Jimbo: Oh, this is bullshit. Absolute bullshit.
Woman: I tole you it wouldn’t work.
Jimbo: What’s not to work? It was a foolproof plan. A foolproof plan, I tell ya.
Man 2: Oh, yeah; it was genius.
Jimbo: Well, I didn’t hear you come up with no better plan.
Woman [to Man 2]: He’s right. Where was your bright idea?
Man 2: Where was your bright idea? [points to Jimbo] Or his?
Jimbo: I thought it was a pretty good idea, myself.
Woman: It was half a pretty good idea.
Man 2: Pretty good …? Is ya’ll listening to yourselves? Break into a midget’s house, replace all his clothes and shoes with stuff from the big and tall store, make him think he’s shrinking? That’s your pretty good idea?
Jimbo: Indeed it was.
Woman: Well, I, for one, thought it was hilarious. At least in theory.
Man 2: Course you’d think it was hilarious. You still laugh at knock knock jokes.
Woman: I do not, and you know it.
Jimbo [to Woman]: Hey, that reminds me: Knock knock.
Woman: Not now, Jimbo.
Man 2 [to Woman] Don’t go putting on airs on my account. I know it’s all eating you up inside, wanting to hear that joke.
Woman: Like I’m going to sit here all tormented ’cause I can’t hear the end of a joke meant for toddlers. Puh-lease.
Jimbo: So back to the issue at hand: [to Man 2] My plan was not flawed.
Man 2: Making a midget think he’s a-growing?
Jimbo: You laughed when I presented it. And you sure as hell went along with it. It was the execution was flawed.
Man 2: The execution wouldn’t’ve been flawed if you’d a told us that little man owned a dog big as a house.
Jimbo: I’d a-tole you he owned that monstrosity if I’d a-known it myself. Besides, it wasn’t that big a deal.
Man 2: Not that big of a deal? [points to leg] You see those silver-dollar-sized holes in my leg? Not that big of a … I swear on the good book if that thing has rabies, I’m a-biting the holy hell out of you.
Jimbo: Hey, now: don’t go threatening to spread your rabies to me. I was just the idea man. Ain’t my fault, his dog …
Man 2: What you mean, “threatening to spread my rabies”? You know something I don’t know? Did that big sons a bitch have rabies?
Woman: Hey, Jimbo …?
Jimbo: Do I look like some kind of rabies detective, able to diet egg nog or whatever …
Jimbo: Thank you. [to man 2] Like I’m able to diag … what she said, rabies on the spot?
Man 2: I’m not kidding, Jimbo. I ain’t messing around …
Woman: Jimbo. Hey …?
Man 2: You is in for a world of hurt and pain if that big burly bastard done infected me with the rabies.
Jimbo: I don’t see why I should be punished. Didn’t nobody force you by gunpoint to break into that little man’s house.
Woman: Jim. Hey Jimbo …
Man 2: Don’t matter. It don’t matter …
Jimbo: It most certainly does …
Woman [yells]: Jimbo, goddamn it, will you listen to me?
Jimbo: Tarnations, woman, what do you want?
Woman: Who’s there?
Jimbo: I did up.
Woman: I did up who?
Jimbo: Get it? Like “I did a poo?” Like “poop?” Like you shat yourself? I did up who? Get it?
Woman laughs hysterically. Man 2 stares at them. Long pause.
Man 2: I hate you both.