Red State Page #2

- No.

Later.

So how are we gonna do this?

How do you mean?

Talkin' about how are you

gonna get under us.

- What are you talking about?

- Me and the lady.

You f***in'...

This is what happens when f***in' parents

block porn sites, man.

They make socially backwards kids.

How about you just pull over

and let me out.

Come on, man. You're being...

Oh, f***!

- You hit it.

- F***.

You f***in' hit it.

Why the f*** are we gettin' out?

It's so f***in' dark out

no one could see us if they were looking.

Holy sh*t! Look at your f***in' car.

Your f***in' car!

- Are you kidding me?

- Holy sh*t, man.

Dude, that's, like, a lot of... damage.

That sucks, man.

Who the f*** parks their car

on the side of the road like that?

You think there's somebody in there?

I don't know, man. Nobody's here.

Why the f*** did you stop?

Oh, f***. You got 'em real good.

- Holy f***!

- F***!

- F***!

- Get in the car! Get in the car!

They ain't following us.

Why in the f*** was that guy

on the side of the road?

Who cares, man?

Let's just keep f***in' going.

- My car's f***ed up, man!

- Well, guess what.

Your car's gonna be f***ed up

when you get home too.

So why don't we just keep going?

We're in Cooper's Dell already.

We'll hate ourselves tomorrow

if we don't do this.

- I'm not gonna hate myself.

- I'm gonna hate not getting that p*ssy...

so let's not take this little

fender-bender as a bad omen, boys.

Let's f***ing do this!

Lasso me some p*ssy!

She lives in a trailer?

You live in a trailer, motherf***er.

I was just askin'. Damn.

You Jarod?

This here is Travis, and that's Billy-Ray.

I bet you boys wanna get up

to the devil's business, don't you?

Well, devil's right in here.

You look lovely.

How 'bout a beer, boys?

Hey, Pete. Can you believe it?

I got sideswiped tonight.

- You get 'em?

- No.

I was parked and they kept movin'.

Why were you parked?

Oh, I was makin' a reservation for Helen,

tomorrow night for our 19th.

I'm thinking about taking Darla

someplace special...

for our fifth next month.

Someplace overseas, you know?

Like maybe Italy.

Soon as I win enough off these doggies.

Well, win enough to do this damn body work

on my car, would ya?

Dumb-ass kids.

How you know they was kids?

I don't know.

They was in some kind of Mom-mobile.

Suppose that's mighty keen

detecting skills there, Sheriff.

Yeah, well...

I'm gonna need you

to go out there and find 'em.

You kiddin' me?

I'm off the clock 10 minutes now.

The only reason I'm still here

is 'cause you're so damn late.

Jesus Christ. Just go out

and find the damn car, will ya?

It's a blue Volvo station wagon.

Geez.

This is nice.

You boys finished your beers yet?

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