‐ Yup. Well, welcome to another Crack an Ag,
and bet youse can't, so.
‐ Are you gonna tell them about the beers?
‐ Oh, yeah. You might notice that we got beers this time.
I guess, uh, Katy got an e‐mail
from one of youse saying that, well‐‐
‐ It wasn't an e‐mail, it was a DM.
‐ What's a DM? ‐ Dick move?
‐ Dubai Municipalities?
‐ What you‐‐ What you mean, like, DMT, like, fuckin' Joe Rogan?
‐ A DM is a direct message.
‐ I never heard that.
‐ Who been slidin' in yo DMs?
‐ Dudes.
‐ I been slidin', why ain't you hit me back?
‐ I been slidin', why you ain't hit me back?
‐ Yeah, well, I guess Katy got DMT'ed
by‐‐ by one of youse saying that...
well, youse like the show because it makes you feel
like you're just, like, the fourth person...
sitting around with us gabbin', so.
So I figured if we're just sittin' around gabbin',
we may as well have beers.
‐ Okay.
‐ Um... Okay. Let's take a call.
‐ What's that? ‐ We're gonna take a call.
‐ 'Kay.
‐ Okay. We have Keith Graydahnus on the line.
‐ Is he really? KATY: Yeah.
‐ Well, can he hear us? ‐ Yeah.
‐ Graydaniels. You hear us? KEITH: Oh, yeah.
‐ Right on. How are ya now?
KEITH: Good'n you? ‐ Not s'bad...
KEITH: Right on. WAYNE: Right on.
DAN: Right on! ‐ Right on!
‐ Youse don't need to yell.
He can hear you just fine. ‐ Oh, right on.
‐ Right on. ‐ Right on.
‐ How can we help youse, Mr. Graydahnus?
‐ Well, you can call him Graydaniels. ‐ I don't know him as well as youse do.
‐ Well, no, but pert near all the Graydahnuses
are called Graydaniels now. ‐ Are they really?
‐ Yeah, you can get it from the horse's mouth if you want to.
Hey, Graydaniels.
Is it right true you and all your cousins and everybody,
they're called Graydaniels, too, or?
KEITH: Uh, people started callin' me that,
and then they started callin' my brothers that,
and then, yeah, it spread to the cousins,
so. Yeah. ‐ There you go.
‐ All right. So, how can we help youse, Graydaniels?
KEITH: I've got a tit in the yard.
‐ [chuckles] Just one? ‐ I prefer two in the bush.
‐ You know there's a type of bird called a bushtit?
‐ No. ‐ It's a type of chickadee.
‐ Right on. ‐ Yeah.
‐ Aw geez, you still down at the sawmill there, Greydaniels?
KEITH: Yeah, mostly at the back baggers, yeah.
‐ Bagging firewood?
KEITH: Yeah, I'm back there baggin' mostly now.
‐ So, who's the tit?
KEITH: I don't wanna be tellin' tales outta school.
‐ Well, bad gas travels fast in a small town.
‐ Yeah.
I respects your stance, Graydaniels, but it's a small town.
If he's a tit, it's out there. ‐ It's out there.
KEITH: Dalton Thibodeau.
‐ Oh, fuck.
His old man's a fuckin' tit, too. ‐ Wayne!
‐ He had a fucking impaired taking his kid to soccer practice two summers ago.
‐ Oh, Lordy. That's a degen's move. Figger it out.
‐ I seen Dalton chain up a sick cow
and drag it across the lawn 'cause it was too sick to stand.
‐ Did he really? ‐ Yeah.
‐ Motherf... Cocks...
Fuckin'... Fuck you, Thibodeau.
‐ Yeah, figure it out. ‐ That's what I said.
I said, "Figure it out." ‐ He said, "Figure it out."
‐ "Or I'll figure it out for ya."
‐ Wait a minute, but isn't it pronounced, um...
Thibodeaus? ‐ No, no, no.
Only ever heard it pronounced "Tibadoo." ‐ Yeah.
