Trailer Park Boys

Trailer Park Boys is a "mockumentary" about life in a Nova Scotia trailer park, created by Mike Clattenburg. The show ran for 7 seasons on the Canadian network Showcase from 2001 to 2007.

Canadian trailer parks.... A punchline to a joke that only God could tell.



This is Ricky; Perennial loser, cultivator of excellent dope, and half-assed family man. He, like Julian, is a visionary that cannot plan past his grade 10 frame of mind. His endeavors will likely involve robbery and/or marijuana, because you gotta go with what you know. When not doing crimes, you can usually find him hanging out with Lucy and Trinity (his girlfriend/baby mama and daughter, respectively), tormenting Cory and Trevor, or cruising the park and abroad in the "Shitmobile" with Bubbles.

Ricky is shit-hawk numero uno on park manager Jim Lahey's shitlist, and can be counted on to tell Lahey to fuck-off whenever their paths may cross. Before Rick, never had there been one man who could use so many colorful (read: foul and spot on) adjectives to describe his aquaintances.


Say hello to Julian, the self-appointed "king" of Sunnyvale Trailer Park. With a heart of gold that pumps rum and Coke, he is the ultimate misguided nice guy. More Wile E. Coyote than Einstein, he is a schemer and a dreamer, always looking to the next big money venture. Unfortunately, his plans have proven fruitless nine out of ten times, but not for lack of planning and effort.

He is also the self-appointed, one-man crutch for Ricky, who's "thinkings" aren't as clear as Julian's. He cares about his neighbors and friends way more than he probably should. Involving Ricky is usually the fly in his plan's ointment. Whether it's the frontyard service station or converting his dilapidated trailer into an auto body shop, Julian is incapable of quitting, even if destined to fail.


Bubbles is the de facto genius in Sunnyvale. What Ricky and Julian can only play at, Bubbles can carry out with little to no effort. He steals shopping carts from one local mall, repairs them, and sells them to a competing shopping center. As lucrative as this may be, Bubbles has nothing corporeal to show for it, living in an 11'x11' shed behind Julian's trailer. While it is definitely on the high end of a shed for a dwelling, with plumbing, heat, and satellite television, it is hardly the ideal space for living.

Coupled with the lack of space, Bubs is an unabashed cat farmer, raising and caring for literally dozens of his furry friends. Hell, cat food ALONE accounts for most of his cart money! But this is the life that he knows, and is very intolerant to change. Perhaps this is why he is reluctant to get into ANY business enterprise the boys may be embarking upon. Or maybe it's because, despite his goofy demeanor and exterior, he isn't a total retard.



Jim Lahey is the current supervisor of Sunnyvale Trailer Park and a former police officer. He is the perpetual thorn in the Boys' side. He looks to demoralize and foil their plans whenever possible, despite his fascination and man-crush on Julian.

He has drafted Randy, another denizen of the park, to be his partner in securing the interests of Sunnyvale and has, in the process, secured exclusive interest in Randy's bunghole.


Hirsute, shirtless, and a total tit, Randy is the Barney Fife to Lahey's Andy. This cheeseburger-wielding fatman has no real problems with the Boys, but his need to be Lahey's lovedoll outweighs his need to be a pacifist. He is the constant object of ridicule from almost EVERYONE. His unsheathed pot belly demands it!!


Lucy is every trailer-trash teen's dream queen: morally loose, blonde, and morally loose. This harlot has been on the receiving end of Ricky, Sarah, Randy, and God knows how many others, but always ends up in Ricky's bed/car. While Lucy loves their daughter, she and Ricky give new meaning for the existence of CPS, allowing Trinity to fetch beer and cigarettes for them. She, like Julian, sought to open her own business from her trailer, thus was Lucy's hair salon born.


Cory and Trevor are two neighborhood punching bags and can be talked into virtually ANYTHING, and are often blamed for things even when they can't be coerced into doing them. They are brazenly in awe of Ricky and Julian and everything they stand for, and often take Ricky's verbal barbs with grace. They are often employed as "shit laborers" in some of the Boys' more "legitimate" operations.


Sarah is Lucy's best friend and part-time lesbian chew toy. She has been known to sleep with Ricky from time to time, and to outwit him even more often. This devious kitten can sometimes be talked into getting involved in the Boys' schemes, but only in a minor role.

