(Alcotán, dog, farts)
¡¡¡ PFFFFFFFFT !!!
Timoteo:
Jesu Christi! What do you feed that thing?
Rick:
Eats only what he kills.
Timoteo:
Jesus… I’m afraid to shoot him.
Rick:
Go downwind.
Timoteo:
Go to hell.
Alcotán, cur:
Groans
Timoteo
Even your stupid dog agrees.
Rick
He adopted you my friend.
Timoteo
How about you be a good house bitch and cook something besides chick peas … Every … Fucking. Night.
Rick:
You could eat rose petals and still shit death.
(Timoteo farts)
¡¡¡ BRAAAAAAAP !!!
Timoteo:
Oops.
Rick:
Oh jeeezus! You soiled half the valley with that one.
Timoteo:
Ooooooh.
Rick:
See. Told you.
Timoteo:
(Turns head, looks down at his ass)
That’s paella for a city of Catholic cocksuckers down there.
Rick:
You’re going to need a handful of hedgehogs to wipe that ass.
Timoteo:
( starts down the hill)
Shoot that mange-y fucking cur of yours.
Alcotán, cur:
Grrrrrrrrr