KEITH: Yeah, it's Tibadoo.
‐ What do you got him... What do you got him tiba‐doing?
[snickering]
KEITH: It's not about what we got him doin',
it's about him doin' it.
‐ Fuck, pitter‐patter, Graydaniels.
Be in line with you all fuckin'... all fuckin' day here.
KEITH: So, we bag the firewood.
Drop it on a skid. Sixty bags per skid.
Then forks come in and take it over to a container.
‐ I fuckin' hate skids.
DAN: What kinds of container? KEITH: Like a train car.
‐ One of those ocean freightliners there?
‐ Oh, like when a hippies make small houses happen.
KEITH: The forks come in and take the skids with a couple bags
to the container, then Thibodeau
and a couple others hand bomb 'em in there.
‐ Why are you double‐handling? KEITH: Huh?
‐ You're gonna wanna watch your carbon footprints too.
‐ Well, you hand bomb the bags on to the skid,
then the forks come over, take the skid over to the container.
Just skip the fucking skid,
hand bomb the bags straight on to the container. What's the problem?
KEITH: It gets too hot inside the container
to be going in and out all day.
‐ Well, sounds like your old man should have
kicked your ass another time or two.
KEITH: Oh, this isn't from me. That's direct from boss hog.
‐ Well, that's fuckin soft.
KEITH: So anywho, Thibodeau's over there hand bombin' bags
with two others and the others are stacking three bags to his one.
‐ Well, give him the size nines.
KEITH: No, no, no. Can't do that stuff in the workplace anymore.
‐ No. Yeah, you can. Just kick him in the ass,
get the fuck outta the way. ‐ Put a shoulder in him.
KEITH: Ah, no. The kids'll complain about that stuff now.
Fuckin' anxiety and depression, autism.
‐ Yup. Uncle Eddie used to say,
"'Kay. Here's anxiety." Okay?
"Here's depression. I don't think you've met 'em."
KEITH: I said autism, too, but...
‐ Listen. There is always...
always an alternative to violence.
On that, I would like to be crystals clears.
Except if you're workin' fuckin' labor.
WAYNE: Exactly. KEITH: Yeah.
‐ You could be... You could be making sandwiches,
or fuckin' scooping ice cream. ‐ He could be doing anything.
‐ You could be doing just about fucking anything.
You chose labor.
‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ Yeah, that was your choice.
‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ Yeah, yeah.
You can't be fuckin' choosing labor
and then slowing ups productions. ‐ No.
KEITH: They call that bullying now.
‐ Well... [scoffs] ‐ It's not bullying!
It's tough love. There's a fucking difference.
Don't open your mouth if you're gonna be fucking stupid, Graydaniels.
‐ Yeah, the older kids gave it to us when we were young, too.
That's why we didn't turn out tits like Thibodeau.
‐ Yeah, but don't, like, give up on him either, right?
It's kind of... kind of the whole point of the thing, like...
You know, you keep your foot in it.
And if he wants to fuck dog, make life hard for him.
So he'll either stop fuckin' dog or he'll quit.
KEITH: Sounds like a win‐win.
WAYNE: Well, that's exactly what it is, Greydaniels.
‐ He'd likely end up some place he's happier,
and you're fuckin' happier 'cause you don't have a tit slowin' up production.
‐ Bing‐bang‐boom. ‐ Yeah, he's right.
You gotta put feelings aside when there's work to be done.
‐ Yeah. KEITH: That's good advice.
I got my foot in it. ‐ Right on.
‐ Right on.
KEITH: Right on. All right, I'll talk to ya.
‐ Yup, we'll talk to ya. ‐ [dial tone drones]
‐ Play that song again.
‐ What? Why?
‐ We must have a partition
between callers. ‐ A segue.
‐ Katy, are we takin' another call?
‐ Eh? ‐ Stop slowing up production.
‐ [yelps] ‐ Roald,
do not make me put my foot in it. ‐ [snickers]
‐ Um...
We have Dalton Thibodeau on the line.
‐ Is he, really? Well... Thibodeau.
