That's it. That's the true story of what happened last Christmas. [Lights a cigarette] That was some pretty harsh shit. The old guy back there, right? [Mimics the slapping] But, whatever, he's creepy, **** him, don't worry 'bout him. Uh, anyhow, so, um, thanks for coming. Thanks for taking the trip to L.A. with me. Uh...I mean, if I have to-to sum it up, and I do, cause it's like, you know, the end, I would say this movie is...is about friendship. Friendship is...is...is sacred.

What are you doing?

I'm just trying to wrap up the movie, and leave the people a message.

Oh. Well, I got a message for ya: Get your feet off my **** desk.

Sorry. I work for Perry now–

[Covers Harry's mouth]

And stop narrating. [to the audience] That's it, please stay for the end credits. If you're wondering who the best boy is, it's somebody's nephew. Um, don't forget to validate your parking, and to all you good people in the Midwest, sorry we said "****" so much. Say "Good night". [Uncovers Harry's mouth]

Thanks, again.

Now go. Vanish. [Turns off the camera]