Mr. Lahey, drunk out of his mind, approaching Julian and Bubbles with a broken cigarette hanging out of his mouth and two tanks of propane in his hands.
Mr. Lahey: (singing) "Propane, propane. Propane, propane. Propane, propane. Propane, propane. Propane, propane."
Bubbles: (slowly guiding Mr. Lahey back in the other direction, singing along with him to calm him down) "Propane, propane. Propane, propane. Propane, propane. Propane, pro ... JULIAN what in the **** was HE on?!?!"
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Mr. Lahey approaching Julian and Bubbles, as they are preparing to "re-market" stolen barbeques.
Mr. Lahey: "The sh** hawks are comin'."
*Mr. Lahey leaves*
Bubbles: "Julian, what's a sh** hawk? Is it some kinda shitty bird that swoops down and puts poop onto ya?"