For some reason, she has taken Cory and Trevor under her voluptuous wing as a sort of den mother/girlfriend/exploiter. Sarah will defend these cretins to the death from Ricky, if need be.


J-Rock, or Jamie to his mom, is a skinny, white rapper with aspirations of making it big in the rap game, because that's where ALL the awesome MC's come from: Canadian trailer parks! He and Tyler (AKA "T") can be found crimin' and stealin' to fund their perpetual recording of an album that never seems to get released.

J always has a harem of foul slatterns nearby, and has attempted to film a "greasy porno" in an effort to get those ever-elusive ends. Part of the problem was employing the use of Bubbles and Ricky's dad Ray as actors. He's also been spotted at the airport stealing luggage and selling the contents.


Rick's dad Ray is an interesting fella. A onetime truck driver whose license was pulled for a DUI, Ray pulled off being paralyzed from the waist down for years, until his plan unraveled during the filming of one of J-Rock's porn flicks. To further play up the role, he would piss in milk jugs and toss them all over the park. Classy.

Ray, much like Lahey, has a problem with liquor, and will sell just about anything he can to procure it, including the plumbing in his trailer. He was trailer park supervisor for a time when Lahey became a cop again, and even got his license re-instated, which was revoked again in a matter of hours for picking up prostitutes and drunk driving.






A) Tyler B) Detroit Velvet Smooth C) Cyrus D) Dennis E) Barb Lahey F) Trinity G) Phil Collins

H) Jake Collins I) Sam Losco J) Treena Lahey K) Officer Johnson L) Lt. Green M) Erica N) Conky

O) Sebastian Bach (yes, THAT Sebastian Bach)


Ricky: The thing with kids and growings and getting learnings and stuff is that... You can't lie to them. Basically, if you wanna tell the children they can't do something they're gonna want to do it more. When I was young I did all kinds of crazy shit and I turned out wicked. That's because my dad was fuckin' cool, he let me do shit. I was allowed to drive his car around the park, basically took my dirt bike to school, let me grow dope in his shed in grade 7. You know, that's what good parenting is all about. You gotta let them have a bit of freedom.

Ricky: [about their illegal gas station] Unleaded, blue container. Supreme, red container. Diesel in the green. Okay, are we clear here, guys?
Cory: Yeah, but how can you tell which is the Supreme?
Ricky: What, are you stupid? You fuckin' taste it. Unleaded tastes a little tangy. Supreme is kinda sour, and diesel tastes pretty good.

Ricky: You guys are bleeding, you're not getting in my fuckin car.
Bubbles: Oh, for fuck-sakes.
[grabs bag of chips out of Ricky's hand, rips it open and and covers Trevor's wounds with it]
Trevor: Ow, Bubbles, those are salt and vinegar!

Ricky: I try to be a role model for kids around the park. If some kid wants to grow dope, they can come talk to me, instead of growing dope 6 or 7 times through denial and error, they're going to get it right the first time and have some good dope.

J-Roc: [J-Roc is caught masturbating] Turn that shit off, motherfucker! I was gettin' changed, you know what I'm sayin'? I don't want that shit on TV. I don't want motherfuckers seeing me gettin' changed!
Bubbles: Turn that thing off, he's pullin' his goalie!

Ricky: God damnit Trinity, you can't smoke with the patch on.
Trinity: Well you're smoking with the patch on.
Ricky: Yeah, well Daddy's much bigger then you are so he can.

Bubbles: [when asked if his rocket can fly] Can it fly? Does the Tin Man have a sheet-metal cock?

Mr. Lahey: Randy just doesn't understand. I mean I love him dearly, but I hate Ricky more. I just don't want to have to put up with that prick for the rest of my life. You know, he grew up as a little shit-spark from the old shit-flint. And then he turned into a shit-bonfire and then driven by the winds of his monumental ignorance, he turned into a raging shit-firestorm. If I get to be married to Barb i'll have total control of Sunnyvale, and then I can unleash a shitnami tidal wave that'll engulf Ricky and extinguish his shit-flames forever. And with any luck, he'll drown in the undershit of that wave. Shit-waves.

Ricky: I'd say we got about a ten per cent chance of gettin' out of this one boys.
Officer George Green: [from out the window] Attention, this is the police. Come out with your hands up...
Ricky: Is that George Green?
Bubbles: That's definitely George Green.
Ricky: Wicked. Okay, forget what I said, our chances just went up to about ninety five per cent.