(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. 8.1 I Banged Lucy and Knocked Her Up.No Big Deal.7.4 Gimme My Fucking Money or Randy's Dead.6.3 Jim Lahey is a Fuckin' Drunk And He Always Will Be.5 Dear Santa Claus, Go Fuck Yourself (2004).3.7 A Shit Leopard Can't Change Its Spots.3.6 Where in the Fuck is Randy's Barbecue?.3.3 If I Can't Smoke and Swear, I'm Fucked.3.2 Temporary Relief Assistant Trailer Park Supervisor.2.3 A Dope Trailer Is No Place for a Kitty.2.1 What in the Fuck Happened to Our Trailer Park?.1.6 Who The Hell Invited These Idiots To My Wedding?.1.2 Fuck Community College, Let's Get Drunk and Eat Chicken Fingers.1.1 Take Your Little Gun and Get Out of My Trailer Park.