THIBODEAU: I'm hearin' talk Graydaniels is tellin'' tales outta school.
‐ I'm hearin' talk you're a fuckin' tit, Thibodeau! ‐ [all shouting furiously]
You chain up another fuckin' cow and drag it,
‐ I'll stick my shoe so far... ‐ [shouting continuing]
♪ theme music playing ♪
[all shouting furiously]
‐ Hey! ‐ [silence]
‐ He hung up. ‐ Fuckin' Good. Chores to do.
‐ Oh! Hold your horses.
‐ Yeah, we got time for one more call.
‐ From fuckin' who? ‐ We got Ken Donkersgood on the line.
‐ Oh, he's a good guy. ‐ He's a real good guy.
‐ Oh, he's a great guy. WAYNE: Don.
KEN [on phone] How're ya now? ‐ Good and you?
KEN: Not so bad. ‐ Right on.
‐ Right on, Donkersgood.
KEN: Right on. Hey, youse like soccer?
‐ What the fuck you talkin' about?
KEN: I was just, like, there's been a lot of soccer on TV, and...
‐ They should call it football.
‐ Fuck off. ‐ [whispers] You fuck off.
‐ Are we sure Donkersgood called in to the right show?
‐ There's only one show.
‐ Fuck off.
KEN: Oh, there's just been a lot of soccer on lately and, you know,
and I was just thinkin', like, well, wondering, how youse like it.
‐ Well... there's not a lot of contact involved,
so I don't really have too much time for it.
KEN: Ah, kinda thought that too.
I figured youse would think that too.
I just seen you on TV
and thought I'd say hello, so guess I'll talk to ya.
‐ Yup, talk to ya. ‐ [dial tone drones]
‐ Uh, look, it's been another episode of Crack an Ag.
If, like, youse wanna call in
with agriculture‐related questions next week,
see if you can Crack an Ag,
well, I bet you can't, so.
Um... so, we'll talk to yas.
‐ ♪ dance music playing ♪ ‐ Our work here is done.
♪
‐ [bell ringing] ‐ There were a baker's dozen callers
left stranded on the line.
‐ Were there really? ‐ Yeah.
‐ Maybe next time we should weeds out the ones
that don't wants to talks about agricultural issues theres, Ms. Katys?
‐ Get off my dick, Dan.
‐ Don't you think it's kinda too bad
that people have to wait a whole week, in between episodes,
to figure out their problems?
I mean, you know, some people have real problems
that they could get solved real quick.
‐ Wanna know what?
Soccer's got a pretty good thing going with that card system, eh?
‐ The which? ‐ For the referees?
‐ Yeah.
Like, if someone's being a dink, you give 'em a yellow card.
It's like a warning card.
Then if they keep being a tit,
you give 'em a red card which means that tit's out.
‐ Mm. ‐ Out where?
‐ Like, out of the game. Like, you don't gotta deal with 'em anymore.
‐ Well, that's handy then. ‐ That's Handy Moore.
‐ It'd be Handy Orton.
‐ Could be Handy Roddick. ‐ It's Handy Patinkin.
‐ Well, how handy would that be if it was real life?
‐ Well, no doubt that'd be handy.
‐ It'd be Handy Newton. ‐ It'd be Handy Koufax.
‐ It'd be Handy Alomar Jr.
‐ It'd be Macho Man Handy Savage.
‐ It's like, we could weed out the tits,
it'll give us more time for real people. What's the problems?
‐ Well, yeah. And then we wouldn't have to deal with the tits.
‐ Yeah, yeah. So if ya gets a yellow card,
it means stops being a dinks.
And if you keeps being a dinks,
you gets a red card which means you're out, ya tit!
‐ Bingo. ‐ Ooh, tits out 2018.
It's not 2018.
‐ Fuck, that's a solid system, eh?
Like, if we give you a red card,
it means you can't call in, clog up the phone lines,
give us more time for other people.
What's the problems?
‐ Yeah, it shouldn't take long for somebody to start being obnoxious.
