Can two pampered party animals fit into a land more wasted then their Dad 's brain.
Let 's join them on the Road to Fallujah in an armor-plated BMW. In this case BMW stands for Brats Making Whoopee.
So now it 's time to enter the torture chamber.
Jenna: It sucks having to drive. I miss our chauffeur secret service agents.
Barb: Yeah, no matter how drunk we got, we always have a ride home. How did
Dad do it back when he had a pulse?
Jenna: And these Moron 's are sworn to secrecy. Just yell, evildoer and they are in
your lap. And their weapons never discharge prematurely. Look at all that sand,
we can have a great beach volleyball game.
Barb: What am I on a trip with Uncle Neal? You would actually need water to
have a beach.
Jenna: Up yours Beaitch, I 'm not going to be your partner.
Barb: Ooh, I 'm so hurt. You couldn 't win if you had Diebold keeping score.
Jenna: Wow, look at all that rubble, is this where Tunisia hit
Barb: You really are stupid enough to be President, You would need an ocean to
have a Tunisia. That is Fallujah.
Jenna: Oh yeah, there 's a sign. Welcome to Fallujah, the graveyard of Democracy.
Ooh, there will be a lot of vacationers.
Barb: Well it 's better then Crawford. Where does Mapquest say we should be
Jenna: At the fifth crater take a left.
Barb: Now how am I supposed to know what 's a crater and what 's a bunker. Oh
yeah, if they are alive it 's a bunker. I bet we 'll get free drinks when we tell them
we talked Daddy out of using the Bunker Busters.