King of the Hill (1997–2010): Season 13, Episode 11 - Bwah My Nose - full transcript
Hank breaks his nose practicing for a state championship flag football rematch. But when he gets it fixed by a plastic surgeon, it's so perfect that he doesn't want to play in the game and risk ruining it.
Ripped By mstoll
I hate this day.
The anniversary of the worst
day of our lives.
The day we lost
our state championship game.
Arlen High sucks!
Mustangs! Mustangs!
What's up, losers?
Oh, man, here we go, man.
Talkin' 'bout every got-dang
ol' year, man, come by.
Taunt walk, suckas.
Everyone bow down
before the state champions.
Don't do it, Bill.
Come on, guys.
This isn't sportsmanlike
behavior.
Are you a big loser?
Yes, you are.
You are a loser!
I don't know
how you can gloat so much.
You won with four field goals.
Your kicker, Sergio, was the
only good player on your team.
This is the leg
that did it to you.
The leg that won us state!
Smell de feet.
I think it's pathetic
you guys still care
about that game.
I barely even think about it
because I have so much positive
stuff going on in my life now.
Mail's here.
There's something for you, Dad.
Such a fancy envelope.
Huh.
Could be from a customer.
"Dear Hank, thank you
for snapping your ankle
"and losing the game.
Best, The Mustangs."
Ugh, damn this day!
How dare they?
You have nothing
to be ashamed of, Hank.
You broke your ankle.
No one faults you
for getting hurt.
How can you possibly
blame yourself
for an injury like that?
This is your fault!
And you got them weak ankles
from your mommy,
'cause I didn't have no ankles
when I did it to her!
It has been 23 years, Hank.
And I, for one, am sick of it.
Showing up at my
grandmother's funeral
was just bad taste.
This has to end.
Peggy, Coach told us the state
championship is for life.
A moment that singularly defines
a man in victory or defeat.
It's where spirit and
determination are put on trial,
and the final verdict stands.
This won't be over until
everyone who was at that game
is dead.
Dang it!
Yeah, sucka!
Lock the doors!
We're sitting down to dinner,
for God's sake.
Careful eating, Hank.
You might choke!
This is the sound of
your ankle snapping.
All right, that tears it!
That's right.
We have had enough.
You poked the bear
one too many times.
Let's dance!
Get 'em, Mom!
All right, now just
calm down, everybody.
Guys, I have taken
your crap long enough.
I want a rematch.
Hells, yes.
I would love reliving
the greatest night
of my life, Hank Hill.
This rematch is on.
You just stepped into
the ring of fire, man.
I cannot wait for this,
except this time,
I think we should play
flag because we are old.
You... want... to
start... the ruckus.
You... want...
to start... the ruckus.
You... want...
to start... the ruckus.
Oh, Hank, what have you done?
A rematch?
But what if we don't win?
My life went downhill
after that game.
If we lose again,
I... I might not make it.
Come on, Bill.
For 23 years, the Mustangs have
tainted the title of champion.
Now we have the opportunity
to change history.
To show them
how real champions behave.
To stop the taunting.
Man, my-my dang ol' arm
is still... good, man.
I am bigger
than I was back then.
It will be an honor
to towel you guys again.
Well, all right, then.
It's time to get the team
back together.
Who knows where all
the Longhorns ended up.
They could be anywhere.
Fred!
Hello, sir, we're looking
for your son, Kevin.
Hank. It's me.
I'm Kevin.
It's been, uh...
hard couple of years.
Hank, I live in Phoenix now.
You want me to drop
everything, fly back to Arlen
to play a flag football game
against our high school rivals?
Of course I will.
Toasty towels if you need 'em!
Woo-hoo!
This is my field!
My turf!
Stay out of the
Bill-dozer's way!
This is so exciting.
Oh, you're lucky.
Your dad can actually
do something.
My dad is just a towel boy.
Lookin' good, Dad!
You should wear
flags more often!
Awesome folding, Dad!
Really... square!
Dude, I can't do it.
All right, guys, take a knee.
Now, I know it's been
a difficult
23 years... especially for me.
I'm sorry my ankle and I
let you guys down.
But today we start
a new journey...
One that will end
with our dignity.
It's time we blow away
the dark clouds
and let the sun finally
shine down on us in victory.
You said it, Hill.
If I could still feel anything,
I'd be inspired.
