Post by tstory on Oct 22, 2021 20:20:36 GMT -5
(Scene opens to interior of an unnamed dive bar somewhere outside Las Vegas. The patrons seem to be a rough lot, and seated calmly in a booth amongst the rable are Carson and Annie Castle. The camera manuvers through the room, illiciting stares from the men and women in the bar until it centers on the Castle's table. Carson looks at the camera and speaks.)
Carson: A bar room brawl, huh? In Tokyo? Where the hell are you going to find a real bar in Tokyo. This kind of bar. The type of bar where a real brawl is likely to break out at any moment. What are we supposed to drink at this bar? Sake? I don't think that is going to make Annie here happy at all.
Annie: You know what really makes me unhappy? Jack Ruby. Jack, what the ever loving hell was that last Friday? Winking at Pixi and trying to blow me off like you didn't have to take me seriously? Is that what you think of me, Jack? We've trained together, we've worked together. I thought you would have gotten the memo by now that I hang with anybody, but I guess not. That's why you got your ass knocked flat and I pinned you. Who's giggling and winking now, buddy?
Carson: See, Jack, we feel like you and Pixi both have not taken us seriously because we're friends, but friend or foe, you start being disrespectful of my family, and I'll skin your ass alive.
Annie: Damn right. Pixi, you better start working less about your carbon footprint and more about the footprint I'm gonna put on your ass.
Carson: Jack, I know you're no stranger to a bar fight, and no disrespect, but you stepped into our wheelhouse here. This is what we do for fun on a Saturday night after we we just got bruised and bumped at Friday Night Free for All. Everybody like to try to cut as down, call us hillbillies...well hold onto your asses, because we're gonna unleash some real hillbilly shit.
Annie: And one more thing... Moe, puddin...I don't need a white knight. I don't need saving. I don't need you trying to come to the rescue. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm the furthest thing from a damsel in distress you can possibly be. I'm a hard ass bitch, and if you try to save me again, I will shove my boot so far up your ass that you'll be flossing your teeth with my boot laces. You wanna spark on me, that's just fine. You're kinda cute and sweet.
Carson: Really? I mean, you did write that thing on his forehead after he passed out trying to keep up with you at Jack's Place.
Annie: Well...he deserved that, but his face reminds me of a Moon Pie.
Carson: A Moon Pie?!? What the hell are you smokin?
(Scene fades as Carson and Annie continue to argue about Moe and his face.)
Carson: A bar room brawl, huh? In Tokyo? Where the hell are you going to find a real bar in Tokyo. This kind of bar. The type of bar where a real brawl is likely to break out at any moment. What are we supposed to drink at this bar? Sake? I don't think that is going to make Annie here happy at all.
Annie: You know what really makes me unhappy? Jack Ruby. Jack, what the ever loving hell was that last Friday? Winking at Pixi and trying to blow me off like you didn't have to take me seriously? Is that what you think of me, Jack? We've trained together, we've worked together. I thought you would have gotten the memo by now that I hang with anybody, but I guess not. That's why you got your ass knocked flat and I pinned you. Who's giggling and winking now, buddy?
Carson: See, Jack, we feel like you and Pixi both have not taken us seriously because we're friends, but friend or foe, you start being disrespectful of my family, and I'll skin your ass alive.
Annie: Damn right. Pixi, you better start working less about your carbon footprint and more about the footprint I'm gonna put on your ass.
Carson: Jack, I know you're no stranger to a bar fight, and no disrespect, but you stepped into our wheelhouse here. This is what we do for fun on a Saturday night after we we just got bruised and bumped at Friday Night Free for All. Everybody like to try to cut as down, call us hillbillies...well hold onto your asses, because we're gonna unleash some real hillbilly shit.
Annie: And one more thing... Moe, puddin...I don't need a white knight. I don't need saving. I don't need you trying to come to the rescue. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm the furthest thing from a damsel in distress you can possibly be. I'm a hard ass bitch, and if you try to save me again, I will shove my boot so far up your ass that you'll be flossing your teeth with my boot laces. You wanna spark on me, that's just fine. You're kinda cute and sweet.
Carson: Really? I mean, you did write that thing on his forehead after he passed out trying to keep up with you at Jack's Place.
Annie: Well...he deserved that, but his face reminds me of a Moon Pie.
Carson: A Moon Pie?!? What the hell are you smokin?
(Scene fades as Carson and Annie continue to argue about Moe and his face.)