my spec script for a letterkenny cold open
[Wayne standing outside barn]
WAYNE: Your good buddy came back from the city the other day...
[cut to produce stand]
KATY: Dary, you better tuck in that bottom lip before a bird comes by and poops on it.
DAN: Yeah Daryls, yer lookin a little perturbeds over there.
DARY: It’s just... I seen something when I was in the city.
WAYNE: Probably another brunch bistro, fuckin’ citiots.
KATY: $15 for a sandwich. Pull your finger outta your ass.
WAYNE: That’s what I said, I said pull your finger outta yer ass.
DAN: So what’s the rumpus, Grumpus?
DARY: One night I ended up at a club with Dan’s second cousint.
KATY: Who, Garrett?
DAN: No, Jarrett.
DARY: And on the dance floor at this club, we seen this quirked-up white boy.
[Wayne sits up in his chair]
WAYNE: Quirked-up... white boy?
DARY: Quirked-up white boy.
DAN: You means like a skid?
KATY: More like a methed-up white boy.
WAYNE: Quirked up... white boy.
DARY: White boy was quirked up.
DAN: Quirks Bentley?
KATY: The Quirks of Being a Wallflower.
WAYNE: Was he quirkin’ hard or... hardly quirkin’?
DARY: Oh, he was quirkin’ 9 to 5.
DAN: Probably wearings his Quirkenstocks.
KATY: No need for a knee-quirk reaction.
DAN: No swags though, that’s for sure.
WAYNE: Oh, there's no way he had any swag, there’s no GODdamn way.
KATY: No swag on a quirked up white boy.
DARY: He had a little bit of swag.
KATY: Just a drill bit?
DARY: Just a horse bit.
DAN: Now Daryls, we all seen a quirked-up white boy with a TimBits of swag from time to times.
DARY: I know, but... it’s almost not worth thinkin’ about.
WAYNE: Get this guy a fuckin’ Puppers.
KATY: I shoulda packed a lunch for this.
DAN: Out with it, Dary.
DARY: My point is, he was busting it down sexual style.
[Wayne sits up again]
WAYNE: Busting it down... sexual style?
DARY: This quirked up white boy, with just bits and bites of swag, was busting it down sexual style.
DAN: How was it sexual styles?
DARY: I can’t really describe it. You know it when you see it.
KATY: Can confirm.
WAYNE: Katy...
KATY: I’m just saying, when you see a white boy bust it down, you can tell if it’s sexual style.
DAN: Y’know, Miss Katys, Professor Tricia says—
KATY: Withdrawn.
WAYNE: ...sexual style.
DARY: It was definitely sexual style.
WAYNE: OK Dary. Dary, OK. So you’re saying... this was a quirked-up white boy... with 16-bit of swag... busting it down... sexual style.
DARY: Quirked-up white boy, with a mosquito bit of swag, busting it down sexual style.
DAN: Can’t say I see a problems here.
KATY: Figure it out.
WAYNE: That’s what I said, I said figger it out.
DARY: I AM trying to figure it out! And what I’m trying to figure out is...
KATY: Tick tock.
DARY: ...is he goated with the sauce?
[Everyone sits up]
WAYNE: Goated... with the sauce.
DAN: Goateds with the sauce?
DARY: Goated with the sauce.
KATY: A quirked-up white boy… with a Ritz Bit of swag… busting it down sexual style… and you want to know if he’s goated with the sauce?
DARY: Almost not worth thinkin’ about.
WAYNE: Get this guy a fuckin’ Puppers.
DAN: Well, Daryls, given the evidence as laid out befores us... It seems fair to assumes he’s goated with the marinaras.
KATY: Goated with the Cholula.
DARY: So he’s goated with the chimichurri?
WAYNE: Goated with the Mae Ploy.
DAN: Low-sodium soys.
KATY: Rick and Morty Szechuan.
WAYNE: Goat-chujang.
DARY: Quirked-up white boy is goated!
KATY: Wonder if he’s single.
DAN: That’s goated if I ever seent it.
[cut back to Wayne in front of the barn]
WAYNE: ...with the sauce.
[theme song plays]
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