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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")

��

-�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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