[The four main characters are quarreling over who should drive the car, throwing swears and insults at each other.]
Gil: I can drive better than you guys can! Just give ME the goddamn keys!
Ren: You're only thirteen! You're not even old enough to get laid yet!
[Stimpy attempts to get the keys behind their backs, but Cigarettes notices.]
Cigarettes: Hey! Give those keys back, you fucking fatass!
Stimpy: Never! None of you are responsible enough! And don't call me fat unless you like my foot shoved up your ass!
[Everyone begins punching and fighting each other until they are worn out.]
Stimpy: Why don't we all just drive together?
Ren (coldly): 'Cause that's already been done and would make us look super gay.
Gil: Well, we've gotta come up with at least SOMETHING!
Ren: Shut up, Gil! You're mom's a big fat stupid bitch!
Gil: Stop calling my mom a bitch, Marlin!!!
Ren: And stop calling ME by my real name!
Cigarettes: (chuckles) Your name is...?
Ren: Ay! Shut the fuck up!
Stimpy: What crawled up YOUR asshole and died?
Cigarettes: Dude, that's just gross.
[Gil spots a rat.]
Gil: (looks at rat) (bites its neck to death) Any of you guys want a dead rat?
Stimpy: Aw, fucking HELL no!
Cigarettes: Pass.
Gil: (shrugs) (eats rat)
Ren: (throws up) I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing that!
Gil: Well, I'm a cat. I can't eat anything else. All that cat food is basically dried shit in a bag.
Stimpy: Touché.
Cigarettes: Dude, c'mon! Just gimme the goddamn keys!
Stimpy (exasperated): No! I'm done debating this! We're not gonna sleep in our beds tonight!
Ren: Well then where the hell ARE we gonna sleep? In an alley? No fucking way!
Stimpy (still exasperated): We'll sleep in the car, and the keys will be in it!
Cigarettes: You just want the keys for yourself, you prick!
Stimpy (slightly angrier): No, I don't! It's only fair!
Gil: At least you’re putting your judicious side out there for us for once...
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