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You�were�talkin' about�motion�pictures
with�your�pals�the�other�day...
And�this�particular motion�picture
was�stacked�to�the�tits with�that�thing�I�hate.
Well,�that�doesn't�really narrows�it�downs.
You�know�the�thing.
Oh,�What?
Like,�there's�a�super�intense dramatic�scene
and�one�actor�is�on�the�other side�of�the�room,
screaming�their�lines at�the�other�actor,
and�then�slowly�and�gradually, they�get�closer�and�closer,
speaking�more quietly�and�softly,
up�until�they�get about�nose�to�nose,
and�then�they�deliver�their�last line�ant�it's�almost�a�whisper?
-�Okay,�I�hate�that. -�Yeah.
And�then�it's�usually some�kind�of�variation�on...
(Whispers:)�"Try�me."
Or�something�like...
(Whispers:) "Don't�make�me�hurt�you."
Or,�"This�ends�here."
Yeah,�no.
Or�how�whenever�there's a�scene�where,
like,�a�gal�kicks a�dude's�ass,�magically,
the�dude�just�kind�of appears�out�of�nowhere
and�says�something�like...
-�"Hey...�bitch." -�Worst.
And�then,�after�the�gal's�done kickin'�the�dude's�ass,
the�gal�just�shows�up and�swallows,
says�something all�breathy,�like...
(Breathing�heavily)
"Who's�the�bitch�now?"
Ugh.�Sit�down.
Or�how�there's always�some�kid
who�doesn't�speak any�English,
trying�to�lead�all the�English-speaking�people
away�from�danger, but�all�he�can�say�is,
"Here!�Here!"
-�"Here!�Here!" -�"Here!�Here!"
Enough! Yes,�I�hate�all�that,
but�there�is�nothing I�hate�more�than--
-�Oh... -�Oh...
-�Oh... -�Yup.
When�every�actor�takes�a�sharp inhale�before�their�line
for�dramatic�effect.
(Inhales�sharply) What's�wrong�with�that,�Katy?
(Inhales�sharply) You�saying�you�don't�like�that?
(Inhales�sharply) Kinda�feels�like
you're�lobb-sing�a�grenade�to the�industrys�there.
-�Don't. -�(Inhales�sharply)
Do�you�have�any�idea�how�often actors�use�this�device
for�dramatic�effect,�Katy?
(Inhales�sharply)�And�people don't�even�speak�that�way.
(Inhales)�Have�you�ever�heard anyone�breathe�like�that
before�they�speaks�ever in�your�lifes?
Go�aheads,�I'll�wait.
Gettin'�on�my�last nervski,�boys.
(Inhales) When's�it�gonna�stop,�Katy?
What�ever�happened to�less�is�more,�Katy?
(Inhales)
Actors�need�to�stop trying�so�darn�hard,�Katy.
(Inhales)�Not�that�I�got it�all�my�damn�self.
(Inhales)�Yeah,�not�that�I�have it�all�my�damn�self,�Katy.
(Inhales) Just�sayin',�Katy.
(Inhales)�I�completely understand
why�you�hates�that,�Miss�Katys.
-�Fuck�off! -�(Inhaling�sharply)
-�Fuckin'--�(Hiccups) -�(Hiccups)
(All�hiccupping)
Ooh,�took�in�too�much�air�there. (Hiccups)
-�(Hiccupping) -�I�hate�the�hiccups.
Fuckin'�scare�me or�something.
(All�hiccupping)
-�Ha! -�You�think�that's�scary?
Boogety,�boogety,�boogety!
Who�the�fuck�are�you? (Hiccups)
(All�hiccupping)
And�you�suppose that's�what...
thespians�mean�by sacrificing�for�your�craft.
(Hiccups)
��
(Phone�ringing)
-�(Phone�ringing) -�Hello?
Tanis:�It's�Glen.
He�says�we�need�to�get�down to�the�Church�right�away.
