Costa Rican Summer

Good morning, my queen.

Good morning, Ding-Dong.

I think today can be a special one for you.

I think you're right, Pammy.

I found some backwash from this one.

Nice.

Come on, Dinger, I'm serious,

I sense a change coming, something for the better.

Pammy, you're the only thing that's good for me.

No, Dinger, something really good for you.

Just be open to it.

So now you gotta go to the other guy, huh?

Hey, come on, sweetie. Dont be jealous.

You know youre my only fully-interactive fantasy.

Just remember, carpe diem.

Carpe Diem.

God, I love it when you talk dirty to me.

You are the sexiest thing thats ever been on this beach.

We have waves, palm trees, man.

My kind of school.

Yo. Whoa, who, whos this babe right here?

Hi, handsome. How are you?

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Yeah, youre no Aunt Carla. You got body karate.

Thats Tasty.

And thats Doobie.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Those arent names for good students.

You know the drill.

Free room, board and tutoring in exchange for some really hard work.

You could take a lesson from our resident surf pro,

but unfortunately, hes a little comatose these days.

You guys heard of Dinger Doolittle?

Dinger Doolittle, the former World Champ?

Yeah, the guy used to be my hero.

Hm, now hed be in Lindsay Lohans hero.

Hi, Carla.

Hi, girls.

I see the boys are here.

Ve are going svimming now,

so maybe after you unpack you want to cool off? Ya?

Ya.

Okay, ve go unpack, yeah? Yeah.

We are going fishing for Swedish fish.

Twenty, twenty-one.

Ready to play?

Ready.

Ya, you boys are such good strong svimmers.

Yeah, vonderful.

You boys want to play pool game?

Yeah.

Strip poker!

That is not pool game.

Oh, with you and some plastic cards, it is.

Yeah.

I am Inga.

I am Rikki.

I can move.

No need.

As long as you let me read in peace.

You're not Swedish.

And youre not letting me read in peace.

Sorry.

We were thinking about playing Marco Polo. We against you.

Uh, okay. And we come and grab you

Ya.

Okay, I'm in.

Yeah.

But I think this make the game more fun.

Ya?

Ya.

Ya.

Oh.

Ya.

Ya.

Ya. Okay, let's play it.

I could ask them to stop.

You could, but you won't.

Youre a surfer.

Not exactly in your character.

Bye.

Marco.

Polo.

Marco.

Polo.

Marco.

Marco.

Polo.

Marco.

Marco!

Polo.

Marco.

Marco.

Polo.

Marco.

Marco?

Polo.

Marco?

Polo.

Marco.

Polo.

Marco.

Polo.

Whoa.

Was I just dreaming?

Are you knuckleheads ready to surf Costa Rica?

[cheerful music in Spanish]

Whoo-hoo!

Bro, I think I saw a mermaid.

Dude, those waves are carved out of marble.

Dude, I cant believe how warm this water is.

Told yo, Costa Rica, baby,

I cant wait to meet Dinger.

Hans.

Looks like youve got a cocktail frank in there.

Or maybe its a little wiener schnitzel /i.

No, get outta here. Im serious.

You fuck-up. You.

[whistling of supposed projectile]

I dont think FedEx even delivers a package that small.

Forget school and just surf.

Shred.

One day youll learn about priorities, Tasty,

lifes not just about catching waves.

Oh-ho.

Thats the day that Doobie and I

say, check, please. Were going to pipeline heaven

in the sky. Thank you

Its like surf or die, brother.

Hey, guys. Lets go talk to Dinger Doolittle.

Ah, Dinger.

Hey, Ding-Dong.

I think today could be a special for one for you.

European men will no longer be allowed to wear Speedos on the beach.

Thank God.

Cause if I see another banana hammock around here, I

Ill never eat fruit again.

Whoa! Who the heck are you squids?

We came to meet... you.

Were helping out Carla.

Now, thats a woman that the Dinger

needs to get to know up close and personal

cause she is one tasty tuna tartar.

Shes a sexy salmon surprise.

Just the classiest clam Ive ever-- Oh.

Who are you again?

I'm Kyle. Her nephew.

Oh. Magnificent woman.

Upstanding character.

I mean, Ive never even thought about playing hiding the halibut with her,

or fondle the flounder, or grinding the grouper on her--

Okay. Got it. Got it.

Aunt Carla tell you about Brad the Butt-munching butt-muncher?

No. Who is that?

Some ex-surf pros ass I used to kick on the reg.

Now he inherited all of his daddys dinero and he bought up half this coast.

And youre aunts falling behind on her payments.

That's why she needed the help.

Yep. Your Aunt Carla sure got her tit in a ringer.

What?

Whoa. That was just a metaphor.

I would never talk about your aunts gorgeous guavas like that.

I mean, with the ample size of those merry melons,

I dont think I could even get em in a ringer.

What?

Who?

Hey, before Carla has a titty tantrum,

check out this shit I swiped from my dad.

Whoo-hoo!

All right. Home brewed.

Dad keeps it in the garage refrigerator at 38 degrees. Smell it.

Whoa.

Dude, it smells like gasoline and vomit.

Right?

Old school potent shit.

You know my dad used to be a pimp in the '70s?

Nice.

He said this would set him up for the takedown every time.

Yeah.

Would definitely take a girl down, thats for sure.

Might kill one, too.

Yeah. Take it down treasure lane.

What do you two have on?

It's his dad's super pimp potion.

Well, it smells more like gasoline and vomit.

See, it just takes time

for it to work on hot babes like you, you know.

Honey, I dont have enough time in the day for that

Go shower before I hose you off myself.

Yeah, but how are you gonna go crazy for us with hot teacher desire?

Hamilton!

You wanna watch us take a shower?

Im, you can do it later.

[soft music sung in Spanish]

Hey, bro, sit down, man.

You know, you have real artists out there, huh?

Ripping it up. I can feel it. I can see it.