Daughter of the Congresswoman and Policeman: I can't believe I just did that. My parents will crucify me in the worst way possible. Jesus christ lof atter day saints.
Guy: Let's just jet off to Montreal
D: How about we peace and steal my parents liqour cabinet and sell it across border for a plus plus premium. Then we'll go to Quebec and enjoy the local foods such as POUTINE.
G: You're driving too fast. We gotta fucking chill out. Fucking coppers are gonna get on our ass in a big way.
THEY PULL INTO A ROADSIDE MOTEL
D: Fuck motherfucker. I lost my keys and wallet, you gotta pay and eat the cost. Swallow that shit and fucking be normal.
G: Don't worry about me, you gotta fucking stop shaking and get outta the car.
THEY CHECK IN
G: This carpet, it's a nightmare.
D: It's my carpet and you must stare upon it.
G PULLS A GUN OUT
D: Why do you always think that we should feel like this?
G: I really wanna kill someone tonight. It's gonna be you or the inkeeper. Make your choice. The choice belongs.
D DOES A BACKFLIP OUT THE WINDOW. SHE ESCAPES, KILLS AN INKEEPER, WALKS UPSTAIRS TO THE ROOM, THE DOOR OF WHICH SHE KICKS IN
D: Wow that was roundabout. Why don't we just get a room at the Four Seasons?
THEY CROSS A DEAD BODY IN THE LOBBY, HAIL A CAB, AND JET TO THE FOUR SEASONS WHERE THEY BOTH ORDER WHITE RUSSIANS
D: We really fucked that up. How about you pay more attention to me Phillip?
G: My name is not Phillip. I do know my name.
D: I do know knowledge. My boots are wet. I'm actually writing a book right now. And you don't know what it's about, but we just kill someone together. And we have a bond, a slight bond.
G: I know who you are. I saw you on the plane from Caracas. Granted I drugged you, but then we shared a life together. A fucking goddamn life. And now you're here and we gotta deal with it, so let's fucking think. So get your belongings and let's travel throughout restaurants.
D: Fuck yeah!
G: Yes rather than yeah.
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