(Phone�chiming)
It's�Glen.
He�says�we�need�to�get�down to�the�church�right�away.
-�(Phone�chiming) -�It's�Glen.
He�says�we�need�to�get�down to�the�church�right�away.
(Phone�chiming)
-�It's�Tanis. -�'Kay.
Says�"I�knew�youse wouldn't�listen�to�Glen.
Seriously.�Church.�Now." We�should�go.
-�You�know�I'm�unavailable. -�I�should�go.
Right�when I'm�finally�winning?
I'll�make�it�up�to�you.
When's�the�last�time you�had�boar�chops?
Ah!
You�can�wait�a couple�hours�right?
(Grumbling)
(Church�bell�ringing)
(Church�bell�ringing)
At�long�last. Thank�you�for�heeding�my�call.
What's�the�rumpus,�Glen?
Dearly�beloved,�we�are gathered�here�today--
Whoa!�I�will�not�be�hoodwinked
into�attending a�religious�service,�good�sir.
-�That's�what�I�said. -�Spit�it�out,�hot�stuff.
I'm�getting�to�it!
Maybe�get�to�it�a�little�faster.
Okay.�Wh--�fine. I�gathered�you�all�here�today--
Not�fast�enough.
--because�I�wanted�to�thank�you for�participating
in�the�bake�sale�to�help�me raise�money�for�the�youth�group!
Phew!�Was�that�fast enough�for�you,�Rosie?!
Yeah,�I�guess we�can�use�that.
(Sighing)�Katy, your�muffins�were�divine.
It's�Uncle�Eddie's�recipe. Guess�it�still�holds�up.
Rosie,�your�banana�bread left�me�fit�to�be�tied.
You'd�be�surprised at�how�easy�it�is�to�make.
Tanis!
Don't�yell at�me,�preacher.
Your�bannock blew�my�mind.
I�know�my�way�around a�salle�à�manger.
She's�cute. She�means�"cuisine".
Gail!�Your�tarts�worked�their way�into�my�hearts�and�my�belly.
Dick-skin�helped.
Coach!
No�one�gave�two�poops about�your�fruit�cake,
which�is�no�surprise at�all.
You�don't�like�fruit�cake?
Oh,�no.�Me,�personally, I�love�a�fruit�cake.
Oh,�you�do?
Anybody�who�knows�me�at�all knows�that�about�me.�(Snorts)
Barb�loved�fruit�cake.
Oh,�can�we�not with�Barb,�please?
(Softly:)�Well,�I�was�hesitant to�contribute�at�all.
Hm?
(Softly:)�I�was�hesitant to�contribute�at�all.
Huh?
I�was�hesitant�to contribute�at�all!
-�Pourquoi? -�Because�the�Christian�youth
are...�uh...
dabbling�in�a�little iffy�business�these�days.
-�Like�what? -�You�ever�heard�of�soaking?
-�No. -�It's�when�a�dude...
puts�his�dink�in�a�gal...
(Grunting)
-�Oh. -�...but�doesn't�move�it.
So,�like,�no�thrusting or�anything?
-�No. -�But�that's�the�good�stuff.
-�Oh,�my... -�The�dude...
just�puts�his�dink�in...
-�(Grunting) -�...and�stays�still.
It's�a�way�for�them to�get�around
saving�their�virginity till�marriage.
Little�troubleshooting there.
So,�they�would�say,�we�can't have�sex,�but�we�can...
(Grunting)�Soak.
What�is�the�point?
Well,�I�guess�it�beats not�doing�anything�at�all.
ALL: No,�it�doesn't.
-�All�right,�Glen... -�Okay,�okay.
You�are�here�because�something horrible�has�happened.
My�best�friend�Tanis�and�I arrived�at�the�church�today
at�about,�ehh, it�was�10�a.m.
Wait,�what?
Oh.�We're�besties�now.
'Cause�remember, when�I�called�you,
you�came�right away�to�help�me?
