I know you're old, a slobbering old man, but we're gonna check you in, alright? (Uncle Larry): I'm fine. I can walk. Look, I don't need this. I can walk. No, the doctors will know, alright? You're saying you can walk by yourself?
(Uncle Larry): I can walk by myself...
(Jesse): Alright, but we're still going in. I don't wanna go in! We're still going in... ayy lmao what's up.

(Uncle Larry): Where's your Dad at? I don't, he's not, I'd... I think he might be out working on the pool or something. I think.  
(Uncle Larry): Really? (Uncle Larry): Alright, well hey! Open this fucking gate up, will you? Alright, calm down! I just wanna make sure my Dad doesn't know you're here. Why are you even here? I don't... (Uncle Larry): I don't give a shit if he doesn't know I'm here or not, would you just open this fucking gate up? (Jesse): I just feel very uncomfortable, I don't... I don't wanna get in trouble, I don't want to get in trou-- (Uncle Larry): --all the shit I've done for you, would you just trust me for once in your life where you fucking trust me? I do! I-  
(Uncle Larry): I've trusted you before, Jess. Right?

*Car alarm goes off* Corn, get the fuck in here! Get in! Holy shit, shit... shit... get him on his back, get him on his back. Oh, fuck, hold on... We gotta move you over, come on. Give me your back, give me your back! Come on... oh, fuck... ok, you alright, you're good? You good? (Uncle Larry): I don't wanna... It's like five minutes away, alright? Alright, hang in there! Hang in there! Holy shit... oh, fuck... Alright, we'll get you there, we'll get you there! Hang on, hang on! Oh, fuck... *Jesse sobbing* Fuck! You're alright, you good? Uncle Larry, you're alright? You're alright, right? UNCLE LARRY!! Come on, come on! Come on... Stay with us, stay with us... It's like a few minutes... It's just a few minutes away, alright?

Demma got really into it. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (Corn): *Laughs* Who's that? Hey! (Uncle Larry on the phone): Jesse! Could you open this gate out here? Are you at my house right now? (Uncle Larry): Yeah, I'm outside your house. Could you open this fucking gate? Yeah, geez, wow. I didn't even know you were coming over. I called you last night. (Uncle Larry): Yeah, I know. I heard your voicemail last night and everything. I heard that your fucking Dad-- (Jesse): Ok, alright, alright! Hold on, I'm just gonna get the clicker. I wish I could give you the code but... I don't. My Dad never gave me that. (Uncle Larry): Where's your Dad at right now? (Jesse): Umm... Well, that's a thing, actually. I don't think it's a good idea that you're here.

(Uncle Larry): Why's that? 'Cause he said he didn't want you over here. He doesn't want me to see you, he doesn't want you to see me, you shouldn't be here-- (Uncle Larry): I don't give a fucking shit about that, is he, is he home? I don't know, hold on, let me check his little security camera shit. Oh, I could see you right.. Uncle Larry, what are you doing in your...
(Uncle Larry): You see me? Why.. Yeah, but why are you in your truck? (Uncle Larry): Because it's my truck, why the fuck you talking about it? Because it doesn't work, we couldn't even move the trailer because it doesn't work, I thought the brakes were broken? (Uncle Larry): It does work, I got here, didn't I? Now just open this fucking gate up, would you? I'm just, it's my.. I shouldn't because my Dad's gonna be pissed, my Dad's gonna be pissed off if you're here.

Corn, what the fuck... Oh, my God, I can't believe you just did that... Aw, fuck... Holy shit. Holy shit... We're in the parking lot right now! (Uncle Larry): Where..? (Jesse): I'm pulling in, we're at the hospital, we're at the hospital, we're gonna go get you checked in. There it is. We're good, we're good. We're gonna get you out, alright? (Uncle Larry): I ain't going to no hospital, man... (Jesse): What?? I'm not going to the hospital... (Jesse): Yes you are! Yes you are. I had my brain injury and I know, it doesn't happen until later, it doesn't sink in. No, I'm fine! No! (Jesse): We're going in, I don't care. Uncle Larry: I'm not going to the fucking hospital... You passed out for like five minutes, you're going in, come on.