Now come on,
let's go kick some Mustang ass.
Go, Longhorns!
Dang ol' 21... holly...
30 eagle red red blue hike!
Protect the quarterback!
Ow. Aw, what happened?
Why are you looking at me
like that?
Oh, my God, I hurt Hank.
I broke his nose!
Hank, can you smell how many
fingers I'm holding up?
Is that brain?
Dear God, I think I see brain.
We gotta reset his nose
before the cartilage sticks.
Do what you need to do,
Kleehammer.
Just fix it so we can
get back to practice.
Someone get me two pencils
and a rock. Now!
Uh, wait, w...
I got a pencil and a stick.
Uh, are you sure that's
the best... procedure?
Don't worry, Hill,
I've reset a thousand noses
on the field.
Hold him still.
Here, you can bite
on this towel.
On the count of three.
One...
Ooh...
It's an art,
not a science, people.
Hey, stud.
How was practice?
I don't have to beat up
someone's son, do I?
It's not that bad.
I can barely feel it.
Probably because
you're in shock.
You have to go to the hospital.
No, no, they'll just tell me
I can't practice until it heals.
I have to get in shape.
A game like this usually only
comes along once in a lifetime.
What is that, that whistling?
Is that coming from your face?
Waiting rooms
are always so quiet.
It makes you want to scream,
but you know you shouldn't.
But you want to.
Peggy? Where am I?
I took you to the ER, Hank,
and they referred us
to this specialist.
How did you get me around?
It was surprisingly easy.
Your body was limp.
And a weird guy we met
in the parking lot helped.
A plastic surgeon?!
I can't be here.
I'm leaving.
Hank, you're in pain.
If you want to play football,
you need to get your nose
fixed first.
Oh... I don't know.
I guess if it'll get
me back on the field,
I'll stay to discuss my
necessary surgery.
I've made a nose out
of worse than this.
Have a look through
our nose book
and pick out one that you like.
I just want my nose back
like it was.
Oh, that old thing?
Hank, this is your chance
to do something different.
Something fun.
Oh, how about the Travolta?
I even think he could
pull off a Roger Staubach.
Staubach?
Uh, no, I just want my old nose.
Your call.
But, uh, after I straighten
out your nose,
is there anything else
you want me to change
while I'm in there?
Nope.
What I had was fine.
Really? Nothing at all?
My left nostril.
Oh, dear.
We've never talked
about it before.
It is bigger than the other.
It's easy to fix.
Then quit yammering
about it and do it.
Don't worry, guys.
The doctor will fix me right up,
and I'll be back on that field
in no time.
You better be, Hank.
Without you, we're gonna have to
build an offense around Kevin.
Kevin!
Well, it's time.
You were protecting
the quarterback.
Just doing your job.
Bill.
the moment
we've all been waiting for.
Hank, careful what you wish for,
because it just might come...
true!
Look at my trophy husband!
I don't care if they had
to use part of your butt.
That looks great!
My nostril.
You fixed it.
It's perfect.
Hey, it's Hank!
You fixed your nostril.
Your only imperfection.
It's so nice.
Can I rub it?
As long as it lets
the air in and out,
it doesn't matter.
The important thing is,
I'm ready for action.
All right, ladies,
let's play some football!
Good to have you back, Hank.
We're counting on you.
Hey, Hill,
now that your nose is fixed,
can you tell how bad you stink?
Hey, forget about those ladies.
Let them go shave their
legs, and braid their...
I don't know what ladies do.
Let's just play some football.
I got it! I got it!
My nose!
How did he miss that?
S-Sun was in my eyes.
Yeah.
Let's run it again, guys.
Move it! Move it!
No, don't hit it!
It's his nose.
It must still be hurt.
Hank's hurt!
Yes. Yes,
you're right, I'm hurt.
I-I have to go now.
I'm telling you, guys.
It's his nose.
It's still hurting
from the surgery.
But there's only three days left
till the game.
If Hank doesn't play,
I'm gonna need a lot of liquor
and a handful of anything.
Grab a flag, Towelie.
You're in the game!
What? I can't do anything.
I can't catch, I can't throw,
I can't even run.
Come on, Dad.
You can do it!
You may not be able to
run, but you can flee.
All right, you know,
I've had enough.
You play through the pain.
That's basic stuff.
It's time for me to send Hank
on a little trip called guilt.
