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Twenty years since their first adventure, Lloyd and Harry go on a road trip to find Harry's newly discovered daughter, who was given up for adoption.
Harry Dunne: Whoa! Lloyd! Check out the hotties at 12 o'clock. Lloyd Christmas: That's almost three hours away. Can't I check them out now?
Harry Dunne: I'm his associate, Dr. Christmas. Dr. Meldmann: Ah. Christmas, like the holiday? Lloyd Christmas: No, Like the tree.
Harry Dunne: Lloyd, did you say something? That's it, kid. You can do it. Come on! Come on, come on, come on! Spit it out! Lloyd Christmas: GOT YA! Harry Dunne: Wh- Wh- Wh- What-What-What? Lloyd Christmas: You should see the look on your face! I got you so good! Harry Dunne: W- W- W- Wait, wait. Wait a second! Are you telling me that you were faking for 20 years? Lloyd Christmas: Uh-huh. Harry Dunne: So you mean you just wasted the best years of your life. Lloyd Christmas: Out the window. Harry Dunne: And you let me come here every Wednesday for like a thousand weeks and it was all just for a gag? Lloyd Christmas: Uh-huh! Harry Dunne: That's... awesome!
Harry Dunne: [Going through his extremely old mail left at his childhood home] Whoa. I got accepted at Arizona State.
Lloyd Christmas: Hey, Har. You wanna hear the second most annoying sound in the world? Harry Dunne: Sure. [constantly rings the doorbell] Harry Dunne: Yeah, that's pretty annoying. Lloyd Christmas: No, not that. Mrs. Stainer: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING RINGING OUR DOORBELL LIKE THAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT? Lloyd Christmas: That!
Lloyd Christmas: Hey, who's this? Harry Dunne: That's Butthole. I found him out in the alley. Lloyd Christmas: Why did you name him Butthole? Harry Dunne: Oh. 'Cause of this. [shows the cat's butthole] Lloyd Christmas: Oh, yeah. Good name. Totally fits.
Harry Dunne: Wait a minute. I know what you're up to mister. You wanna stay 'cause you're hot for my daughter. Lloyd Christmas: What? Lloyd Christmas: Am I right? Harry Dunne: What? Harry Dunne: Am I right? Lloyd Christmas: That's insane!
Harry Dunne: How many days are in April? Lloyd Christmas: 30 days have September, all the rest I can't remember Harry Dunne: Must be 31 because nothing rhymes with August Lloyd Christmas: Nah I think it's 32 Harry. April's a leap month
Harry Dunne: Lloyd? I think that was her "gran-gina." Mrs. Snergle: That's right. So you can cross that one off your bucket list.
Lloyd Christmas: Legs are a little rubbery after all that time sitting here. Why don't you roll me inside? We'll get the nurse take the catheter out of me. I wanna see if my lizard's still spitting straight. Lloyd Christmas: We don't need nurses for that. I know how to do it. Lloyd Christmas: Don't you have to... [Harry pulls on the catheter, yanking Lloyd off the wheelchair] Lloyd Christmas: Oh, God! Harry Dunne: That things really taken root!
[first lines] Asylum Nurse No. 1: There he is again. Asylum Nurse #2: Almost two decades and he still comes. Asylum Nurse No. 1: So sad.
Lloyd Christmas, Harry Dunne: [to Dr. Walcott] Show us your tits! Harry Dunne: Both of 'em!
Trucker's Pal: Kick his ass, Sea Bass!
Harry's Dad: We love you, Harry. Lloyd Christmas: Do you love him long time?
