Superjail! (2007) s02e03 Episode Script
Lord Stingray Crash Party
Superjail! Lord Stingray Crash Party.
Come on! Seriously? Those guys are dicks! What? Really? Under attack? I didn't notice, moron! What? No, no, I'm at the rendez-vous point.
Where the hell are you? No.
Then where the *beep* am I? I'll call you back.
So, I thought, what is the difference between soup and stew.
Right? How do I put this nicely, Jared? I don't give a crap.
Listen to you *** is something only a friend should endure.
And a man of my position doesn't have friends.
Hello, who's that? Not one of our inmates.
Look how he uses his power.
Authority.
Fashion sense.
Jailbot! Go get him! Be gentle.
Well, of course a man of my exalted position really has time for social calls.
But with my own island-fortress just down the Acapilico, I said to myself: Stingray, it's time to do the neighbourly thing, and pop over and say 'Hi'.
Fascinating.
Now, tell me, what kind of work are you in, Stingray? You will address me as Lord Stingray! Of course, what was I thinking? Would you care for a tour, Stingray? L-l-lord Stingray, huh, sorry.
No sign of Stingray, Sir.
Looks like he gave us the slip again.
Scotch and Soda! I'm sorry, Sir.
I It ain't your fault, son.
Why don't you just head down back to your *** and pack your bags 'cause you're freaking career is freaking over.
Sir! I'm picking up a signal from a nearby remote island volcano.
It looks like Stingray, Sir.
I'd recognize that bleep anywhere.
Girls in straps! Settler! This is some lair you got here, Warden.
Double titaniun walls.
Triple.
I figure why settle for two? - Mochachino? - No.
I like my joe like I like my minions.
Simple and strong.
Me too.
Jailbot! Two cups.
Black.
But Warden, you Silence, drone.
You let your underlings question you? 'Course not.
Shush, drone! *** boys.
Catch us a Stingray! Listen, Warden.
I gotta level with you.
I'm no ordinary fortress guy.
I-I'm a visionary.
A maverick.
- Just like you.
- Like me? And you know what happens when two mavericks get together? A life-long friendship blossoms? No.
The man tries to bring us down.
Are you gonna let the man do that to us? No way, Stingray! No Lord Stingray.
Behold! My impenetrable defense shield.
Well played, Warden.
Man It's pouring arms and legs out there.
Then Lord Stingray should stay the night.
Like a slumber party! Yes.
Can I invite a couple of friends.
Mi casa es your casa.
That.
Is.
The plan.
Mayday, mayday.
We're down at nearest Girls on straps! Send off.
Peepers.
Blow job.
Rip tide.
Cook out.
Black face.
All right, listen up.
men.
We're only six deeper *** We're stalls in straps, dammit.
That's the baddest, meanest, most elite I'm sorry.
Come on! - Pictures didn't lie about this place, right? - Lord Stingray! - Oh boy, here comes Captain Clean.
- Lord Stingray.
Check me out, buddy.
Look! Like we are twins now, huh? I want you to meet my wife.
Mistress Killda.
No touching.
And this is her boyfriend slash my assistant.
Catastro! No touching.
Say, Lord Stingray, when I said "invite some peeps over" I was thinking it's just a few.
I think it's time we talked.
What do you mean? We are buddies, right? Look.
I'm what you might call a tyrannical ruler, okay? I plan to stuff nuclear weapons, international space stations, President's daughters.
I see something I want - I take it.
Now, take Superjail for example.
What? Oh no, actually.
I'm taking Superjail.
I see one of Stingray's henchmen.
Real big son of a bitch.
Track him.
He could lead us to the eagle's nest.
I've lost visual.
Freeze! Take us to your leader.
Warden! You're alive! Oh, Jared.
How can I been fooled by a fancy outfit and the bunch of sweet talk.
Stingray wasn't my real friend.
You're my real pal, Jared.
Oh, Warden.
Do you really mean it? Not really, but those guys look really pissed and I think I'm gonna need a human shield.
This is all your fault, Warden.
Payback's a bitch.
And so am I.
Where to run, Warden? You're in my house now, little man.
Your house? Your house? This isn't your house.
There's your house! Superjail! Where you lived like privileged veal, rather than billowing pigs.
Superjail.
Where the inmates are free to shove one another in clean glistening shower stalls, Superjail.
It's your home, creepy tatooed man.
And it's your home, serial rapist.
And your's too, white supremacist guy.
And dammit, it's worth fighting for! Now dig! Everybody dig! Together.
Di-i-i-g.
All right, all right.
Team.
Nice job relocating the outfits.
Oh, and uh, sweety, love the new ***.
Thank you.
I had some leftover, so we're making art.
Am I interrupting? Buddy.
Everyone, freeze! Wow.
Who the hell are you? We are the good guys! What with you? Oh, we are not good.
We're naughty.
Wait.
You're with Stingray? I-I'm a little confused here.
Idiots.
Attack! Oh, cool.
I knew we'd miss some *beep* going away this week.
I knew it.
Fake.
Euro skank.
Superjail residents, victory is yours! Come on, baby.
Work with Stingray, work with Stingray.
You're not still mad, are you, buddy? Come on! So we had a little tear.
That's what friends do.
Yee-es.
The simple basics to begin my new full reign to prison domination.
Want to be my assistant? Shut the *beep* up.
