Super Bad punches him in the mouth for the third time yelling "Bad Mother Fucker, quit spilling your fucking Jack Daniels all over my popcorn!" The corner of  his mouth oozes blood as he looks up at the screen to see flashes of lipstick lesbians in cheesy nurse's outfits. He lifts the bottle to his lips, "As soon as I finish this bottle I am going to beat the piss out of you, by the way what fucking movie are we watching?"

As they argue the manager of the theater comes in and starts screaming about a couple of drunken assholes for about 3 minutes before they realize he is yelling at them. Bad Mother Fucker glances up, spits out a mouthful of blood and Jack Daniel's"Shut the FUCK up man, people are trying to watch this movie." The manager flabbergasted at this display of disrespect storms out of the theater to retrieve security.

After being tossed out onto the street they look at each other in disgust. Blood is still oozing out of Bad Mother Fuckers mouth when Super Bad hits him again "We still have 2 hours to kill before our flight to Las Vegas, Why the FUCK do you always get us thrown out of porn flicks? Can't you just sit and play with yourself in peace? You're always drinking out of that bott…."

    Super Bad realizes as they were thrown out of the theater the bottle of Jack Daniel's was broken and he is now staring down the barrel of Bad Mother Fuckers Desert Eagle 50.

    With the gun is still pressed to his temple, he grabs Bad Mother Fucker and drags him to the Bad Ass Mobile where he retrieves a new unopened bottle .

    Bad Mother Fucker opens the bottle takes a swig and slowly removes the gun from Super Bads temple and then slides through the window and onto the empty bottles of Jack Daniel's that clutter the back seat and mutters something about an old girl friend he hates.

    Super Bad jumps into the front seat and fires up the Bad Ass Mobile. Bad Mother Fucker mumbles "Are we off to Vegas yet, we still need to get with some hookers once we make that beer run for Puchteca." Super Bad curses under his breath, " Fucking idiot, it's a drug run".

    They speed off to the Las Angeles airport to wait for their flight to Las Vegas.

    As they board the stewardess tells Bad Mother Fucker that he can't take the  bottle  of Jack Daniels with him on the plane. Bad Mother Fucker looks at her and smiles, "listen baby, I can make this trip your worst fucking nightmare or I can sit in my seat and drink from this bottle and be quiet."

    He grabs the stewardess by her wrists and kisses her lightly on the lips, "What do you think Bitch, you want me to leave this bottle".

    Super Bad smacks him and apologizes to the stewardess . He tells her to just overlook the bottle and slips her a $100.00 that he had swiped earlier from Bad Mother Fuckers "stolen" money clip.

    They settle down for the flight as Bad Mother Fucker takes his seat, reclines it and promptly starts' nursing off the bottle.

    Super Bad attempts to flirt with the waitress to get some extra Royal Crown Cola instead of the small girlie cup they normally serve. She smiles " I think your both a couple of assholes, but since I dig assholes like you, why don't you have a couple of drinks on me.", Super Bad and Bad Mother Fucker perk up, "Not "BODY SHOTS" you dirty bastards just free of charge."

    The stewardess seems  slightly relieved  to be escorting them off the plane as it lands in Las Vegas. She smiles an evil smile, slaps Bad Mother Fucker across the face "I hope you die you sexy piece of shit, but not until after your return trip."She then winks and pinches his ass. He smiles and thinks outloud  about the return trip to Los Angeles with the stewardess, "I am one lucky sum bitch." 

    As they approach the rental car desk, Super Bad starts to get an angry look on his face, "Why did we leave the Bad Ass Mobile in Los Angeles? You are such an asshole Bad Mother Fucker, you know that's the only car I like to drive!"

"You want the Bad Ass Mobile to be a part of this beer run? That's why we left it".

"This is a fucking DRUG run you stupid drunk fuck up!!"

    Bad Mother Fucker starts laughing " what the fuck did you go and do that for ya idiot, I was playing it all cool with the beer run as a cover up.", Airport security hearing the argument  starts  to surround them.

    Super Bad looks at him and tries to throw a punch, but Airport Security tackles both of them to the ground. They are dragged to an interrogation room where they are kept for the next 2 hours.

    Bad Mother Fucker becomes restless without his bottle of Jack Daniel's.He rifles through his pockets hoping for a small complimentary bottle from the plane. There he finds his collection of lock pics.Super Bad is pissed that Bad Mother Fucker had forgotten about them.

    Bad Mother Fucker manuvers the lockpics until the door clicks open. He looks quite pleased with himself as Super Bad drags him out of the iterrogation room. They head to the nearest payphone and Super-Bad deposits his $.87 cents even though it is only a $.25 call.

    They call Puchteca to find out about the drug run and Bad Mother Fucker can hear him yelling into Super Bads ear "You Fucking bastards are late and on top of that I heard about the incident in the airport. I will have the run ready for you tomorrow. Why don't you go get some hookers or whatever it is you bastards do."

Bad Mother fucker thinks outloud, "lets do a beer run and then get hookers"