‐ Well, if we're going to be's efficient...
‐ Well, if you're being one thing, you should be efficient.
‐ We should start with peoples we knows ain't gonna takes too long.
‐ I know where we should look.
‐ Can we smoke in here?
‐ Boys. ‐ Boys.
‐ What have youse been up to?
BOTH: Skipping leg day.
‐ That's still a thing then, eh?
‐ Cha. Unfortunatch. ‐ But we're sick of the sitch,
so it's time to dig deep. ‐ Bear down.
‐ And that's still a thing too then, eh?
‐ What's the frequency, Kenneth?
‐ We're suffering, and others are suffering.
‐ But we will no longer suffer in silence.
Which is why we've started a program, here at the gym,
to join chronic leg day skippers with other chronic leg day skippers
who will no longer...
‐ Suffer in silence. ‐ 'Kay.
‐ Sick of weak stilts?
Join our program and we'll match you
with someone to help motivate you to grind out your getaway sticks,
so you'll...
ALL: No longer suffer in silence.
DAN: Well, I'm proud of you, boys.
You know, you had some problems that was causing youse grief.
‐ Suffering. ‐ [whispers] Unfortunatch.
‐ And you took steps to not only cures your sufferings,
but you wents the extra mile to help other peoples whats mights be sufferings, too.
‐ [whispers] Silence. ‐ [whispers] Unfortunatch.
‐ I'm glad to see you're doing all rights.
‐ No, this did not go the way that I thought.
‐ Yeah, it''s not very efficient, Katy.
‐ Yeah, if you can be one thing, you should be efficient, Katy.
‐ Well, let us give you the full pitch then.
‐ Oh, there's hope yet, boys.
‐ I'm Reilly. ‐ And I'm Jonesy.
‐ President and CEO...
‐ CTO, CFO and COO of...
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‐ What's that? ‐ You like soccer?
‐ Should call it football. ‐ Fuck off.
WAYNE: New program in effect, boys.
If you're being a dink, you get a yellow card.
‐ Which is essentially a warning.
‐ And then if you keep being a dink, you get a red card
which means we're no longer obligated to give you the time of day.
‐ 'Cause youse a tit, and youse out.
‐ Tits out, 2018. ‐ It's not 2018.
‐ We haven't even shown you the full pitch yet.
‐ Let us make up some ground, boys.
‐ Pitter‐patter. ‐ Um, um...
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DARYL: Well, on to the next?
♪ dance music playing ♪
‐ What have youse been up to?
‐ There's been a lot of buzz‐chatter around town,
our Crack an Ag theme drum and bass re‐mix.
‐ Re‐worked. ‐ Re‐did.
‐ Re‐edit. ‐ Our Crack an Ag re‐vision.
‐ Our Crack an Ag re‐capitulation.
‐ Our Crack an Ag extended maxi‐single version.
‐ Our Crack an Ag Nite Version.
‐ Oh, it's got the streets bubblin'.
‐ 'Kay. ‐ So, we said "Fuck it."
We're starting a band. ‐ Whos do youse sounds like?
‐ No one!
If you sound like someone else, you fucking suck!
‐ Hoobastank and Incubus mights be the exceptions there.
‐ Would you believe I seen Hoobastank open for 311 at Detroit State Theater?
‐ Are you serious? ‐ I don't give a shit.
‐ Ever heard of MSTRKRFT? ‐ No.
‐ We're like MSTRKRFT and sprinkle a bit of Gold Panda.
‐ And sprinkle a little bit of The Phantom's Revenge.
‐ And sprinkle a bit of Rustie.
Rusty, like "the top‐selling Canadian punk band of all time
behind Sum41" Rustys?
‐ No! Rustie, videogame influenced,
Scottish laser hip‐hop electronic producer,
R‐U‐S‐T‐I‐E, Rustie.
Oh. 'Cause if it was the Canadian Rusty, I'd be listenings, but...
‐ Groovy Dead was a pretty good track.
KATY: Anyone else?
