Bob Mizer:
Sun, schmun. This scoundrel's on some kind of a drug trip.
[Looks at David]
Bob Mizer:
You. I warned you. We do not slap wrists here at AMG. I want you to take your weed-head friend here, and I want you to scram. I mean it!
[David picks up his friend]
Bob Mizer:
And don't come back! Ever!
[looks down at their naked behinds as they walk out]
Bob Mizer:
Not until you've learned your lesson!
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