Hey, buddy.
How's the nose feeling?
Uh, not so good.
P-Pretty bad.
Ow.
Yeah. I felt so bad once
that I moved to Phoenix.
After the state championship,
actually.
That you lost.
Phoenix is hotter than Texas,
if you can believe that.
Sucks.
I really wish I could
play, but the, uh...
the pain is just excruciating.
I better go ice my nose.
Well, there you are, sleepyhead!
You never sleep later than me.
I thought you were dead.
And it made me realize
how much I love you.
Where are you going?
We're gonna run some errands
before the game.
I'm gonna get a new duvet cover
for our bed.
Well, wait just a minute.
I'm coming, too.
You want to help us
pick out a duvet?
The big game is today.
Shouldn't you be painting
your chest and face?
I-I can't paint my face.
I'm in too much pain.
Uh-huh.
You do realize
I'm going to Frilly Lilly's?
Well, of course
you're going to Frilly Lilly's.
They have the best, um...
selection?
Okay.
Let me just grab
my jacket.
Didn't that hurt?
Oh. Oh, yes.
The, uh...
The pain is throbbing.
It's like a heartbeat
in my face.
You're gonna go see Dr. Cook.
So, Hank,
I gather you're experiencing
some discomfort.
He's faking.
Peggy? W-Why would
You say that?
You've seen the pain I'm in.
It's not your nose.
I touch it when you sleep.
He's been acting strange
ever since the surgery.
I can't figure out why.
Oh, I see this all the time.
People love my work so much
that they get a little vain.
Vanity?
That doesn't sound like Hank.
I just don't understand.
He wanted to play
in that game so much...
Wait.
You're too scared to play
in that game, aren't you?
What? I am not.
You're talking crazy.
Please.
As a kid who uses the cramps
as an excuse to get out of gym,
I know a faker when I hear one.
You've been waiting
your whole life
to redeem yourself,
and you're afraid if you play
in the game, you'll fail.
Oh, it's okay to admit
you're scared, Hank.
Scared?
Now, how can you say that?
That's ridiculous.
It's what he said.
I love my perfect, perfect nose.
Is it so wrong to be beautiful?
Your wife is right, you know.
Excuse me?
The walls are paper-thin.
Listen, we're all here because
there's something about us
we didn't like and
wanted to change.
For me, it was my ears,
nose and lips.
And a weak chin.
And it sounds like for you,
it's the fact
that you lost that game.
Listen to her, Hank.
She's much older
and wiser than she looks.
Thank you, dear.
You need to deal with your past.
Just like I dealt
with my thin lips.
Oh, yeah.
Mm-hmm.
No, no, it's not the same.
I just...
It was so horrible.
Everyone was counting on me,
and I blew it.
If I lose this game again,
it's forever.
Nothing is forever.
I used to have a penis.
I'm gonna remember something
from today.
And it can either be
what sh... him just said,
or you playing football.
Come on, Dad!
There's still time!
Go play some football, honey.
Just curious.
Over or under 60?
Way over.
Hey, man, talkin' 'bout time...
time out!
He's here to save us.
- Thank God.
- Oh, well done.
And in the fourth
quarter, pretty dramatic.
It's great to see you, Hank.
Even though
this is flag football,
it feels like
we're getting pummeled.
Gribble's got heart,
but he's no replacement for you.
Every coach dreams
of finding that spaz kid
who can play like Rudy or Radio.
But nobody's gonna make
a movie about Gribble.
There's mud in my lungs.
Don't worry, fellas.
We got this.
And when we win,
we'll give them a lesson
in how real champions behave.
Ho-yeah! Get that flag!
Careful with that fancy
face, Bruce Jenner.
He still has the flags.
Go, Hank!
All right, Dad!
Run...! Dad...!
All right!
Why did we agree to do this?
We had nothing to gain.
Thank you.
I can finally move back home and
get the hell out of Phoenix!
So, you see, your portfolio
is outperforming the market.
Mr. Portnoy, there's some people
here to see you.
Yvonne, I'm in a meeting.
Happy loserversary!
Not such a big shot
anymore, huh?
Just a lowly successful
financial professional!
I wouldn't trust this guy
with your money.
He'll just lose it,
'cause he's a loser!
He's a big baby loser!
Hey, this is fun.
Loser!