And�that's�exactly the�kind�of�thing
a�bestie�does�for�their�bestie. Right,�bestie?
Yeah,�'cause you�said�there�was�a�fire.
Well,�one�little�white�lie never�hurt�nobody.
And�I�was�like, "Well,�I�didn't�start�it."
We�arrived�here�at around�at�10�a.m.,
when�I�showed�my�bestie that�the�till
that�had�all�the�earnings�in�it from�the�bake�sale
had�gone�missing!
And�so,�I�says�to�my�bestie, I�says,
"We�best�check�our�purses 'cause�we�done�got�robbed."
Now...�all�of�you
had�access�to�the�till,
which�means�that�one�of�you heartless�monsters�stole...
from�me�-�Glen�-
your�friend or�best�friend,
depending�on�whether or�not�your�name�is�Tanis.
So,�let�me�remind�youse...
(Whispers) ...do�not...
steal...�from�me.
KATY:�Bravo.
-�I�didn't. -�And�more�importantly,
do�not�stealeth from�the�Church!
From�the�Lordeth shimself!
And�all�his�Idrises�Elba
and�from�the Lordeth's�youth�group�-
The�Burning�Bush�Club.
It's�me,�Glen, your�friend.
Who�hath�stolen�from�me?!
Confess�and�then�repent. Who�hath�doneth�it?
Oh!
How�will�I�ever�find�out who�hath�robbed�me?
Lord,�send�me�some�help!
(Door�opening)
STEWART: Ding-dong.
Here!�Here!
Here!�Here!
��
Good�evening.
It's�afternoon.
What�are�you�doing�here, under�creature?
I�am�the�answer�to�your prayers,�preacher�man.
Honestly...
(Whispering) Roald!
Oh,�sorry�Stewart.
(Sound�effect�of thunder�cracking)
Where's�boo?
Who?
-�Wayne! -�With�Squirrely�Dan.
I�ordered�some Okoya�furniture,
got�delivered�today.
You�know�how�much they�love�that�shit.
Gentlemen. What�a�great�day,�eh?
-�Gots�the�times? -�No.
-�Shockers. -�Sorry?
Well,�you�say be�available
between�the�hours�of�one and�four�in�the�afternoon
to�sign�for�delivery.
So,�what�time's�it�now?
4:45.
BOTH: 4:48!
We�just�follow the�schedule.
Oh,�all�right. So,�delivery's�75�bucks.
The�attitude�extra,�'er?
Katy�said�she�was�ordering�some Swedish�furniture.
Didn't�say�anything about�no�fuckin'�lips.
WAYNE: How�'bout�the�lip�on�this�one?
DAN:�Who�knew�Swedes�were so�fuckin'�lippy.
Did�you�have somewhere�to�be?
WAYNE:�I've�had�about�enough of�the�lip!
DAN:�You�Swedes�may�be�good at�fuckin'�meatballs,
but�you�got�a�lots�to�learn about�fuckin'�being�on�times.
WAYNE: What's�your�name?
-�Jens. -�WAYNE:�What?
Jens.
What�is�there�two�of�ya?
That's�gotta�be�the�most�Swedish fuckin'�name�I�ever�heard.
I'm�actually�Dutch.
Don't�say�that�too�louds around�heres.
-�What's�your�name? -�Gunner.
-�But�what's�your�real�name? -�Gunner.
Yeah,�but�what's�your�real�name?
-�Gunner. -�Fuck�around.
You're�already�lates. Don't�get�fuckin'�smart.
I'd�be�careful,�a�nickname like�that�just�might�stick.
Gettin'�lipped�off�by a�couple�of�fuckin'�Swedes.
I've�had�about�enough of�the�lip.
I�can�takes�one�looks at�ya
and�I�know�why�Katy's fuckin'�ordered�offa�yas.
WAYNE:�Christ,�I'm�not�sure the�shirts�get�any�tighter,
but�I'd�bet�the�farm they�fuckin'�gave�it�a�shot.
