Someone had to do it eventually

honestly knowing hat films they've said some of this stuff already

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I love hatfilms because in the space of 24 hours Ross went from the most iconic screaming of the century to painting a little picture of a dog whilst chaos reigns behind him.

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   — Trott has never been to France. 😂

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Smith: So, you ready to hear my brilliant idea?

Ross: What?

Smith: Bikini dog food fight.

Ross: What’s a bikini dog food fight?

Smith: We get Trott and some other guy, make 'em put on bikinis and fight with dog food.

Ross: That’s humiliating and gross.

Smith, excitedly: I know!

Smith: Hey, Trott! Over here.

Ross: Run, Trott.

Smith, leaning closer to Trott: Listen, I have a vision.

Trott: A vision of what?

Smith: You and some other loser... wearing bikinis... fighting... with dog food.

Trott: [runs]

Smith: Trott! Get back here!

Trott: I don’t wanna wear a bikini and fight some other loser with dog food.

Smith: Why not?

Trott: I have some dignity.

Smith: Since when?!

[later]

Smith and Ross: [talking about something else]

Trott, approaching them cautiously, unprompted: Okay. No fighting. No dog food. But I will wear the bikini top.

Smith:

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Trott, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Smith: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

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Smith: I love sarcasm. It’s like punching people in the face, but with words.

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Ross: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun.

Ross: That’s why I own TEN guns.

Ross: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in a ladder.

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Lewis: What did you do to your go cart?

Ross: Um, I’ll let my mechanic answer that. Trott?

Trott: I reboarded the cylinder head, modified the intake valves on the injection system, added a blower and installed a 5 pound nitrous tank.

Smith: I put those stickers on!!! [points at cute stickers on the cart’s sides]

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Stuffed animal: [has fur covering its eyes]

Trott: [gently fixes it]

Trott: There you go, you can see!

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Trott: You know how sometimes there’ll be a pack of coyotes that are feasting on a rabbit, and there’s always one, small, runt of a coyote that’s being kept from the meal?

Ross: Yes.

Trott: I’m like the rabbit.

Ross:

Trott:

Ross: Oh.

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Ross: Hey, guys! Watch me do the “grouchy Smith”!

Smith, distantly: Stop naming moves after me!

Ross, imitating Smith: Everyone’s an idiot except for me!

Smith: Well, it’s true!

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[The group is separated, trying to survive one night in the woods without each other]

Craig: Smith’s probably running around screaming ‘What’s Up’ at plants.

Smith, yelling at tree: Oh, what you want? What?!

Craig: Trott at this point has to have stripped down and tried to become nature.

Trott, down to his shorts: Time to play a game of ‘Can I eat you?’. [looks at plant] Can I eat you?

Craig: And god, I just hope Ross is not dead.

Ross, in a tent: Yeah, this is pretty uncomfortable.

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Ross: How is it like?

Trott: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Ross: Unless it kills you.

Trott: [sighs] Thanks. I needed that.

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Trott, holding a board covered in crackers, cheese, meat, and various fruits: Charred coochie board or whatever they call it.

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Ross: I’m gonna kick your…. head!

Smith: Alright then, let’s see it! Kick my head!

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Trott: I wish you’d just admit when you’ve made a mistake.

Smith, stirring his coffee serenely: I prefer it with salt.

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Trott: The world used to be a bigger place.

Smith: The world’s still the same. There’s just less in it.

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Trott: Please note, we do not condone violence-

Smith: Or at least not murder.

Trott: And, usually not violence.

Ross: We condone sending a message.