Yeah, man, happy dang
ol' loserversary, man...
I'm not a loser.
You are a loser.
Dang ol' loser, man.
Is it so wrong to be beautiful?
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I hate this day.
The anniversary of the worst
day of our lives.
The day we lost
our state championship game.
Arlen High sucks!
Mustangs! Mustangs!
What's up, losers?
Oh, man, here we go, man.
Talkin' 'bout every got-dang
ol' year, man, come by.
Taunt walk, suckas.
Everyone bow down
before the state champions.
Don't do it, Bill.
Come on, guys.
This isn't sportsmanlike
behavior.
Are you a big loser?
Yes, you are.
You are a loser!
I don't know
how you can gloat so much.
You won with four field goals.
Your kicker, Sergio, was the
only good player on your team.
This is the leg
that did it to you.
The leg that won us state!
Smell de feet.
I think it's pathetic
you guys still care
about that game.
I barely even think about it
because I have so much positive
stuff going on in my life now.
Mail's here.
There's something for you, Dad.
Such a fancy envelope.
Huh.
Could be from a customer.
"Dear Hank, thank you
for snapping your ankle
"and losing the game.
Best, The Mustangs."
Ugh, damn this day!
How dare they?
You have nothing
to be ashamed of, Hank.
You broke your ankle.
No one faults you
for getting hurt.
How can you possibly
blame yourself
for an injury like that?
This is your fault!
And you got them weak ankles
from your mommy,
'cause I didn't have no ankles
when I did it to her!
It has been 23 years, Hank.
And I, for one, am sick of it.
Showing up at my
grandmother's funeral
was just bad taste.
This has to end.
Peggy, Coach told us the state
championship is for life.
A moment that singularly defines
a man in victory or defeat.
It's where spirit and
determination are put on trial,
and the final verdict stands.
This won't be over until
everyone who was at that game
is dead.
Dang it!
Yeah, sucka!
Lock the doors!
We're sitting down to dinner,
for God's sake.
Careful eating, Hank.
You might choke!
This is the sound of
your ankle snapping.
All right, that tears it!
That's right.
We have had enough.
You poked the bear
one too many times.
Let's dance!
Get 'em, Mom!
All right, now just
calm down, everybody.
Guys, I have taken
your crap long enough.
I want a rematch.
Hells, yes.
I would love reliving
the greatest night
of my life, Hank Hill.
This rematch is on.
You just stepped into
the ring of fire, man.
I cannot wait for this,
except this time,
I think we should play
flag because we are old.
You... want... to
start... the ruckus.
You... want...
to start... the ruckus.
You... want...
to start... the ruckus.
Oh, Hank, what have you done?
A rematch?
But what if we don't win?
My life went downhill
after that game.
If we lose again,
I... I might not make it.
Come on, Bill.
For 23 years, the Mustangs have
tainted the title of champion.
Now we have the opportunity
to change history.
To show them
how real champions behave.
To stop the taunting.
Man, my-my dang ol' arm
is still... good, man.
I am bigger
than I was back then.
It will be an honor
to towel you guys again.
Well, all right, then.
It's time to get the team
back together.
Who knows where all
the Longhorns ended up.
They could be anywhere.
Fred!
Hello, sir, we're looking
for your son, Kevin.
Hank. It's me.
I'm Kevin.
It's been, uh...
hard couple of years.
Hank, I live in Phoenix now.
You want me to drop
everything, fly back to Arlen
to play a flag football game
against our high school rivals?
Of course I will.
Toasty towels if you need 'em!
Woo-hoo!
This is my field!
My turf!
Stay out of the
Bill-dozer's way!
This is so exciting.
Oh, you're lucky.
Your dad can actually
do something.
My dad is just a towel boy.
Lookin' good, Dad!
You should wear
flags more often!
Awesome folding, Dad!
Really... square!
Dude, I can't do it.
All right, guys, take a knee.
Now, I know it's been
a difficult
23 years... especially for me.
I'm sorry my ankle and I
let you guys down.
But today we start
a new journey...
One that will end
with our dignity.
It's time we blow away
the dark clouds
and let the sun finally
shine down on us in victory.
You said it, Hill.
If I could still feel anything,
I'd be inspired.
Now come on,
let's go kick some Mustang ass.
Go, Longhorns!
Dang ol' 21... holly...
30 eagle red red blue hike!