We�got�one�dresser and�two�bed�side�tables.
-�Where�do�want�this�assembled? -�Right�there.
-�What? -�WAYNE:�What?!
What'd�he�say�about�the�fuckin' lip?
It's�$75�for�delivery, installation�and�assembly.
Well,�you�already fucked�up�the�delivery.
You�can�sets�it�up right�heres�and,�for�frees,
we'll�let�you�know�what�kind�of job�you're�fuckin'�doin'.
We�can�assemble�it�here,�but�let us�know�where�to�carry�it.
It'll�take�thirty�seconds.
WAYNE:�Yeah,�while�you�bounce�it off�30�fuckin'�walls.
The�customer's always�right.
DAN:�Damn�right. Pitter-patter.
WAYNE:�All�right, youse�go�get�sorted.
Dan�and�I�will finish�our�beers
and�we'll�go�over some�safety�tips.
(Church�bell�ringing)
Gasp!�What�are�you�doing�here, Stewart?!�Hi,�Roald.
Hi,�Glen! Um,�hi,�everyone!
Roald! (Inhales�sharply)
Assembled�fools...
-�(Inhales�sharply) -�Don't!
Don't�what?
Don't�with the�dramatic�inhale.
I�am�here...
because�I�know... who�did�it.
How�could�you�possibly�know anything,�Stewart?
You�refused�to�participate in�my�bake�sale!
I�offered�my�brownies.
I�don't�care�if it's�legal,�Stewart;
you�will�not sell�drugs�in�my�church!
Weed�isn't�even�a�drug.
I�know�Dan's�the�de�facto�butt stuff�fella�in�these�parts--
Hey!�I�like�a�one in�the�two.
I�said�"fella".
But�butt�stuff's�pretty�popular with�the�Christian�youth.
-�Shocker. -�That�too.
Basically�anything that�doesn't�involve
penile/vaginal�penetration.
Another�way�to�protect their�virginities.
Li'l�life�hack.
So,�they�say�we�can't�have vaginal�intercourse,
but�we�can--
Fire�it�up�the�pooper.
-�Really? -�Dance�like�nobody's�watchin'.
To�each�his�or�her�own.
-�Now�and�then. -�All�right!
Enough�with�these sidebar�conversations.�Stewart!
Explain�yourself�in�front�of God,�his�son�Jesus,
and�all�of�his Idrises�Elba!
(Both�hissing)
-�(Hissing) -�Fine!
I�grew�up�reading all�the�classics
of�Lord�Agatha�Christie.
I�don't�think�that's how�that�works.
-�It's�not. -�Confirmed.
-�Best�friend. -�And...�(Sniffing)
...I�can�sniff�out a�murder�plot�a�mile�away!
Stewart�the�most sophisticated�sense�of�smell.
Got�any�snooters?
No�one�was�murdered.
-�Irregardless! -�Ugh.
Allow�me�to�walk�you through...�a�scenario.
Gettin'�close to�boar�chop�o'clock.
What�brought�all�of these�strange,
disparate�people�gathered�in this�room�together�today?
Why�these�people? And�why...
(Inhales�sharply) ...here?
I�asked�them�to�help�me�with the�bake�sale
'cause�we're�pals, and�then�some.
STEWART: Likely�story.
BOTH:�Likely�story.
That's�a�likely�story.
-�Likely�story. -�That's�a�likely�story!
But�what�about�this�one?
(Thunder�crashing)
No�one�likes�Glen�and�no�one supports�his�church.
GLEN:�Stewart,�you�know�I�can still�hear�you,�right?
STEWART: I�posit�this!
Because�no�one�really�wanted�to help�Glen�or�his�God
or�any�of�his�Idrises�Elba,
everyone�pretended�to�put their�profits�in�the�till,
but�instead�pocketed�the�money and�kept�it�for�themselves!
��
There�was�no�money to�be�stolen
because�everyone kept�their�own�profits.
