Ricky: What the hell are you doing waking me up so early? Bubbles: No cat of mine's gonna live in a car. Ricky: Fuck off, Bubbles! You gave me the cat! Bubbles: I didn't say you could keep him, and I don't want him living in a fuckin' car. Shut up! SHUT UP! (fires his pistol) Julian: Ricky! Put that thing away! (gives Ricky his pistol back, then walks off) Go to sleep. Julian: You're not going to fire it at all.
Ricky: I won't fire it unless I absolutely have to. Ricky: Can I have the gun back in case anything happens? Julian: No more of this shit. You're shooting guns off in the middle of the night. Ricky: Why? Julian: 'Cause you're driving me nuts.
You know what? You're moving out of here tomorrow. Ricky: I can't sleep! Julian: Go to sleep. Julian: That's what you've got to deal with when you're in a car. I got insects and animals fucking me around in here. (takes the pistol) Ricky: You don't know what it's like livin' in a car, Julian. (brings out his pistol) Julian: Ricky! ( stops Ricky from firing and attempts to take the gun out of his hand) Listen, give me that gun. Julian: Ricky, what are you doing? Ricky: Assholes. Donny: STOP FUCKIN' FIRIN'!! Donny: WHAT IN THE FUCK?! Julian: Shut up! Ricky: I wish everyone would shut the fuck up out there. (pushes Ricky into the car) Get in the car. (fires his pistol again) Julian: Get in the car. Julian: Do you want to go back to jail? Ricky: Listen to this shit. Julian: Do you want to go back to jail? Ricky: I can't handle this livin' in a car shit. Ricky: I'm trying to get some sleep here, Julian. (fires off his pistol) Julian: Ricky, what are you doing? We're on probation, man. (walks towards Ricky) What are you doing? Ricky: Shh, shh. Ricky: Stop fucking barking! (Gunshots are heard as Julian runs out of his trailer to see Ricky firing his pistol) Julian: Ricky, what are you shooting at?! Ricky: Shut the fuck up! Squirrels and dogs and assholes! (fires off his pistol once more) Shut up! Julian: Ricky, Ricky! Hold your fire. Julian: I'm either gonna become an electrician, a meat cutter, or I'm gonna get into television and radio broadcasting. Ricky: Will you dogs please stop barking? I'm trying to sleep here. I swear to God, I'll kill every one of ya! Julian: Ricky, would you shut up?! Go to sleep! (cuts to Julian inside the trailer) Well, I've been out of jail for a week now and it's time for me to make some important decisions in my life. Fuck Community College, Let's Get Drunk and Eat Chicken Fingers Ricky: Shut up! You better shut up or I'll come out there after ya. He just moved in here, there was nothing we could do about it. Julian: What the hell happened to my trailer, boys?! Cory: Okay, chill. Ricky: No more than two weeks, I promise. Julian: I want you outta that car in two days though, Ricky. And number two or three, or whatever the fuck number we're on. Which is no big deal, but you know I don't really wanna go back to jail. It's just that, Number One: we're on probation. Ricky: Me and Julian could definitely take care of the Cyrus thing. Now, I want a new TV, I want a VCR, and I want my porn tapes replaced because those were the creme de la creme. Cyrus: Hey! That's my shit!! Cyrus: Hey! That's my shit!! That's my shit!! Cyrus Obviously you didn't hear me when I said clear out your own shit. Cyrus: Why don't you go back to the bowling alley where you came from, helmet head? Ricky: You better chill out there, heavy metal dick. Randy: I've only got two left, I'm not giving you any. Season One (2001) Take Your Little Gun and Get Out of My Trailer Park Ricky: Smokes, let's go, gimme some smokes.