Elvis.
[both] Yes.
- Yes.
- Now you get it.
It's just the other way around.
[Elvis] We can go slow.
An embrace.
- An embrace.
- With
- Becky and Elvis.
- [Adam] Mm-hmm.
- And Becky.
- I get it. I think I get it.
- [Elvis moans]
- Oh, Becky.
You're so hard.
[Becky]
Oh, keep talking dirty to me like that.
I'm sorry, so you're into this?
- Yeah, it's turning me on so much.
- [Adam] Yeah.
[Becky] So hot.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Okay?
Yeah. Mm.
Why are these shoes not available?
Hey, I'm sorry.
[Wilhelm] No, I'm sorry.
I was drunk.
I woke up this morning
with my boxers outside of my pants.
You really don't remember?
Remember what?
That we won
the tasting contest last night!
- Yes!
- [Sarah] Yeah! What up?
- Give me some. Yeah.
- Cool.
Cool.
[groaning] Give me your attention now.
- Oh, boy.
- [Adam] Oh, I feel sick.
My brain feels like it got downgraded
to one of your brains.
[speaking German]
You have a hangover,
- sweet, sweet, mortal Adam.
- Go to hell.
- Made a little hangover cure.
- Oh.
[Wilhelm] I think it'll help you out.
I bet I could make a better one.
So, crazy night, huh?
[Adam] If I can be real with you,
I do not remember
what the word "night" means.
Do you remember anything
from last night?
- You know, what you and I talked about.
- Just whatever it was, man, I'm sorry.
I was very drunk, and you were drunk.
Let's just get over it. Just forget it.
- [sloshing sound]
- Okay.
Oh, my God,
can you please stop doing that?
You're just moving the vomit around,
and it smells very bad.
[Chuy] I know.
- [gasps] I can smell.
- [Wilhelm] Yes.
[laughs] I can smell!
[sniffs]
- [retches]
- [Chuy] Tight.
Hints of corn syrup and acidic bile.
I'm back, baby! I'm back.
No more cold porridge for me.
I'm staying in LA.
God is my copilot, and so is this baby.
Thomas Guide?
Are you visiting Los Angeles in 1998?
Who gives a shit?
This is truly the City of Angels.
I just had carnal relations with Becky.
- No.
- [laughing]
No, you mean Elvis.
No, it was definitely Becky.
I snorted her panties into my nose,
and then boop.
- [laughing]
- Was Elvis there?
W-What do you mean?
No, that would have been very weird.
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow! He replaced you
in the beer tasting contest
and in Becky!
Hey, guys, check this out.
Rodman's is trending big-time on Untappd
for winning the competition.
Oh, look at the cicerone.
He's drinking a Bud Light.
Oh, dear God,
that picture of me drinking a Bud Light
is the most shameful thing I've ever done
in my entire life.
The most shameful.
- Goodbye.
- [metal clinking]
- Hey, is there a cat in here?
- Oh, my God, I hope not.
[gasps] Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!
Meow, meow, meow.
- [cats meowing]
- [instrumental music playing]
[theme music playing]
[beer cracks open]