Danny : [shouts]  For fuck sakes, Ricky! What the fuck are you doing with the satellites? I paid ten fuckin' dollars! I want my fucking satellite signal! Jesus Christ! Ricky : Danny, chill the fuck out! I'm fucking trying here, it'll be back up in a bit! Calm the fuck down. Satellite Employee : Look, if these satellites aren't down in ten minutes, I'll have no choice but to call the cops. Julian : Ricky, get the dishes off my roof. Ricky : [starts throwing dishes off the roof]  I'll take every fucking one of these down, is that what you want? Fuckin' retards. I don't give a fuck about this stupid bullshit. [smashes a dish through the TV van's windshield]  Ricky : There, they're in the fuckin' van, now leave. Danny : [in the background]  Ten fuckin' dollars a month!

Ricky : What, do you own space? No, NASA does. [pronounces it "Nay-Saw"]  Satellite Employee : Naysaw? Ricky : Rocket people? Perhaps you've heard of them? Satellite Employee : It's NASA!

Danny : [shouts]  For fuck sakes, Ricky! What the fuck are you doing with the satellites? I paid ten fuckin' dollars! I want my fucking satellite signal! Jesus Christ! Ricky : Danny, chill the fuck out! I'm fucking trying here, it'll be back up in a bit! Calm the fuck down. Satellite Employee : Look, if these satellites aren't down in ten minutes, I'll have no choice but to call the cops. Julian : Ricky, get the dishes off my roof. Ricky : [starts throwing dishes off the roof]  I'll take every fucking one of these down, is that what you want? Fuckin' retards. I don't give a fuck about this stupid bullshit. [smashes a dish through the TV van's windshield]  Ricky : There, they're in the fuckin' van, now leave. Danny : [in the background]  Ten fuckin' dollars a month!

Ricky : What, do you own space? No, NASA does. [pronounces it "Nay-Saw"]  Satellite Employee : Naysaw? Ricky : Rocket people? Perhaps you've heard of them? Satellite Employee : It's NASA!