‐ We're like...
the Chemical Brothers!
‐ We're like, eh, The Prodigy!
‐ And how's that going fer ya?
‐ [imitating Daryl] Workin' pretty good fer me.
ROALD: We're Firestarters, Charly.
Got Diesel Power. Magic People. Voodoo People! Poison!
‐ Breathe! ‐ [exhales]
‐ Well, it is nice to see you guys focused
on something, you know, besides your chemical romance.
‐ Whose chemical romance? ‐ My Chemical Romance.
Welcome to the Black Parade.
[mutters] I'm not okay.
‐ So, what do you guys call yourselves?
[both scoff]
‐ Wait for it.
The Hottest Sex Imaginable.
‐ What? ‐ The Hottest Sex Imaginable!
‐ Where? ‐ That's the name of our band.
‐ The Hottest Sex Imaginable?
‐ [sultrily] The Hottest Sex Imaginable.
With our debut album, Fuck This and Fuck You!
Yellow card?
‐ Decent band, terrible name.
‐ Are you adapting football rules to reality?
‐ Fuck off. Football? What a hill to die on.
‐ This is my house. ‐ It's your mom's house.
‐ If you serve me a red card, you may not ask me to vacate.
‐ We'll let ourselves out.
‐ Think about it.
The Hottest Sex Imaginable, with special guest The Chemical Brothers!
The Hottest Sex Imaginable with special guest The Prodigy.
‐ Hot‐fire hit of the summer,
The Hottest Sex Imaginable featuring Daft Punk and Pharrell.
‐ The Hottest Sex Imaginable featuring Susan Serated.
‐ [mutters] Susan Serated? ‐ [mutters] It's my side project.
‐ That is magnificent.
‐ The Hottest Sex Imaginable with Susan Serated!
‐ Featuring Diplo. ‐ Mad Decent.
‐ Ow. Ow. Owa!
Ow. Owa!
[crying] Ow. Owa! Ow. Owa!
Ow! ‐ Next stop, or...?
‐ Yeah. STEWART: Ow!
Owa! MAN: The ascent of man.
‐ Ow! Ooh! Owa!
‐ Wayne. ‐ How're ya now?
‐ Thank you for asking.
‐ Not s'bad. ‐ [chortles]
‐ That. ‐ What?
‐ What did you just say?
‐ Not s'bad. ‐ Oh. [sighs]
The way youse talk!
‐ What about it? ‐ It is a gold mine.
I've traveled around the community centers
and youth groups, over half a dozen counties,
and the verdict is unanimous!
Youse talk funny!
ALL: 'Kay.
‐ With your saucy slogans and your quirky quips,
the kids just slurp it right up.
So... [imitates drumroll]
...that's a drum roll. [drumroll continues]
Wayne, your most famous expression has now been
immortalized forever on a T‐shirt!
‐ "Pitter patter. Let's get goin'"?
‐ Yeah. ‐ Air ball.
Like this? Air ball!
[chuckles] Daniel.
Yours too. Get ready for it.
DAN: Apparentlys?
Oh, swings and a miss.
‐ You're welcome.
I did not forget about you, Mr. Daryl.
What about... this?
Take your time, read the whole thing, it's long.
‐ "When you love your job, it never seems like work"?
GLEN: Ooh. ‐ Strike three.
‐ Oh, and Katy.
This one, you have to send over to your ex‐boyfriends Reilly and Jonesy
because it is...
‐ "For the guys."
‐ 'Cause that's what they always say!
‐ Rim... and out.
‐ Aren't you snotty today, Katy. Badoomp!
"Someone serve this person a friggin' Puppers."
And this one's for all youse because you're always...
"Doing my chores."
‐ And... ‐ Wait, no, no.
You don't wanna say yes, you wanna maybe give it a...
"Hefty no thank you."
‐ Oh, this is too easy.
‐ Boy howdy.
‐ Still a few more boxes to checks off if we're beings efficients.
‐ Well, if you can be one thing, you should be efficient.