Harry Dunne: [Lloyd is in a catatonic state at a mental hospital] Come on, Lloyd. You gotta get over her. Mary Samsonite was just a girl. Besides, she's married. And even if it had worked out, would you really want ginger babies? Gross
Lloyd Christmas: [Lloyd notices Harry has a meth dealer in their apartment] Who's the astronaut? Harry Dunne: Oh, that's my new roommate. Lloyd Christmas: [Shocked and slightly disappointed] Roommate? You have a new roommate? Harry Dunne: Well, I mean, I had to get someone to pay half of the rent while you were in hospital. How's it going, Ice Pick? Ice Pick: [Sarcastically] Best day ever. Greatest day of my life, really. Harry Dunne: Pick cooks up a rock candy that'll make you dizzy. Folks come from all over the city to buy it. Lloyd Christmas: It's burning my eyes. Must be Cajun style,
Captain Lippencott: Where is the invention? WHERE IS THE GODDAMN BILLION DOLLAR INVENTION!
Lloyd Christmas: [Lloyd meets the now adult Billy 4C for the first time in 20 years] Hey Billy! I hear you got a lot of flockin' birds! Billy: Is that you, Lloyd? Lloyd Christmas: Very good. I didn't think you'd recognize me after all these years. So what you been up to, buddy boy? Seen any good movies lately? [Harry nudges him] Lloyd Christmas: I mean, you know, like, on the radio? Billy: [Lloyd feeds some of Billy's parrots candy] What was that? Did you just feed them something? Lloyd Christmas: Relax. Just a little candy. Billy: You can't feed candy to birds! They're stomachs'll explode! Lloyd Christmas: Even if it's just a few Pop Rocks? Billy: Are you crazy? Pick those up! Pick 'em up! Lloyd Christmas: All right, all right! Sheesh. Well, nice catching up. See you later. Billy: Not If I see you first! Lloyd Christmas: Ha-ha! Good one! Billy: No, no, no. It's okay, Siskel. Daddy's not going to let them get anywhere near you. Lloyd Christmas, Harry Dunne: [Together at once] BOOGA! [the pair frighten Billy] Lloyd Christmas: See? I told you that hearing thing was a wives' tail.
Dr. Pinchelow: I know she will appreciate all the trouble you have come to find her. Let's call her. [Hands over to Harry his cellphone] Harry Dunne: It's ringing! Lloyd Christmas: [Lloyd answers Penny's discarded cellphone] Whoever this is, we're in the middle of something very important here. Harry Dunne: [Oblivious Lloyd is speaking] This is your Dad! Lloyd Christmas: [to Penny's foster parents] Guys I know this is weird timing but I got to take this. It's my dead Dad!
Harry Dunne: That's weird. The smell of peanuts makes my weenie cold. Lloyd Christmas: It shrank mine.
Lloyd Christmas: [Harry and Lloyd mistake Freida as her daughter] Suck me sideways! Harry Dunne: You're the spitting image of her! Fraida Felcher: You morons! This is the return address. Her's is on the on the side with the stamp. Lloyd Christmas: But it's still uncanny!
Lloyd Christmas: Hey, you guys want to play "He Who Smelt It"? Harry Dunne: Yeah. Travis: What's that? Lloyd Christmas: It's complicated, so pay attention. We put the windows up, first one who smells a fart gets a point. If you say who dealt it, double points. Harry Dunne: But if you say you smelled a fart and nobody farted, like if we were passing a slaughterhouse. Lloyd Christmas: False fart! Harry Dunne: You lose a point. And you can't smell your own farts either. Travis: What, are you kidding? No! No! I'm not gonna sit around sniffin' you guys's farts like some kind of truffle pig. Forget it! Harry Dunne: Okay, fine. Lloyd and I will play one-on-one. Lloyd Christmas: Yeah, head-to-head. Travis: How can you play one-on-one? If you smell a fart, and you didn't do it, isn't it obvious the other guy did? Lloyd Christmas: I thought you said you never played before. Harry Dunne: Yeah. Sound like he wrote the rule book. Lloyd Christmas: I think we might have a hustler, Har.
Fraida Felcher: Yeah, but, Lloyd, Lloyd. She isn't your daughter either. Lloyd Christmas: Nice try, Fraida. But Penny read me the letter. I know all about Oyster Swallow Cove, which is exactly where you took me in the van! Fraida Felcher: So? That was my spot. I must've taken hundred of guys there. What can I say. I was a titanic whore.