(Corn behind the camera): Dude! Please tell me you were not sleeping with this thing. Get the fuck over it. I'm serious, I'm at my wit's end right now with people hating on Demma. I don't see what the big deal is, it's like a fucking stuffed animal. And, guess what? My dad threw out damn near everything, so I don't even have my fucking Belly Button Worms in here. Those were me and Juliette's, like, relationship presents to each other over the last two and a half years. It's not like... You're telling me you wouldn't sleep with that? (Corn): Can't say that I would... Actually, umm... We had a... we were playing a little puppet show. *Jesse's phone signal* Fuck it, we were playing a little puppet show. Last night, I mean, there's nothing else... *Phone still ringing* I'll have to show it to you later, it's pretty good.

I'm glad. I'm glad you're talking. You're alright though. Well, we're still gonna go check you in, ok? (Uncle Larry): No, I'm alright! I know, you may feel alright, but, you know, you're probably feeling all sorts of adrenaline and shit. Get up! Come on. Can you walk? Are you good? Do I need to have them come out here to you, or... (Uncle Larry): I'm fine! You don't look fine! You don't seem, you're not even walking straight, come on. Put your arm around me, and we gonna walk you in, ok? No, no I'm good, I... You're being slobbering, I get it, just when I was gonna open the gate, I can't fucking leave you... (Uncle Larry): I'm fine... Ok, yeah! But we're still gonna check you in. That's what they're gonna figure out!

We're gonna get you to my car. What the fuck were you thinking? Shit, holy shit... Oh, be careful, be careful! Come on, come on!! Come on, stand! Stand! Fuck... Corn, help me! Help me! Help me, come here! Come on, put down the fucking camera, Jesus fucking Christ!! Come on!, ok, come on... You're alright... The car's right there, we'll lay you in the back.. Ok? Lay you in the back. (Uncle Larry): 'Just want it to be fucking over... (Jesse): I know! I know.. I know... I know.. Just don't... Save your breath... We're gonna get you to the hospital, ok? Oh, fuck... Holy shit, holy shit... Ok, alright... we're gonna lay you in the back here... 'The fuck is in this... Just lay down, lay down, lay down. Holy shit... Holy fuck!

Uncle Larry? Uncle Larry, are you alright? Holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck! (Jeffrey Sr.): 'The fuck ails you two? (Jeffrey Sr.): What the hell? (Jesse): Help me! Dad, help! Get that piece of shit out of my yard. HELP! He's hurt, he's hurt! Uncle Larry! Hold on, hold on... Are you alright? Are you ok? Hold on, you're breathing, are you good? Uncle Larry! Fuck... Fuck... I'm gonna get you out of here! You standing? Come on, fuck! Fuck!! *Screaming* Can you breathe, are you alright? Fuck, fuck... Corn.. Fuck, fuck, ok, ok, DAAAAAD??! Oh, fuck.. Holy fuck... I got you, I got you! *Sobbing and screaming* Please, please.. Please, please, please... Please, Come on, come on! Come on, please, please!

Yeah! (Uncle Larry): Trust me with this! I trusted you with the camper, and when you put the fucking cable over Melissa's property. Now just open this fucking gate up! OKAY! Alright! *Click* (Jesse): I'm trying to click it right now. *Click* (Jesse): There. (Uncle Larry): You might want to come outside for this... What? (Jesse): Come outside for what? I don't want you causing a big scene, Uncle Larry. *Hangs up* (Jesse): He just hung up... Yo, what the fuck? What the fuck is he doing? 'The fuck does that even mean? (Jesse): U-uncle Larry? HOLY SHIT, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! *Mating Call* Oh, fuck! Holy shit! *Mating Call* *splashing* Uncle Larry?! Holy shit, holy shit! Holy fuck..

Come on, please, come on... You okay?? You breathing? You good? Are you good, Uncle Larry? Uncle Larry! Fuck, fuck.. DAAAAD!! DAAAAAAAD?!! Fuck, fuck... okay.. I don't know what to do! What do you do? What do you do? Hold on... He's breathing, he's breathing, Uncle Larry! Uncle Larry, hey! Hey! Are you... are you ok..? Come on, come on! We need to get you to a hospital, we're going to a hospital right now. Come on! (Uncle Larry): *Sighs* Fuck... You good? You good? Say something, say something! (Uncle Larry) I'm alright... You're good, YOU'RE GOOD?? What the fuck were you thinking? *Sighs* It doesn't matter, doesn't matter... Come on.. Can you stand? Can you stand? You good? I'll try and carry you, I'll try and carry... come on!

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