Episode 17/Transcript

Henchman Kyle: Captain, we’re about a mile and a half off the coastline. Brock: Ah, shit! Uh, my bad, my bad everyone! My silencer wasn't on! Sorry guys. Havoc: Aagh... God, I think my eardrums are bleeding. Brock: What? Dr. Havoc: Ugh, shut up! God, just shut up! Brock: That's right, everybody put your hands up! Kyle: What? What did he say? Steve: What did Kyle just say? Kyle: What did Steve just say? Steve: I can't hear anything! Kyle: What? Steve: Huh? Kyle: Who said that? Dr. Havoc: Stop. Yelling. Brock: WHAT? Havoc: Let me get this straight. Are you seriously asking me to take back the wife that you stole from me? Brock: Oh, yeah, I stole her. Yeah, that’s right. That was my plan. "Oh, hey, Kim, why don't you move into my sweet-ass apartment, and ruin my fucking life?!" Does that sound like something I would say?! Hm?! Does it, Havoc?! Is that how I talk?! DO I TALK LIKE THAT, HAVOC?!? Havoc: Yes. Now lets get the fuck outta here before-- (water starts pouring into the submarine) Oh, what the hell? Brock: Oh, shit, Havoc. I think your boat has a hole. Havoc: How is that possible? (Beat) Brock, how did you get on my submarine? Brock: Oh, I just-I took a welding gun, and I popped a hole in the side, and then I-- Ah, shit. Yep. I-th I figured it out. I did it. Havoc: (both cling onto the metal pipes on the ceiling) Well, this is great, Brock. Now, we have to escape from what is essentially a giant, unflushed toilet. (sighs) So, you wanna swim through the shit first, or should I? Brock: I’m gonna be honest. I-I’d kinda rather be here than at home with that nightmare on wheels you call a wife. (points to a floating corpse.) Ahh, poopy body! Poopy body! Havoc: Shut up. (Havoc is back at his office) Havoc: (in his diary) And so, Diary, I may have ended today half-deaf, trapped in a sinking can of human feces... but on the bright side, it does sound like I’m doing better than Brock Mason. ...That fucking piece of shit.