Lights, Camera, Creeper: Making 'Jeepers Creepers 2' Page #2

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You saw me, right?

Run that fast break? Huh?|You see that?

-Yeah, I saw it.|-Anybody gonna read about it?

Why do you give ol' Dante|back there so much ink, huh?

I'm serious.

People are starting to think|that you're sweet on him.

Really? I heard that was you.

Hey, it's OK if you are, man.

I mean,|live and let love, right?

Why don't you piss|on somebody else's shoes, Jake?

Shouldn't you be|folding towels somewhere...

or sniffing jockstraps?

You think you can manage|the team, super genius?

Was I even talking to you,|jockstrap boy?

Hey, eat sh*t, Jake! God!

So this is all because, what,|I don't write enough about you?

You know what the story is|on your scars there, right?

No, tell me.

Got into a fight|when you snuck into a bar.

So?

A gay bar, bro.

You do know what they call you,|don't you, lzzy?

That's my name.

"Or isn't he?"

Hey, let's not make this...

a social event out there,|everybody.

Back on the bus, gentlemen.|We're moving!

Big K,|does that come in a man size?

That means you, too, Kimball!|Let's go!

Smooth move, Big K! Nice, man!

Tippi Hedren, man!

Kimball!|Stop clowning around...

and get your ass|back on the bus!

Off the top, gentlemen.

A**holes and elbows. Let's go.

Damn!

You know,|you could talk about it.

It might help a little bit.

What did I play today,|twelve minutes?

Well, it was|a great twelve minutes.

Hanna's got it in for me--

him and his little|token white boy Barnes.

I don't know...

maybe I got the wrong skin color|to get equal play on this team.

I know you don't mean that.

Maybe they just wanted|to make sure...

everyone got a chance to play|in the championship.

Everyone's not the reason why|we made it to the championship.

Half the losers on this bus|had nothing to do with...

us making it to state--I did.

What the f***|are you looking at?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Aw, don'ttell me.

-We blew the other one.|-How?

Back down, everybody. Sit tight.

Sh*t. We better|break out the flares...

and get these kids off the bus.

Hey, hey, hey!

You want to sit in here|and hope somebody doesn't...

come along, plowing into us|doing ninety, huh?

All right, Duane...

you clear the bus,|I'll set the flares.

What is that, a flare gun?

You plan on being lost at sea|in this thing?

You making fun of my lockbox?

'Cause everything|in this thing...

has saved my sweet ass|at least once.

Oh, I don't believe it.

All right, bring your coats|and stay in a group.

This is Betty Borman,|out on 226.

We're broke down on east 9...

middle of Kissel County.|Anyone read me?

Want me to help you push it|off the road before I go?

I don't think we can move it.|It's on a bare rim in the back.

If you'd let the highway patrol|know, we'd appreciate it.

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