Typical Aspen Love Triangle (Deleted Scene Crossover) Transcript

We want a one way-ticket to Amsterdam departing as soon as possible, please. HARRY: Weirdo. TIMMY: Weird-ette. LLOYD: Sucker of big brown, dirty eggs. TAYLOR: With these two big purple, stinky prunes. CASEY: Shh! Nicholas will hear you. SURLY: So you four better keep it down. HARRY: Idiot. TIMMY: Idiot-ette. Fart-teeth licker of s....salmon fried fish. Along with these two tail-teeth lickers of tuna fried fish and sardine fried fish. BLIK: Wow, she and Lloyd are the great insulters of my type. SURLY:Mr. Blik, shh. -Moron. -Moron-ette. Radiar of the lost fart! With the lost twerps! -Rump roast! -Lip roast! Licker of dirty chicken butts. With those two dirty turkey butts. -Butt fish. -Hair fish. Masterbatorio ....er.... soiler of towels! Yeah, long with these spoiler of sicko towels! Shut up! (CASEY AND MARY GASP) Now, which one of you losers wants to get it first? Wait, no. We wouldn't pull that trigger if we were you. Yeah, we wouldn't do that. Why not? It's just gonna look like another typical Aspen nut store love triangle. I mean, you three find these two and the other near the wall in cages, you handcuff them to the post, you three murder'em, and then you three kill yourselves. (CHUCKLES) Yeah, well, yeah, except that you two are forgetting one minor detail. (CHUCKLES) (SOFTLY) What? Oh, really? What detail is that? If you guys kill us, you two just be killing yourselves. CASEY: What? BLIK: What does that even mean? Mmm mmm. You see, philosophers believed that we're all just one tiny pieces of huge one universal being. In other words we are you and you are us, and if you kill us you'd just be killing ourselves. Okay. What about my husband? Did you guys kill him, too? It's okay, Mary. It is okay. SURLY: Mary? Who's Mary? And husband? What husband?