[after Mrs. Snergle convinces Lloyd there are "diamonds" under her blanket] Lloyd Christmas: Did you hide them inside this turkey? Mrs. Snergle: Yeah, right. [starts moaning] Lloyd Christmas: [wiggling his arm] Wait. There's no diamonds here. Mrs. Snergle: [sternly] And you're not my grandson!
Fraida Felcher: So, guys, there's still one thing I don't understand. How could either of you have possibly thought that you were Penny's father? Harry Dunne: Well, why wouldn't we? Lloyd Christmas: Yeah! Fraida Felcher: Because we never had sex. Lloyd Christmas: Oh. Yeah. Well, you could've fooled us. Harry Dunne: Yeah, nice try, Snow White. Does the word "hot tub" jog your memory? If I recall, I played with your boobies for a long time that night. The mother boat, the windshield wipers, the punching bag. Fraida Felcher: You know Harry, you can't get a woman pregnant by manhandling her breasts. Harry Dunne: Oh, really? Well, then, why'd your doorbells get so hard? Lloyd Christmas: Yeah. And did you forget about the French tickler in the back of the van? Fraida Felcher: Putting a frilly glow-in-the-dark condom on your finger is not the same as having sex. Lloyd Christmas: What if I go like this? Lloyd Christmas: [wiggles his finger] Fraida Felcher: No.
Harry Dunne: Mrs. P. What are you doing here? Dr. Walcott: Do you always call your wife Mrs. P? Harry Dunne: Oh. Uh - How you doin', sugar tits? I missed ya.
Captain Lippencott: Why are you standing in the toilet? Harry Dunne: So you wouldn't see my feet. Captain Lippencott: Why not just stand on the rim? Harry Dunne: There's ball hairs all over that thing. I'm not stupid.
Lloyd Christmas: Cheers! Fraida Felcher: Whoa! Wait. Where'd you get that? Lloyd Christmas: The Slurpee machine in the back. Fraida Felcher: That's embalming fluid. Lloyd Christmas: Oh. Does it have aspartame? Fraida Felcher: No. Lloyd Christmas: Cool.
Dr. Meldmann: Okay, may I ask you a question, doctor. And I don't mean to be insensitive. But, uh, does Dr. Pinchelow have Aspergers? Lloyd Christmas: Probably. I know he doesn't wipe real well.
Harry Dunne: Okay, Dr. Picasso, what's your definition of sex? Fraida Felcher: Well... [whispers to Harry and Lloyd] Lloyd Christmas: No way! That's just... Not my mom! Ew! Harry Dunne: But that's where she pees! Lloyd Christmas: It's in my head, and I can't unlearn it! You're bad! Harry Dunne: Can you show us? Lloyd Christmas: I call sloppy seconds.
Harry Dunne: Let me ask you something Freida. If I'm not Penny's father and Lloyd's not her father then who's her father? Fraida Felcher: Funny you should ask. [to Penny] Fraida Felcher: Honey how would uou like to meet some relatives? [Points towards the Stainers] Lloyd Christmas: Mr Stainer? I should have known. You horny old goat! Fraida Felcher: No Lloyd. Mr Stainer is Penny's grandfather. Harry Dunne: You mean Pee Stain's the dad? Lloyd Christmas: Duh!
Dr. Pinchelow: You know, I always wondered what Penny's natural father was like. When my late wife and I adopted her, we didn't have much information her birth parents. We were told her mother was single, and that she was... Well... Adele: You can say it, dear. She was rumored to be a titanic whore. Harry Dunne: That's a lie! Fraida never stepped foot on the Titanic! Lloyd Christmas: You must be talking about the time she did the night crew on the Block Island Ferry.
Harry Dunne: Boy, I sure wish I could have been there when she was little. Lloyd Christmas: Whatever. That's all water under the fridge now, Har. Think of the bright side. You're finally getting to meet her, and you never had to change those poopy diapers. Harry Dunne: That's called being a parent, Lloyd. Besides, I changed your poopy diapers for 20 years. Lloyd Christmas: I totally sucked you in. Half the time, it wasn't even my poop.
