It's full-on double rainbow
all the way across the sky!
Whoa!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
We're the Millers (2013) Subtitles. After being robbed of a week's take, small-time pot dealer David is forced by his boss to go to Mexico to pick up a load of marijuana. In order to improve his odds of making it past the border, David asks the broke stripper Rose and two local teenagers to join him and pretend they're on a family holiday. Outdoor Beds Find a location where the soil drains well. If there are still water puddles 5-6 hours after a hard rain scout out another site. Or amend the soil with the addition of organic material to raise the level 2-3' to improve the drainage. Peat moss, compost, ground bark or decomposed manure all work well and ar.
Oh! Oh, my God!
Whoo!
What does this mean?
It's so bright.
Oh, my God, it's so
bright and vivid.
It's starting to look
like a triple rainbow.
Oh!
Going streaking
across the quad!
(MAN LAUGHING)
MAN:
Coochie, coochie, coochie!
Coochie, coochie, coochie!
(GIRLS LAUGHING)
David:
Yeah. No, I know. Uh-huh.
Yeah. No, I know. Uh-huh.
No, I'm not. I'm not. No,
I'm paying attention.
Mom, I'm listening. Just talk.
- Tyrone.
- Are you going trick-or-treating?
- No, because...
- Pow!
(BUZZES)
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(BABY SPITS UP)
(BABY CRYING)
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
I'm in the car. I'm
literally in the car.
David, hey. David Clark.
Rick Nathanson.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Little Ricky. We went
to college together.
Oh, shit. Hey, dude.
We all took ecstasy at Dave Matthews
one time and I tried to kiss you.
That's right. I remember that.
Yeah.
Yeah. 'Crash. '
Yup.
Wow. I didn't recognize you.
You look very different.
I've gained a little
bit of Daddy weight.
You know the drill.
Actually, I don't, no.
- No way. No way! Still a free agent.
- Mm.
You son of a bitch! You
lucky son of a bitch.
You lucky, lucky son of a bitch.
Wow, that's amazing. Wow.
Here. For old times' sake, huh?
For Daddy stress.
You're stilldealing weed?
Best in Denver.
That's fucking awesome.
Oh, my God.
That is so cool.
- You're still at it.
- Yeah.
- I envy you, man. I do.
- Ah.
Look at you. No wife, no kids.
- No responsibilities.
- Mm-hm.
Pfft, nothing. You got nothing.
You coulddisappear tomorrow
and who'd even know?
- Oh, what I wouldn't give.
- Yeah.
Oh, hey, I didn't mean
that in like, I mean...
No. It's all right. It doesn't bother me.
It's all right.
- Greatseeing you.
- Greatseeing you.
Okay, bud, I believe in you.
- Hey, David?
- Yeah?
- Facebook me. We'll get weird.
- I don't think so.
- Ha, ha! Get out of here.
- Good luck with the family.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh, f*ck. F*ck me. F*ck.
Hey, great news.
We're gonna get high
and f*ck tonight.
I'm sorry, honey. Put
Mommy on the phone, okay?
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(NATALIA KILLS' 'PROBLEM'
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
I'm-a take my skin',
boot, rings All off.
Skirt, boots, rings All off.
Ooh, baby, you so bad,
boy Drive me mad, boy.
You don't care what
they Say about me.
Girl is a problem Girl
is a problem, problem.
Wow.
- You dancesuper good.
- Thanks.
I'm Kymberly. With a Y.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm Rose. With an R.
Is that your stage name?
- My what?
- Your stage name.
To protectyourself from the creeps
out there. You should pick one.
You know, somethingsimple but
sexy and cute and short, maybe.
- Do you have a nickname?
- Totally!
Great. Use that, because...
I even got a tattoo of it.
Do you wanna see?
Uh, well, n...
KYMBERLY:
Check it out.
Check it out.
Rose:
'Boner Garage. ' Oh, whoa.
'Boner Garage. ' Oh, whoa.
You got a little
arrow there even.
Is that not like the hottest?
Boner Garage, you're up.
Oh, look at that. So excited and
full of life. That'll fade.
Hey, Rose. I know you're 'technically' on
break, but I need a lap dance. Table five.
Just don't get too close.
The guy has two hook hands.
(SIGHS)
How did we let that
guy back in here?
Must have picked the locks.
Ha, ha!
(SIGHS)
How was work this evening?
Rose:
What do you care?
What do you care?
I'm just asking.
Rose:
Oh, just don't.
Oh, just don't.
