Fred Lennon: Nothing like a valley great thrashing the beef up your thirst. What say we toddle on down the pub?
Murry Wilson: There's action beef in your purse so you want to show a poodle your pud? You degenerate...
Fred Lennon: I said, let's go get smashed.
Murry Wilson: Now you're talking my language! This anger management jazz worked out pretty well after all! I feel great!