Final Destination 2 Page #2

.' Don't come around if

you ain't got no cocaine to bring... '

What? I'm wearing

my seatbelt.

You're gonna bust me,

b*tch?!

Aaah!

Son of a...

b*tch.

F***!

- Oh, my God!

- Watch out!

- Stop!

- Oh, my God!

Watch out!

Aaah!

Shaina?

I can't get out of here!

Help me!

Oh, easy, Kimmy.

First year of driving?

Yo, Dano,

shouldn't we help your mum?

Good one, man.

You're hilarious.

Pileup! Pileup!

- Oh, my God.

- What?

There's going to be

a huge accident.

We're all gonna die!

I just saw it.

That's it.

My turn to drive.

- No, I'm serious.

- Kim, what's wrong?

- What are you doing?

- Oh, my God.

...of Flight 180 will be held

at 8:
00 P.M. Tonight

at the Mt Abraham

high school auditorium.

'Highway to hell.'

'Highway to hell... '

'Highway to hell'?

.' I'm on a highway to hell... '

Okay, Kimberly,

you're scaring me.

- Green means go, Kimmy.

- Yeah.

Are you out of your friggin' mind?

What the hell are you doing?

What the f***, Kimberly?

What's this?

Kimberly, you just got

to breathe.

Oh, sh*t, sh*t.

Five-O's coming. Let's f***ing roll.

- What?

- Oh, my God.

Do you know how much

f***ing weed I have on me? Huh?

Okay, Dano, just shut up!

Just stay cool.

Oh, f***. I'm going to jail.

I'm f***ing going to jail.

What's going on here?

I think there's going

to be a huge pileup.

I saw it.

There were bodies

everywhere.

There were logs...

I saw it.

It just happened.

Alright, miss, I'd like you to please

step out of the vehicle.

Just pull over!

I know,

Mummy's hungry, too.

Come on.

Come on!

Oh, f*** this.

I'm going to get this

and we're going to go.

F***.

What the hell

is going on up there?

Excuse me!

Is there any way

that we could drive around?

- I have a delivery...

- You need to get back into your vehicles.

- Just move it...

- Now!

That's it!

That's the truck

that's going to kill everybody.

You need to stop

that truck!

I told you again,

you have to calm down!

Why won't you listen to me?!

- F***!

- Oh, my God.

This is unit 13 requesting

medical assistance

and backup for a major

traffic accident...

Kimberly, what's going on?

No!

No!

Listen, sir,

this girl is really freaked out.

In fact, all of them are...

- scared as you can imagine.

- Scared?!

These people are the luckiest

sons of b*tches on the planet.

Get this guy,

Evan Lewis...

yesterday the kid

wins the lotto.

Today, some loony b*tch

blocks traffic

and he avoids the worst

pileup in years.

I should be

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