Fuck!
Come on! Shit!
Look, not a scratch, Dad, see?
I'm so screwed.
Shit.
Hey, Mom, listen, I, uh...
You have to come back right now.
Mom, I can't, but the party starts tomorrow,
and there's...
It's not about the party. It's Lionel. I knew it.
- You knew what? - Your brother got drunk last night.
With that friend of his, that idiot, Jason Castle.
- How do you know that? - Because he's been sleeping all day.
And I can't find the tequila.
I put it in the cabinet above the refrigerator,
- and now it's gone. - Are you sure that's where you put it?
Yes, Andrew.
And you know how it makes me feel when you question my memory.
Mom, listen, I'll call Lionel and get everything sorted out, okay?
You just find a way to calm down, take some deep breaths,
do the elliptical; everything's gonna be fine.
- Oh, God, thank you, honey. - I'll call you as soon as
- I speak to him, okay? - Okay.
- Okay? Love you. - Oh... I love you, thanks.
How far is that?
Due to weather conditions,
we are experiencing unusually high call volume.
There are 35 callers ahead of you.
What the fuh...
Ly, stop being mean to Mom.
Dude, she's fricking accusing me of stealing alcohol.
What happened to it?
I don't know.
Maybe someone broke in.
I mean, you've seen Molly's doggy door.
It's definitely big enough for a small man.
Ly, no one broke in last night, I was home.
Okay, well, I... I don't know then, Andy.
Mom must've framed me, then,
because she doesn't want me to have any friends.
So, could one of your friends have taken it?
Uh, no.
Listen, bud.
You can't tell Mom what I'm about to tell you,
because she doesn't need any more stress from us, okay?
Okay.
Dad smoked cigarettes for three years after he was diagnosed.
Three years, while he knew he was dying.
While we all knew he was dying. Dad was stupid.
Take that back.
But you're not like that, okay? So stop fucking vaping.
You understand me?
Ly, I'm not gonna tell Mom,
but please...
please promise me that you'll stop.
- Please, man. - Okay, I promise.
Okay. Thank you.
All right, I gotta go. Happy New Year, bud.
Happy New Year.
Jake? Jake?
This isn't Jake, this is Jackie!
- I'm waiting for my midnight kiss. - Jake? Jake, man,
- listen to me, seriously. - Where are you?
Jake, I'm stuck on the side of a mountain in the middle of nowhere.
Dude, I crashed my car, man,
and I can't find my license, and...
dude, can you please turn that fucking thing off?
- I was born this way, man. - Jake, I'm serious, man, please!
Okay, okay, I'm turning it off, I'm sorry.
Hold on. Where's your license?
I don't know, man, I think Lionel
took it to buy a vape or some shit, man.
But, Jake, listen...
is there any conceivable way that you could come pick me up, man?
I'm, like, an hour from Boulder, tops.
Oh, dude, I cannot spend years in my car...
...Ronald Farber rolls in, dude!
- Jake... Jake... - Dude, he's got a keg...
Dude, listen to me, man, I'm stuck out here.
- ...waiting for you, man. - Jake, don't, wait...
- Bottoms up, Ashley. Dude, come through, bro.
Jake, I can't go anywhere, I'm stuck on the side of a fucking mountain.
- Whoa, whoa... - Jake, listen to me, man.
Please, please, I'm dead serious.
- I literally... Are you listening? - I'm listening!
I literally got pulled over an hour ago,
and I could go to jail for driving without my license, man.
Okay, well, dude, why don't you just call your mom?
What? No, I can't, dude, are you kidding?
I took the Bronco, my dad's Bronco.
- What? Fuck... - Yeah.
What... What are you gonna do?
Dude, I'm gonna get it towed out of here.
Yes, yes, that's a great idea, man.
You can get a tow truck guy to come
and then give you a ride, because they do that shit.
No, Jake, they can't do it tonight because of the storm,
which I will fucking freeze to death in,
if you don't come pick me up, man.
Oh, my God, they didn't close the 70 East?
Nope.
- Dude, I hate you so much. - Dude, I love you.
I love you so much, Jake... Jake, listen, thank you.
Take Snake River Road.
And then take a left and then call me.
Okay, I'm gonna sober up, and I will be there.
- You start walking. - Okay.
Yeah, but hurry, hurry, please.
Start walking, best-est friend ever, go.
Okay, okay, I will, I will, I will.
Jeez.
Okay.
Oh, shit.
Whoa!
Dude, please don't say anything about the car
to anyone, period.
It can't get back to my mom.
Fuh...
Here are some pho restaurants nearby.
Oh... shit.
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