Bambo: First blood would make at least 20 dollars at the box office.
Johnny Knoxville: It's over Bam. It's over!
Bam: Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It wasn't my show! You asked me I didn't ask you! And I did what I had to do to get ratings, for somebody who wouldn't let us get ratings! Then I come back to the world, and I see all those maggots at the liquor store, laughin' at me, spittin', callin' me a faggot and a bum and all kinds of vile crap! Who are they to laugh at me?! Huh?! Who are they?! Unless they been me and been there and know what the hell they yellin' about!
Johnny Knoxville: It was a bad time for everyone Bam. It's all in the past now.
Bam: For you! For me life off TV is nothin'! On the show we had a code of honor. You watch my back I watch yours. Back here there's nothin'!
Johnny Knoxville: You're the last of an elite group. Don't end it like this.
Bam: : Back then I could drive a Ferrari, I could punch out my dad, I was in charge of a million dollar budget. Back here I can't even hold a job PARKING CARS!!!! UUHHHH!!!!!
(Pisses himself and then slight emotional pause. He drops to the ground in a crouched position out of breath and very upset) Wha...I can't...oh, I jus--omigod. Where is everybody? Oh God...I...I had a friend, who was Ryan Dunn. Wha--I had all these guys man. Back there I had all these fucking guys. Who were my friends. Cause back here there's nothin'. Remember Ryan Dunn? He wore this black head band and I took one of those magic markers and I said to Steve-o, 'Hey mail us to Las Vegas cause we were always talkin' about Vegas, and this fucking car. This uh red '58 Chevy convertible, he was talkin' about this car, he said we were gonna cruise till the tires fall off.
(upset pause) We were in this bar. And Ryan said this rabbit comes up, this rabbit carryin' a shoe shine box, and eh he says uh 'shine please, shine.' I said no, eh an' uh, he kept askin' yeah and Joey said 'yeah,' and I went to get a couple beers and Ryan drove off, hit the tree, fuckin' blew his body all over the place. And he's layin' there and he's fuckin' screamin', there's pieces of him all over me, jus like--!
(frustrated he grabs at his bullet necklace strapped around his chest and yanks it off) like this. And I'm tryin' to pull em off you know? And ehe.. MY FRIEND IT'S ALL OVER ME! IT'S GOT BLOOD AND EVERYTHING! And I'm tryin' to hold him together I put him together his fucking insides keep coming out, AND NOBODY WOULD HELP!! Nobody help me. He sayin' plea I wanna go home I wanna go home. He keeps callin' my name, I wanna go home Bam, I wanna drive my Chevy. I said well
(upset and breaking down) WHY I can't find your fucking legs. I can't find you legs.
(softly now) I can't get it out of my head. I fuc..I dream of seven years. Everyday I have this. And sometimes I wake up and I dunno where I am. I don't talk to anybody. Sometimes a day--a week.
(Almost inaudible) I can't put it out of my mind...fucking...I can't....