paul: holy shit, what are you doing, man?

grimm: i'm cool, i'm cool.

bert: are you spyin' on us or something, man?

grimm: i'm cool.

karen: wait -- is your dog friendly?

grimm: yeah, yeah. he's cool. this is dr. mambo. here, boy. come on. come on, dr. mambo!

marcy: is it "dr." like a physician or a professor?

grimm: yeah, he's a professor. of being a dog! oof! faced! scratch-moded. (poses) it's a positive bonfire. got room for one more?

jeff: um, actually, we were kind of having a private conversation, if you don't mind.

grimm: that's cool, that's cool. um, i guess i'll go smoke all of this weed by myself, then.

all: oh, no, no, it's fine! that's fine!

jeff: it's not that private.

grimm: awesome.

karen: yeah, sit right here!

bert: (whispers) i think he's gonna fuck her.

grimm: awesome.

karen: wait, so your name was...

grimm: justin. but you can call me grimm.

karen: grimm....

marcy: like grimace?

grimm: grimm is my skating name. i got it in berkeley when i was competing in the x-games.

bert: oh, really? karen's gonna go to berkeley.

grimm: du-u-u-u-u-ude. awe-some.

karen: yeah, i love berkeley. i mean, people there are so wacked. you know, i met these guys, and they had me fucked up for like five days straight. they wouldn't let me drink anything but beer.

grimm: yeah, i've totally done that, except i did it with JD.

bert: karen's got a great idea. we should only drink beer for the rest of the trip.

jeff: um, i could probably do that, bert, but i doubt you could.

bert: well, alright, i'll bet you. i can only drink beer for the rest of the trip, okay? if i drink anything else, you can have the rest of my supply.

jeff: alright, you're on. we only drink beer.

bert: yeah, you're on.

paul: so um, so what, you're like a skater? is that your occupation?

(thunderclap nearby)

grimm: oh, crap.

marcy: party's over.

jeff: hey, uh, justin, uh, grimm... you wanna come inside for a little bit?

grimm: uh, you know what, i'd love to, but i left all this shit outside my tent and it's startin' to rain. if it gets fucked up it's like $4000 worth of shit pissed away.

paul: wait, how far's your tent?

grimm: it's like twenty minutes away, but you know, if i book, i can be back in like thirty.

karen: cool. bring the weed.

grimm: i will. alright, cool. check you dudes later. come on, dr. mambo.

(and grimm heads off to his eventual doom in a cave.)