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00:22:54
Christopher McCulloch, James Urbaniak, Doc Hammer
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Gentlemen, we need a coal magnate with a home in Manhattan.
Hey, that's my Yu-Gi-Oh card and my slammer pog.
Man, the poor chump who came up with this riddle...
That's a shirtless drunk albino, I think.
You take this hot wad of cash and do what you got to do.
Alright, fella, then what do you think it is?
"left after destructive distillation and used as fuel."
No, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was sarcasm day.
Sweet pecan pie, I've solved it.
but pawn that move in that crazy "L" shape...
Guess he figured if he had the noodle to find it...
So, why have you summoned the alchemist?
Duty that no man, dagger, bullet...
Right. Do they have a bedtime or, uh, any dietary concerns?
Any one of us could meet our demise or be driven crazy by greed.
Mine is not to poop on anyone's parade...
and that I should find out why I haven't seen dime one from those DVD sales.
Any one of us could meet our demise or be driven crazy by greed.
Gin neat! You cretin!
So, why have you summon the alchemist?
I was the one who carve Dean's name into the bathroom door.
I'm sorry you smell like spoil fruit.
Not that. Look, all of us have devote our lives...
Don't do it, Colonel Venture. I beg you.
What do you want? A moment to cry over a spill life?
Autopilot initiate.
Agent Samson, Brock, terminate.
How dare you, sir?
I'm sorry you smell like spoiled fruit.
Alright, fine, when I got assign this ridic--
while you were dig up my garden?
Billy, you've snap.
before we destroy a priceless masterpiece?
or blow harm Colonel Venture.
Before the O.S.I. takes me out, I suppose.
Sweet pecan pie, I've solve it.
Foolishly, Sandow believed the device...
Why, I smell of freshly cut flowers.
Alright there, big guy. I get the hint.
[ Scoffs ] Obviously.
Sandow will forever carry this burden like a--
You almost hit the painting with your arrow.
Sweet lord, that hack actually found it?
Yes, yes, we go later.
I'm going as fast as I can. Yell at Dean for once.
BROCK: Hey, I know we shouldn't be seen together, but, uh...
Was anybody else waiting for their face to melt off, eh?
I have a dart board like that. You ever turn it around? Baseball.
Well, at least we don't have to sing karaoke now.
I'm going as fast as I can. Yell at Dean for once.
I mean, he was always right. [ Chuckles ]
Whatever. Nobody works as hard as Rusty Venture.
BROCK: You know what? Never mind. I'll get Orpheus to do it.
I tell you, Brock Samson, it feels good to talk again.
Which has to be that foldaway changing table.
That's a shirtless drunk albino, I think.
It's a scytale, a helical cipher.
Sandow, show that lunatic out.
and my dreadful orders to protect it to be a myth.
Some say it's a weapon of catastrophic proportion.
Wait a second. I thought you were a mute.
"left after destructive distillation and used as fuel."
You were never assigned to protect wee little Rusty Venture.
with what appears to be nonsense around it...
I'm sorry I wasn't aware of your delicate constitution.
Gin neat! You cretin!
His father hid some rotten device from him.
'Cause I've noticed Hank eats a lot of refined sugars.
Right. Do they have a bedtime or, uh, any dietary concerns?
My god, it's gorgeous.
- COMPUTER: Incorrect identification. - It wasn't a number--
Poisonous spit, infected mouths, komodo dragons.