��
Therefore...
(Thunder�crashing)
Roald!
The�murderer�is...
everyone!
No�one�was�murdered, Stewart.
But�wait,�does�that�mean you�all�robbed�me?
Me�and�Him? Capital�H.
Isn't�that�just�the�plot�of Murder�on�the�Orient�Express?
Oh,�love�that�book, and�the�movie.
-�Which�one? -�David�Suchet�all�the�way.
I�didn't�hate�the�new�one. What�up,�Michelle�Pfeiffer?
Yew!
-�She�is�a�masterpiece. -�Mmm-hmm.
She�can�still�get�it.
Any�time�she�wants�it.
Any�time.
(Laughing)�Any...�time... she�wants...�it.
So,�What?�You're�telling�me that�you�admit�it?
You�all�robbed�me,�all�at the�same�time,�all�at�once.
-�I�got�gang-banged?! -�Of�course�not,�Glen.
Oh�my�God,�Tanis, I�did�not�mean�you.
You�would�never�do that�to�me.
You're�my�best�friend since�forever.
Enough!
I�did�not�say�that's what�happened!
I�posited...
that�that's�how�it could�have�happened!
But�it�didn't. (Inhales�sharply)
Allow�me to�walk�you�through...
another�scenario.
Do�you�know what�docking�is?
No.
(Thunder�crashing)
Do�youse�have a�stud�finder?
I�don't�believe�that's�any�of your�fuckin'�business.
Okoya�suggests�fastening the�unit�to�the�wall;
helps�prevent�it from�tipping.
-�Youse�gots�a�stud�finders? -�Yeah.
Well,�fuckin'�point�it�over here;
I'll�tell�ya�if�it's�working.
Everybody's�got a�stud�finder�joke.
I�don't�remember�askin' how�nots�to�tip�stuffs.
Did�you�want the�stud�finder�or�not?
WAYNE:�Well,�fuckin'�don't�need one;�already�found�'em.
DAN:�You�let�us�worries about�that.
Youse�just�worries�about righty-tightys,�leftys-looseys.
You're�getting�some�nice furniture�here.
DAN: I�can�see�from�here
the�hardware's�stripped from�screwing�it�in�once.
So,�tells�me�again�what�we're gettings�heres?
WAYNE:�Another�Allen�key in�the�fuckin'�junk�drawer.
People�seem�to�like�it.
Know�what�else�people seemed�to�like?
Boy�bands.
This�silly�Swedish�furniture is�like�boy�bands:
it's�hot�for a�second,�sure,
but�it's�only�a�matter�of�time before�you're�a�joke.
The�screws�get stripped�pretty�easily.
You�could�holds�the�thing together
better�with�fuckin'�flour.
But�it's�good�material otherwise.
WAYNE: What�is?
GUNNER: This.
WAYNE:�Well, I�could�piss�a�hole�in�that.
Hey,�youse�guys�ever�wonder what�it�would�feel�like
to�wear�a�shirt�that fuckin'�fits?
-�Tight�pants�kill�sperms. -�I�don't�want�kids.
Well,�fuckin'�bet�they�don't want�you�either,�bud.
We've�got�a�couple�of stud�finders�in�the�truck.
-�You�can�have�this�one. -�All�right.
Well,�don't�point�it�over�here; it'll�fuckin'�break�right�off.
KATY: Hang�on.�Glen,
what�does�the�youth�group need�money�for?
-�Katy! -�I've�been�to�youth�group
and�all�youse�got is�refreshments.
No�more�than�$20�dollars,
more�like�$15 if�you're�cuttin'�coupons.
So,�where�does the�rest�of�it�go?
Ask�the�Vatican.
If�a�Girl�Guide or�a�Boy�Scout
comes�to�the�door selling�cookies,
I�know�where the�money's�going�-
sendin'�kids camping�and�whatnot.
Or�if�a�GI�Jehovah comes�to�the�door,
I�know�where the�money's�going�-
cancelling�Christmas and�whatnot.