Protect the quarterback!
Ow. Aw, what happened?
Why are you looking at me
like that?
Oh, my God, I hurt Hank.
I broke his nose!
Hank, can you smell how many
fingers I'm holding up?
Is that brain?
Dear God, I think I see brain.
We gotta reset his nose
before the cartilage sticks.
Do what you need to do,
Kleehammer.
Just fix it so we can
get back to practice.
Someone get me two pencils
and a rock. Now!
Uh, wait, w...
I got a pencil and a stick.
Uh, are you sure that's
the best... procedure?
Don't worry, Hill,
I've reset a thousand noses
on the field.
Hold him still.
Here, you can bite
on this towel.
On the count of three.
One...
Ooh...
It's an art,
not a science, people.
Hey, stud.
How was practice?
I don't have to beat up
someone's son, do I?
It's not that bad.
I can barely feel it.
Probably because
you're in shock.
You have to go to the hospital.
No, no, they'll just tell me
I can't practice until it heals.
I have to get in shape.
A game like this usually only
comes along once in a lifetime.
What is that, that whistling?
Is that coming from your face?
Waiting rooms
are always so quiet.
It makes you want to scream,
but you know you shouldn't.
But you want to.
Peggy? Where am I?
I took you to the ER, Hank,
and they referred us
to this specialist.
How did you get me around?
It was surprisingly easy.
Your body was limp.
And a weird guy we met
in the parking lot helped.
A plastic surgeon?!
I can't be here.
I'm leaving.
Hank, you're in pain.
If you want to play football,
you need to get your nose
fixed first.
Oh... I don't know.
I guess if it'll get
me back on the field,
I'll stay to discuss my
necessary surgery.
I've made a nose out
of worse than this.
Have a look through
our nose book
and pick out one that you like.
I just want my nose back
like it was.
Oh, that old thing?
Hank, this is your chance
to do something different.
Something fun.
Oh, how about the Travolta?
I even think he could
pull off a Roger Staubach.
Staubach?
Uh, no, I just want my old nose.
Your call.
But, uh, after I straighten
out your nose,
is there anything else
you want me to change
while I'm in there?
Nope.
What I had was fine.
Really? Nothing at all?
My left nostril.
Oh, dear.
We've never talked
about it before.
It is bigger than the other.
It's easy to fix.
Then quit yammering
about it and do it.
Don't worry, guys.
The doctor will fix me right up,
and I'll be back on that field
in no time.
You better be, Hank.
Without you, we're gonna have to
build an offense around Kevin.
Kevin!
Well, it's time.
You were protecting
the quarterback.
Just doing your job.
Bill.
the moment
we've all been waiting for.
Hank, careful what you wish for,
because it just might come...
true!
Look at my trophy husband!
I don't care if they had
to use part of your butt.
That looks great!
My nostril.
You fixed it.
It's perfect.
Hey, it's Hank!
You fixed your nostril.
Your only imperfection.
It's so nice.
Can I rub it?
As long as it lets
the air in and out,
it doesn't matter.
The important thing is,
I'm ready for action.
All right, ladies,
let's play some football!
Good to have you back, Hank.
We're counting on you.
Hey, Hill,
now that your nose is fixed,
can you tell how bad you stink?
Hey, forget about those ladies.
Let them go shave their
legs, and braid their...
I don't know what ladies do.
Let's just play some football.
I got it! I got it!
My nose!
How did he miss that?
S-Sun was in my eyes.
Yeah.
Let's run it again, guys.
Move it! Move it!
No, don't hit it!
It's his nose.
It must still be hurt.
Hank's hurt!
Yes. Yes,
you're right, I'm hurt.
I-I have to go now.
I'm telling you, guys.
It's his nose.
It's still hurting
from the surgery.
But there's only three days left
till the game.
If Hank doesn't play,
I'm gonna need a lot of liquor
and a handful of anything.
Grab a flag, Towelie.
You're in the game!
What? I can't do anything.
I can't catch, I can't throw,
I can't even run.
Come on, Dad.
You can do it!
You may not be able to
run, but you can flee.
All right, you know,
I've had enough.
You play through the pain.
That's basic stuff.
It's time for me to send Hank
on a little trip called guilt.
Hey, buddy.
How's the nose feeling?
Uh, not so good.
P-Pretty bad.
Ow.
