Post by TFP on Oct 21, 2008 16:10:09 GMT -4
[ The van leaves the gas station as the back seats are filled with a bunch of bags of Doritos, bottles of Pepsi and packages of peanuts, not to mention chocolate bars. But too bad for Jesse, because he was to drive while Michael just sits there and eats all that he wants. As they travel down the road a little bit more, they enter Dayton to return the record player. But the problem is, they don't know where this woman lives, but they'll find out. Eventually. ]
Michael Lee: "Man, these peanuts are awesome. But I don't know if I'm allergic to peanuts or not. I'm breaking out in rashes and my throat is getting swelled... cough, cough... but whatever, I don't give a fuck... I'm going to continue to eat them, just because they are here. Aren't you the same way at times? No matter how much you hate a certain food you just eat it because you're hungry? I think everybody is like that-uh."
Jesse James: "No, I'm not like that. Instead I just eat something else. Oh, and you are allergic to peanuts. You almost died when you were six by eating them out of my stocking on Christmas. If I were you, I'd stop while you're at it or else you might have another encounter with death, or even worse: the sniffles and shit."
Michael Lee: "Hmmm... I don't like the sound of that and. I'll just eat a Mars Bar, those are good-uh."
Jesse James: "Indeed."
[ Jesse stops the van before a house, the one that was on the address that was written on the lost record player in which that they were returning. Jesse takes a breath and pulls out some Scope from the glove compartment, pouring some in his mouth. He swishes his mouth around and spits it out of his van. He grabs the record player and steps out, walking to the front of the bungalo. He expected a mansion, but he doesn't really care anymore. Knocking at the door, he waits a couple of minutes and it's answered. An old woman opens up and stares at him. ]
Jesse James: "Jane Sawyer?"
Old Woman: "Yeah?"
Jesse James: "Whoa! Sweet! A grandma!"
Jane Sawyer: "What do you want?"
Jesse James: "Did you lose something in the past few days?"
Jane Sawyer: "My teeth, if that's what you're talking about."
Jesse James: "Nope. You lost this!"
[ Jesse shows her the record player and in return she gives a disgusted look. ]
Jane Sawyer: "That thing is old, that thing is fuckin' junk. Where did you find it?"
Jesse James: "I found it by a garbage bin. Do you want it back?"
Jane Sawyer: "No I fuckin' don't want it back, throw it out. It doesn't work."
Jesse James: "Pfft, I come here all the way from Defiance and you don't want it back. Ungrateful and shit."
Jane Sawyer: "Where?"
Jesse James: "FINE! Go rot in Hell and shit. Bitch."
[ The old woman slams the door and Jesse smashes the record player on the doorstep, walking back to the van. He turns it on and drives ahead at full speed, releasing his anger. ]
Michael Lee: "So was she hot-uh?"
Jesse James: "Totally."
Michael Lee: "Man, these peanuts are awesome. But I don't know if I'm allergic to peanuts or not. I'm breaking out in rashes and my throat is getting swelled... cough, cough... but whatever, I don't give a fuck... I'm going to continue to eat them, just because they are here. Aren't you the same way at times? No matter how much you hate a certain food you just eat it because you're hungry? I think everybody is like that-uh."
Jesse James: "No, I'm not like that. Instead I just eat something else. Oh, and you are allergic to peanuts. You almost died when you were six by eating them out of my stocking on Christmas. If I were you, I'd stop while you're at it or else you might have another encounter with death, or even worse: the sniffles and shit."
Michael Lee: "Hmmm... I don't like the sound of that and. I'll just eat a Mars Bar, those are good-uh."
Jesse James: "Indeed."
[ Jesse stops the van before a house, the one that was on the address that was written on the lost record player in which that they were returning. Jesse takes a breath and pulls out some Scope from the glove compartment, pouring some in his mouth. He swishes his mouth around and spits it out of his van. He grabs the record player and steps out, walking to the front of the bungalo. He expected a mansion, but he doesn't really care anymore. Knocking at the door, he waits a couple of minutes and it's answered. An old woman opens up and stares at him. ]
Jesse James: "Jane Sawyer?"
Old Woman: "Yeah?"
Jesse James: "Whoa! Sweet! A grandma!"
Jane Sawyer: "What do you want?"
Jesse James: "Did you lose something in the past few days?"
Jane Sawyer: "My teeth, if that's what you're talking about."
Jesse James: "Nope. You lost this!"
[ Jesse shows her the record player and in return she gives a disgusted look. ]
Jane Sawyer: "That thing is old, that thing is fuckin' junk. Where did you find it?"
Jesse James: "I found it by a garbage bin. Do you want it back?"
Jane Sawyer: "No I fuckin' don't want it back, throw it out. It doesn't work."
Jesse James: "Pfft, I come here all the way from Defiance and you don't want it back. Ungrateful and shit."
Jane Sawyer: "Where?"
Jesse James: "FINE! Go rot in Hell and shit. Bitch."
[ The old woman slams the door and Jesse smashes the record player on the doorstep, walking back to the van. He turns it on and drives ahead at full speed, releasing his anger. ]
Michael Lee: "So was she hot-uh?"
Jesse James: "Totally."