But�youse don't�go�camping
and�youse�love�Christmas.
So,�I�ask: what�is�the�money�for?
Katy,�have�you�seen�the price�of�Freshie�lately?
Mm,�they�don't�make that�anymore.
Exactly!
You�can�get�all�the�Freshie you�want�on�the...
BOTH�(Whispering): Dark�web.
Coach!
Hi,�Stewart.
You�are�an�emotional basket�case.
Well,�I�was�unware you�felt�this�way.
You�have�never�recovered�from the�death�of�your�wife.
Barb?
We�all�know her�name,�Coach.
Though,�come�to�think�of�it, I�don't�know�yours.
-�Irregardless! -�(Thunder�crashing)
Coach,�you're�the�angriest�man we�all�know.
And�then,�no�one�bought any�of�your�fruitcake.
That�might�be�enough�to push�a�man�over�the�edge.
That�might�be�enough�to drive�a�man�to�murder!
��
Ugh. No�one�got--
(Thunder�crashing)
No�one�got�murdered, Stewart!
I'm�confused.
Is�this�supposed�to�be another�Agatha�Christie�book?
Of�course�it�is.
I�don't�recognize this�plot�at�all.
Is�it�Evil�Under�The�Sun?
-�It's�not�The�ABC�Murders. -�Ten�Little�Indians?
-�(Inhales�sharply) -�She�said�it.
It's�Death�on�the�Nile!
-�No,�it�isn't. -�Yes�it�is!
Death�on�the�Nile�is about�the�poor�couple
that�kills�the�rich�girl to�take�her�money.
Hastily�simplified, but�yes.
Stewart,�your�Coach�theory�is nothing�like�Death�on�the�Nile.
(Scoffing)�It�is�a�very�close approximation.
-�It's�not. -�Can�confirm.
Coach!
What...�say...�you?
I�didn't�do�that.
(Both�scoffing) What�a�defence!
-�What�a�defence! -�What�a�defence!
BOTH:�What�a�defence! What�a�defence!�What�a�defence!
I�was�actually�quite�happy no�one�bought�the�fruit�cake
because�I�found that�in�the�pantry
and�I�don't�even�know how�long�it's�been�there.
-�Coach... -�No,�guys,
it's�much�darker than�that.
I,�um...�I�guess...
a�few�months�ago,�I�started hittin'�the�bottle�pretty�hard--
Anyhoo!
I�don't�think Coach�did�it,�Stewart.
I�didn't�say�that Coach�did�it,�Rosie.
I�said�he�might have�done�it.
No,�you�said�he�did�it.
I�posited! It�was�only�a�posit.
And�allow�me�to... posit...
one...�last...
-�(Thunder�crashing) -�...time.
-�JENS:�All�done,�gentleman. -�DAN:�Gots�the�times?
-�Time�to�get�a�watch. -�WAYNE:�Don't�get�lippy.
There's�that fuckin'�lips�agains.
-�It's�six�o'clock. -�Oh,�he's�learnin'.
Sure�you�don't�want�us�to�take this�up�to�the�bedroom?
Who�said�anything about�a�bedroom?
Well,�they're bedside�tables.
It's�just�a�name,�Jennifer.
DAN:�They�could�just�as easily�be�ends�tables.
WAYNE:�Could�just�as�easily�be a�little�table�in�the�kitchen
to�put�the�telephone�on, maybe�a�little�notepad.
DAN:�Spend�all�day�haulin' fuckin'�boxes,
you�should�learn�to�thinks outsides�of�one.
So,�you�don't�want�us�to�take this�inside?
-�WAYNE:�Sorted. -�Okay.
All�right,�Dan, better�fuckin'�get�it�inside
before�the�wind blows�it�over.
Your�tips.
Hey,�thanks. I�didn't�see�this�coming.
-�Want�another�one? -�BOTH:�Sure.
Be�on�time.
