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[Randy runs up.]

Randy: Mr. Lahey!

Mr. Lahey: Randy, do you mind? I'm on surveillance.

Randy: I was just at the salon, I've got something really important to tell ya!

Ricky: (over walkie) Walkie check.

Mr. Lahey: Yeah, I copy that, do you need assistance, over.

Ricky: Negative, just a check.

Mr. Lahey: Copy.

Randy: Whose walkie is Ricky using?

Mr. Lahey: He's usin', uh, the old one I found in the shed.

Randy: That one crackles. He's using MY walkie, the one you gave me for my birthday! Do you remember that, my birthday?!

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(3.02 "Temporary Relief Assistant Trailer Park Supervisor")

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I've been helping out at Trinity's school with this junior achievers thing, which is awesome, cuz it helps the kids get their thinking clearer about business. It's fuckin' great, I've been learning a lot too. It's amazing how much of it applicates to what me and Julian do. Profit accounts, supply and command, all that shit. You know, it's the same whether you're breakin' the law or not, as far as I'm concerned. And not only that, but they're great kids and I don't mind helpin' out. Right now I'm makin' them some pancakes; they should be here in a few minutes.

Ricky, (3.06 "Where in the Fuck Is Randy's Barbecue")

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[Randy and Mr. Lahey emerge from a car.]

Ricky: What the fuck are you guys doing? This is private fucking property!

Mr. Lahey: We know there's a fucking animal in here, Ricky. Tracks lead right to shit town. What the fuck's going on?

Ricky: What the hell are you talking about, Lahey, you idiot? (throws Mr. Lahey's bow over the fence) Look, this is none of your fucking business. You know what? We all know what's going on here anyways, you're trying to fill my feet. Guess what, Lahey? You will never, ever be the fucking trailer park supervisor that I was. Got that? You're fucking losing it, bud.

Mr. Lahey: You know what, Ricky? You already lost it. It's gone, bud. Whatever it is, whatever you are, gone. He who looks into the abyss realizes that there's nothing looking back at him. The only thing he sees is his own character, Ricky. You understand, bud? The abyss. The shit abyss.

Randy: It means deep stuff, Ricky, you wouldn't understand.

Ricky: What does it mean then, Randy, huh? What the fuck does it mean?

Randy: I understand it.

Ricky: Oh you do, do you? No, you don't, because it's fucked. Because everything you assholes say, you fucking take from books. Guess what? I don't steal anything from books.

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(4.06 "If You Love Something, Set It Free")