Fine. Well, is your
dummy boyfriend around?
No. Jimmy's with his parents.
Why?
Well, becauseJimmy still
owes me 400 bucks, so...
Maybe you shouldn't
loan drugs to people.
- All right. Good tip.
- Mm-hm.
I was thinking is that maybe you
After much tossing and turning on her behalf, I have concluded Aniston's problem boils down to this: Despite being girl-next-door gorgeous, appealing to both males and females alike and just plain funny, she is her own worst enemy when it comes to choosing projects. The path to big-screen glory is rarely paved with mediocre romantic comedies and the sorts of girlfriend roles that have become her specialty. (At least Aniston tried to mix it up by going all Sundance dowdy and serious—otherwise known as Cher-ing it—as an unhappy Texas store clerk in 2002's 'The Good Girl,' but her 'Friends' fans didn't buy it.) Even when the actress formerly known as Rachel Green has a hit like 'Bruce Almighty' or 'Horrible Bosses,' she is rarely the primary focus. In other words, don't do 'Marley & Me' if you don't play either Marley or me.
So when something as chuckle-worthy, mildly clever and surprisingly borderline genius at times as 'We're the Millers' comes along, even those who are Aniston averse will heave a sigh of relief. For one, it is not a romantic comedy but something more ambitiously high concept—emphasis on high. Now that the legal demonization of marijuana use is slowly eroding, why not a middle-class answer to a stoner comedy that pays homage to 'National Lampoon's Vacation' and extolls the virtues of family life?
It also is a pleasant step back from the crassness and cruelty that has tipped the raunchy R-rated comedy into the realm of pure torturous overkill (exhibit A: 'The Hangover Part 3') that draws more groans than giggles. Instead, director Rawson Marshall Thurber ('Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story') and his writers have re-installed the sort of sweetness that nicely balanced the less savory aspects of 'There's Something About Mary' and 'The 40-Year-Old Virgin,' leaving the audience bathed in warmth rather than feeling as though it needs a shower.
The tidy premise of 'We're the Millers' could be easily tucked into one sheet of rolling paper: A small-time pot dealer (Jason Sudeikis, at his sardonic best) with a big debt to a drug lord (Ed Helms as a pinstripe-suited raging narcissist who collects marine mammals instead of sports cars) is forced to drive a monster RV over the Mexican border and smuggle two metric tons of grass into the U.S.
Knowing that a single white 30-ish male driver in grubby attire will immediately cause suspicion, Sudeikis recruits a fake family, including an overly pierced runaway girl (a forthrightly street-smart Emma Roberts) and a virginal 18-year-old latchkey kid (baby-faced Brit actor Will Poulter, a true find). As for a wife, he ropes in his contentious neighbor, a down-on-her-luck stripper, and that is where Aniston comes in. Once you get over the fact that few world-weary exotic dancers would ever possess—or afford—such a healthy Malibu Barbie glow, the actress settles in quite nicely into a role that fits her like a custom G-string. As a comedy couple, she and Sudeikis aren't exactly Cheech and Chong, but their well-matched timing and clashing attitudes often create comic sparks that erupt into laughter.
The audience will figure out pretty quickly where this road trip is heading: That the F-word-slinging fake clan will eventually bond while forming a loving and loyal family unit. Thankfully, the filmmakers keep finding unexpected detours to get there without resorting to such obvious stunts as having everyone light up joints together. Instead, most of the humor stems from this supposedly straitlaced foursome suddenly forgetting themselves and engaging in shockingly inappropriate behavior, abetted by an actual square motorhome-owning couple—the top-notch Nick Offerman and Kathryn Hahn (whose TMI dissertation on tampons is a welcome if squirm-inducing female spin on movie dirty talk)—and their sweetly innocent teen daughter.
That the most discomforting scene involves mere kissing shows admirable restraint, although one outlandish sight gag is straight out of the Farrelly Brothers' Genitalia-R-Us handbook. And the last time a Pictionary game proved this uproarious on the big screen was back when 'Harry met Sally.'
'Flashdance' also comes into the picture, and not just because no one appears to actually strip in the club where Aniston works. In one scene she manages to rescue her partners in crime by distracting a gang of thugs with a steamy bump-and-grind act, including a drenching shower. Needless to say, the shapely Aniston pulls it off without a hitch—even if she never actually appears without a stitch. If this gutsy performance leads to better opportunities—a remake of Demi Moore's ill-conceived 'Striptease,' perhaps—I might sleep better at night.