(Both�laughing)
Now,�what�are�we�gonna�do with�this�piece�of�shit?
Good�Lord...
Christ�sake.
This'll�be�the�only�time I�offer�you�a�screw.
I'll�take�it,�good�buddy. Alley-oop.
Clearly�don't�know�anything about�Agatha�Christie!
(All�shouting�at�once)
Fine!
(Inhales�sharply) Allow�for�one�last--
Last�time�I�tell�ya�about the�dramatic�inhale,�skid.
Hey,�bitch!
GLEN:�Ooh.�Ooh.
(Grunting)
Who's�the�bitch�now?
Bravo.
I�was�getting hiccups�anyway.
Allow�one last�theory
because�this�theory...
is�the�truth.
(Thunder�crashing)
��
I�was�hurt -�nay,�offended�-
when�Glen�rejected my�offer�of�baked-baked�goods.
ROALD:�(Giggling) Good�one,�Stewart.
STEWART:�Roald!
So,�after�everyone�had�packed up�and�left�the�church,
I�snuck�back�in�and stole�the�money�myself!
��
(Gasping) But,�Stewart...
Yes,�Roald?
Why?�Why�would�you�do all�of�this?
To�see�if�I�could get�away�with�it...
and...�I...�did.
Curtain!
Curtain�couldn't come�soon�enough.
Wait�just�a�minute.
Curtain�-
that's�the�name�of the�last�Hercule�Poirot�book,
the�one�where�the�detective himself�commits�the�murder
and�then�kills himself�at�the�end.
-�Exactly. -�Ooh.
Are�you�gonna�kill yourself�now,�Stewart?
(Chuckling)�More�lookin' at�Coach�for�that.
Stewart,�as�a�man of�the�cloth,
I�cannot�condone�suicide.
However,�I�do�recommend that�you�repent!
(Hissing)
Nah.
GLEN: Ugh.
So,�how�much is�in�there,�Glen?
Well,�if�it's�all�here, and�I�certainly�hope�it�is,
then�we�will�have�collected just�shy�of...
thirty�dollars! And�it's�all�here!�Woo-hoo!
We�listened�to�Stewart�talk�for what�felt�like�two�fiscal�weeks
for�thirty�bucks?
Just�shy of�thirty�bucks!
And...�curtain.
I'd�have�a�beer.
You're�going�so�soon?
I�owe�my�hick a�boar�chop�supper.
-�Ooh!�Salt�and�pepper? -�You�got�it,�girl.
Tell�boo�I�said�what's�up.
You�got�it,�girl.
GLEN: But--�but�wait.
We�just�reacquired all�this�money.
And�what�on�earth am�I�gonna�do�with�it�all?
Ask�the�Vatican!
You�know,�again,�this�is�not a�Catholic�church.
Okay,�in�the�future, I�would�pay�$50
to�not�have�to listen�to�Stewart�speak.
Oof.�Amen�to�that.
But... ba-doop-boop-boop,
I�just�wanted�to�thank�you for�everything�you�did�today,
bestie.
(Tanis�groaning)
So,�what's�docking?
We�can't�do�it.
Hmm.
Wanna�soak?
Not�in�my�pews.
(The�Age�of�Electric�"Enya")
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-�How�'r'�ya�now? -�Good,�'n�you?
You�wanna�know�what,�I'm�just gonna�come�right�out�and�say�it:
I'm�half�cut.
-�I'll�catch�up. -�Good�enough.
What�smells like�boar�chops?
Oh,�might�be�boar�chops.
-�Might�it? -�Or�it�mightn't.
I�thought�we�established that�I�owe�you�one?
Well,�you�like boar�chops,�right?
Love�boar�chops.
Well,�I�made�you boar�chops,�Rosie.
Guess�I'll�have�to make�up�for�it�after.
WAYNE: 'Kay.
You�can�wait�a couple�hours,�right?
(Wayne�grumbling)
(Both�grumbling)
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