Yeah. I felt so bad once
that I moved to Phoenix.
After the state championship,
actually.
That you lost.
Phoenix is hotter than Texas,
if you can believe that.
Sucks.
I really wish I could
play, but the, uh...
the pain is just excruciating.
I better go ice my nose.
Well, there you are, sleepyhead!
You never sleep later than me.
I thought you were dead.
And it made me realize
how much I love you.
Where are you going?
We're gonna run some errands
before the game.
I'm gonna get a new duvet cover
for our bed.
Well, wait just a minute.
I'm coming, too.
You want to help us
pick out a duvet?
The big game is today.
Shouldn't you be painting
your chest and face?
I-I can't paint my face.
I'm in too much pain.
Uh-huh.
You do realize
I'm going to Frilly Lilly's?
Well, of course
you're going to Frilly Lilly's.
They have the best, um...
selection?
Okay.
Let me just grab
my jacket.
Didn't that hurt?
Oh. Oh, yes.
The, uh...
The pain is throbbing.
It's like a heartbeat
in my face.
You're gonna go see Dr. Cook.
So, Hank,
I gather you're experiencing
some discomfort.
He's faking.
Peggy? W-Why would
You say that?
You've seen the pain I'm in.
It's not your nose.
I touch it when you sleep.
He's been acting strange
ever since the surgery.
I can't figure out why.
Oh, I see this all the time.
People love my work so much
that they get a little vain.
Vanity?
That doesn't sound like Hank.
I just don't understand.
He wanted to play
in that game so much...
Wait.
You're too scared to play
in that game, aren't you?
What? I am not.
You're talking crazy.
Please.
As a kid who uses the cramps
as an excuse to get out of gym,
I know a faker when I hear one.
You've been waiting
your whole life
to redeem yourself,
and you're afraid if you play
in the game, you'll fail.
Oh, it's okay to admit
you're scared, Hank.
Scared?
Now, how can you say that?
That's ridiculous.
It's what he said.
I love my perfect, perfect nose.
Is it so wrong to be beautiful?
Your wife is right, you know.
Excuse me?
The walls are paper-thin.
Listen, we're all here because
there's something about us
we didn't like and
wanted to change.
For me, it was my ears,
nose and lips.
And a weak chin.
And it sounds like for you,
it's the fact
that you lost that game.
Listen to her, Hank.
She's much older
and wiser than she looks.
Thank you, dear.
You need to deal with your past.
Just like I dealt
with my thin lips.
Oh, yeah.
Mm-hmm.
No, no, it's not the same.
I just...
It was so horrible.
Everyone was counting on me,
and I blew it.
If I lose this game again,
it's forever.
Nothing is forever.
I used to have a penis.
I'm gonna remember something
from today.
And it can either be
what sh... him just said,
or you playing football.
Come on, Dad!
There's still time!
Go play some football, honey.
Just curious.
Over or under 60?
Way over.
Hey, man, talkin' 'bout time...
time out!
He's here to save us.
- Thank God.
- Oh, well done.
And in the fourth
quarter, pretty dramatic.
It's great to see you, Hank.
Even though
this is flag football,
it feels like
we're getting pummeled.
Gribble's got heart,
but he's no replacement for you.
Every coach dreams
of finding that spaz kid
who can play like Rudy or Radio.
But nobody's gonna make
a movie about Gribble.
There's mud in my lungs.
Don't worry, fellas.
We got this.
And when we win,
we'll give them a lesson
in how real champions behave.
Ho-yeah! Get that flag!
Careful with that fancy
face, Bruce Jenner.
He still has the flags.
Go, Hank!
All right, Dad!
Run...! Dad...!
All right!
Why did we agree to do this?
We had nothing to gain.
Thank you.
I can finally move back home and
get the hell out of Phoenix!
So, you see, your portfolio
is outperforming the market.
Mr. Portnoy, there's some people
here to see you.
Yvonne, I'm in a meeting.
Happy loserversary!
Not such a big shot
anymore, huh?
Just a lowly successful
financial professional!
I wouldn't trust this guy
with your money.
He'll just lose it,
'cause he's a loser!
He's a big baby loser!
Hey, this is fun.
Loser!
Yeah, man, happy dang
ol' loserversary, man...
I'm not a loser.
You are a loser.
Dang ol' loser, man.
Is it so wrong to be beautiful?
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