Is that a yes? Sync & script by kartoshin Corrected
Come on! Seriously? Those guys are dicks! What? Really? Under attack? I didn't notice, moron! What? No, no, I'm at the rendez-vous point.
Where the hell are you? No.
Then where the *beep* am I? I'll call you back.
So, I thought, what is the difference between soup and stew.
Right? How do I put this nicely, Jared? I don't give a crap.
Listen to you *** is something only a friend should endure.
And a man of my position doesn't have friends.
Hello, who's that? Not one of our inmates.
Look how he uses his power.
Authority.
Fashion sense.
Jailbot! Go get him! Be gentle.
Well, of course a man of my exalted position really has time for social calls.
But with my own island-fortress just down the Acapilico, I said to myself: Stingray, it's time to do the neighbourly thing, and pop over and say 'Hi'.
Fascinating.
Now, tell me, what kind of work are you in, Stingray? You will address me as Lord Stingray! Of course, what was I thinking? Would you care for a tour, Stingray? L-l-lord Stingray, huh, sorry.
No sign of Stingray, Sir.
Looks like he gave us the slip again.
Scotch and Soda! I'm sorry, Sir.
I It ain't your fault, son.
Why don't you just head down back to your *** and pack your bags 'cause you're freaking career is freaking over.
Sir! I'm picking up a signal from a nearby remote island volcano.
It looks like Stingray, Sir.
I'd recognize that bleep anywhere.
Girls in straps! Settler! This is some lair you got here, Warden.
Double titaniun walls.
Triple.
I figure why settle for two? - Mochachino? - No.
I like my joe like I like my minions.
Simple and strong.
Me too.
Jailbot! Two cups.
Black.
But Warden, you Silence, drone.
You let your underlings question you? 'Course not.
Shush, drone! *** boys.
Catch us a Stingray! Listen, Warden.
I gotta level with you.
I'm no ordinary fortress guy.
I-I'm a visionary.
A maverick.
- Just like you.
- Like me? And you know what happens when two mavericks get together? A life-long friendship blossoms? No.
The man tries to bring us down.
Are you gonna let the man do that to us? No way, Stingray! No Lord Stingray.
Behold! My impenetrable defense shield.
Well played, Warden.
Man It's pouring arms and legs out there.
Then Lord Stingray should stay the night.
Like a slumber party! Yes.
Can I invite a couple of friends.
Mi casa es your casa.
That.
Is.
The plan.
Mayday, mayday.
We're down at nearest Girls on straps! Send off.
Peepers.
Blow job.
Rip tide.
Cook out.
Black face.
All right, listen up.
men.
We're only six deeper *** We're stalls in straps, dammit.
That's the baddest, meanest, most elite I'm sorry.
Come on! - Pictures didn't lie about this place, right? - Lord Stingray! - Oh boy, here comes Captain Clean.
- Lord Stingray.
Check me out, buddy.
Look! Like we are twins now, huh? I want you to meet my wife.
Mistress Killda.
No touching.
And this is her boyfriend slash my assistant.
Catastro! No touching.
Say, Lord Stingray, when I said "invite some peeps over" I was thinking it's just a few.
I think it's time we talked.
What do you mean? We are buddies, right? Look.
I'm what you might call a tyrannical ruler, okay? I plan to stuff nuclear weapons, international space stations, President's daughters.
I see something I want - I take it.
Now, take Superjail for example.
What? Oh no, actually.
I'm taking Superjail.
I see one of Stingray's henchmen.
Real big son of a bitch.
Track him.
He could lead us to the eagle's nest.
I've lost visual.
Freeze! Take us to your leader.
Warden! You're alive! Oh, Jared.
How can I been fooled by a fancy outfit and the bunch of sweet talk.
Stingray wasn't my real friend.
You're my real pal, Jared.
Oh, Warden.
Do you really mean it? Not really, but those guys look really pissed and I think I'm gonna need a human shield.
This is all your fault, Warden.
Payback's a bitch.
And so am I.
Where to run, Warden? You're in my house now, little man.
Your house? Your house? This isn't your house.
There's your house! Superjail! Where you lived like privileged veal, rather than billowing pigs.
Superjail.
Where the inmates are free to shove one another in clean glistening shower stalls, Superjail.
It's your home, creepy tatooed man.
And it's your home, serial rapist.
And your's too, white supremacist guy.
And dammit, it's worth fighting for! Now dig! Everybody dig! Together.
Di-i-i-g.
All right, all right.
Team.
Nice job relocating the outfits.
Oh, and uh, sweety, love the new ***.
Thank you.
I had some leftover, so we're making art.
Am I interrupting? Buddy.
Everyone, freeze! Wow.
Who the hell are you? We are the good guys! What with you? Oh, we are not good.
We're naughty.
Wait.
You're with Stingray? I-I'm a little confused here.
Idiots.
Attack! Oh, cool.
I knew we'd miss some *beep* going away this week.
I knew it.
Fake.
Euro skank.
Superjail residents, victory is yours! Come on, baby.
Work with Stingray, work with Stingray.
You're not still mad, are you, buddy? Come on! So we had a little tear.
That's what friends do.
Yee-es.
The simple basics to begin my new full reign to prison domination.
Want to be my assistant? Shut the *beep* up.
Is that a yes? Sync & script by kartoshin Corrected