‐ But that's what I was doing. I was being very efficient.
I only did six slogans and one hat.
I had so many other ideas.
Do you wanna hear 'em? ‐ Hefty no thank you.
♪
McMURRAY: Mrs. McMurray and I were down 'Minican
getting right freaky sticky with some Puerto Ricans,
Costa Ricans and Tahitian Mozambican treatin's.
Oh, the humidity.
Yellow card? I thank you, Wayne.
Brings out the hint of lemon in my eyes.
Anyhow, Mrs. McMurray and I stumbled across
a truckload of this beautiful Arab fabric.
So, we brought it all up here
and we're gonna sell it by the foot. Calling it...
A‐rabric.
We don't have any red.
We got some mauve, fuschia, a nice hint of magenta.
KATY: Next.
‐ Your shirts gettin' tighter, cowboy?
‐ Not that I know of.
‐ Where's that Marie‐Fred?
And when are youse gonna take me down
and why isn't that happening tout‐suite?
‐ What's behind that curtain? ‐ What, this thing?
Sure, it's MoDean's.
‐ But MoDean's what? ‐ Tavern?
‐ This ain't the fuckin' Simpson's, Daryl!
‐ Then whats? ‐ You wanna do
good business in a small town,
you need a lil' somethin'...
for everyone.
‐ So? ‐ So, welcome to...
MoDean's Family Style Pub and Grill
Tap House Eatery
Resort and Golf Casino.
♪ exotic music plays ♪
I was onside. Fucking ref!
[sobbing]
Fuck you! Fuck this!
‐ Well, that was productive, gents.
‐ Yeah, we must have red‐carded a dozen teets yesterdee.
‐ Including mine.
Why am I happy about that?
‐ Are any of thems waiting in the queues to talks to us, Ms. Katys?
‐ All of them, but... not anymore.
‐ Well, that's efficients. ‐ Fuck, that's efficient.
‐ Well, if you be one thing, you should be efficient.
‐ You ready to get this rig rollin'?
‐ That's a Texas‐size 10‐4.
‐ Wondrous! ‐ ♪ dance music playing ♪
‐ And we are hot to trot in three, two...
♪
‐ Yup. Welcome to Crack an Ag, and, bet you can't, so.
‐ Okay. We got Greydaniels on the line again.
‐ Oh, Graydaniels. Put him through.
‐ He can hear youse. ‐ Graydaniels.
KEITH: How're ya now? ‐ Good'n you?
KEITH: Not s'bad. WAYNE: Right on.
DARYL: Right on. DAN: Right on.
KEITH: Right on. Listen, I just wanted to call
'cause I was feelin' bad about tellin' tales outta school on Thibodeau.
‐ Bad gas travels fast in a small town.
But if he's a tit, it's out there.
KEITH: So they tell me.
‐ So what happened? Did you take our advice?
KEITH: I did. Yeah, I did.
I kept my foot in it and showed him a little tough love.
‐ And? KEITH: And he came around actually.
Picked up the slack and isn't slowin' down production anymore.
‐ Good to hears. It's good to hears. ‐ There you go.
KEITH: Yeah. I'm just callin' you from the break room here actually
and Thibodeau's here.
He wants to say something to ya's, so, I'll hand off the phone here.
So, yeah. Talk to ya's.
‐ Yup, talk to ya.
THIBODEAU: How're ya now? ‐ Thibodeau.
THIBODEAU: Not s'bad. ‐ 'Kay.
THIBODEAU: So hey, Greydaniels had the balls to say sorry
for tellin' tales outta school. So do youse too?
ALL: Fuck you, Thibodeau!
[Groovy Dead by Rusty playing]
♪ I hit top speed ♪
♪ I smoke the dragon ♪
♪ Into the loft ♪
♪ I drag my asshole ♪
♪ I stick my head under the pillow ♪
♪ It's so groovy when I'm dead ♪
♪ Pull the covers over head ♪
♪ It's so groovy to be dead ♪
♪ The phone, it rings ♪
♪ And it's the landlord ♪