Lloyd Christmas: Harry, holy cow. I'm worried about you. You're as deaf as a bat. Harry Dunne: That's not exactly how it happened, Lloyd. Your mother got into bed with me.
Harry Dunne: Wow. Great accent, Doc. Where you from? Dr. Walcott: England. Surrey. Harry Dunne: Oh, no need to apologize. That was years ago. We kicked your butt anyway, so we're cool with it.
Fraida Felcher: Look, guys. It's me. Fraida Felcher. Lloyd Christmas: Yeah, right. Like we'd be fighting over those blowfish jowls. No offense. Fraida Felcher: Harry, Lloyd, I'm gonna say this one more time. I'm Fraida. Lloyd Christmas: [whispers to Harry] Tattoo. Harry Dunne: Oh, yeah. Then show us your tattoo. 'Cause Fraida had a cute little smiley face on her back, right above her bikini line. Well? [Fraida shows her tattoo] Harry Dunne: Hmm. It's close. Lloyd Christmas: Mmm. [Fraida pushes up the smiley face] Lloyd Christmas: Oh. Hi, Fraida. Harry Dunne: Oh, hey! How ya been? Lloyd Christmas: Have you been doing yoga?
Harry Dunne: I wonder what it would have been like to raise a child. [Harry daydreams of what life would have been like if he raised a daughter. First Harry teaches his toddler daughter how to do a stunt on her bike. Harry is then shown knocking one of his daughter's baby teeth out a few years later. We then see that Harry's now teenage daughter has had her first period] Harry Dunne: . Penny: [Harry's daughter now an adult goes on a date] Bye, dad. Lloyd Christmas: [Lloyd is acting retarded and is wearing a pink vest and two huge fan gloves] Mr Dunne! Mr Dunne! [about to eat from a dustbin] Lloyd Christmas: Do you mind? Harry Dunne: Bon appetite, kid!
Harry Dunne: Mr Stainer, Mrs Stainer so nice to see you. Mr. Stainer: Harry, Lloyd. To what do we the owe the honour at this late hour gentlemen? Lloyd Christmas: We were just wondering if Pee Stain wanted to come out for some suds snd maybe having his ass handed to him in a couple of games of Dig Dug. Mr. Stainer: Lloyd. Peter is dead. Lloyd Christmas: Yeah right. Since when? Mr. Stainer: Since 1991. Remember? Lloyd Christmas: The motorcycle accident? But I thought he pulled through. The obituary said he was survived by his parents. Mr. Stainer: No he did mot pull through. Lloyd Christmas: Are you sure? Mr. Stainer: Yes. [Shows the duo a poster of their late son] Lloyd Christmas: You guys are right. Anyway sorry about that whole thing. Pee Stain and I were close friends. Mr. Stainer: Yeah we know. You were the one who sold him the motorcycle. Lloyd Christmas: And if I recall I made him a sweet deal. My bike for his helmet straight up. That thing was a rocket. A little squirrelly on the corners, and when you got on it straight away... Mr. Stainer: Good night Lloyd. Good night Harry.
Harry Dunne: I don't know about this, Lloyd. I haven't been home for over 20 years. Lloyd Christmas: Come on, Harry! You need a genital organ match. They're your parents. Harry Dunne: I'm not gonna go crawling back to them, Lloyd. Not after what they did to me. Lloyd Christmas: What'd they do? Harry Dunne: They threw me out of the house. Lloyd Christmas: Why? Harry Dunne: Just 'cause I told them I was gay. Lloyd Christmas: Why'd you tell them that? Harry Dunne: I was sick of mowing the lawn.
Lloyd Christmas: Wow. Think about it. If I hadn't sold that crotch rocket to Pee Stain, you wouldn't have a bastard child who's gonna save your life. Harry Dunne: God's got a pretty warped sense of humor, huh? Lloyd Christmas: Yeah. I bet he smokes weed. Otherwise, why he put our testicles outside our bodies, where someone can do this? [hits Harry in his crotch]