Cecily: Kids, watch where you’re running, okay? This is so fun. I am so glad we were able to get this together.
Kenan: Yeah, it is a great day for a game.
Amy: Couldn’t ask for better tailgating weather. It should be a great game.
Andrew: Yeah, the bills are top of the division. They’re pretty good.
Kenan: So is this macaroni salad? Amazing?
Amy: Isn’t it delicious? Laura? What did you have time to make this?
Cecily: No, I just started together last night. It’s nothing.
Amy: Well, if it’s nothing, give me more nothing.
Cecily: Oh-oh, Bills fan coming.
Amy: [rudely] Hey, Bills jersey. Hey, you’re wearing a frigging wrong shirt, you friggin a-hole.
Cecily: You’re like a frigging moron. Yeah, keep walking, a-hole.
Andrew: Clown.[a guy walks by wearing Bills jersey]
Amy: Yeah, freaking dead today, moron.
All: J-E-T-S, Jets, Jets, Jets.
Cecily: By the way, did I tell you Henry’s having a tough time at school?
Amy: Really? Oh no. What happened?
Cecily: I guess he’s getting bullied.
Cecily: Yeah, for his hair cut.
Kenan: Well, that is awful.
Andrew: Yeah. Where do kids even learn this?
Cecily: From the internet? I guess. [screaming at Bills fan] Oh, fat ass Bills fan alert.
Amy: Hey, fatty, maybe do a few jumping jacks before your next meal.
Cecily: Yeah, maybe eat a vegetable next time, you frigging whale.[Heidi is walking by wearing bills jersey]
Heidi: I’m pregnant.
Amy: Oh, you want a friggin medal? Have a drink slut.
Kenan: Yeah, drink up, you donkey.
Andrew: Yes, it’s on us, donkey.
Cecily: Jets. By the way, I was in CVS yesterday. They already have a Christmas stuff out.
Amy: I know. They take down the Halloween stuff and poof, it’s Christmas.[police walks in]
Police: Hey, hey, what the hell are you guys doing?
Amy: Sorry. Is there a problem, officer?
Police: There will be if you don’t put that charcoal out before you head into the game?
Kenan: Of course, we’ll put it out.
Police: Well, I would hope so. Because every week— [screaming] Hey! Hey, Bills mafia! You’re in the wrong stadium, your friggin a-hole.
Cecily: Oh, you’re gonna cry to your mommy? Boo-hoo.
Amy: Yeah, keep walking douche bags.[A bunch of kids pass by. They’re bullying those bunch of kids.]
Kenan: Yeah, I’ll bring the barbecue right through you, you little—
Cecily: Yeah, keep running. Run away.
Police: Yeah, run right into traffic, you freaking douche bags. You folks enjoy the game.
Amy: Thank you, officer. Oh my god, I forgot to tell you. My second grade class is so adorable this year and they’re so excited to learn. [screaming] Hey! Bills flag. Kiss my whole thing.
Cecily: Yes. Suck my sleeve, buddy. Suck it front to back.[a guy on a wheelchair wearing Bills jersey pass by ignoring them]
Andrew: Oh, you’re gonna go by all slow, huh? You think that scares me? I’m not scared of you, you banzi.
Kenan: Yeah, I’ll put my whole fist on your face, you frigging a-hole.
Cecily: Yeah, keep moving, you hump freaking hump.
Andrew: You know, I am really feeling this White Claw.
Amy: Oh, you know what? Excuse me for a second. Hey. [runs out of the frame]
Male voice: Hey, what the hell are you doing?[Amy pushes a wheelchair back out and runs back to her friends.]
Amy: So should we start heading in soon?
Andrew: Oh, you know what? There’s only five minutes left in the game.
Cecily: Oh my gosh. Did we miss the whole game again?
Andrew: It looks like it. Yeah.
Amy: So should we just stay out here?
Kenan: I’m having fun. [screaming] Hey! Hey, lady!
Cecily: Hey, suck my sleeve, you dumb cow.
Amy: Suck her whole sleeve.
All: J-E-T-S, Jets, Jets, Jets.