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Now can I get you boys

anything else? Anything at all?

NOAH EVANS:
You, uh, you mind

if I ask you a question.

ZOE:
Shoot.

NOAH EVANS:
Here, sit please.

Just sit. Come on.

ZOE:
I got a lot of tables

I got to get to, so...

NOAH EVANS:

No, I insist. Join us, come on.

Now I was hoping you could,

uh, help me settle something.

When was the last

time you felt alive? I mean

truly one with the world.

ZOE:
Uh, that's not really

what I had in mind.

MASON:
Well, he didn't mean to

startle you none. It's just

my friend and I, we just, we got

to talking and he was suggesting

that people feel most alive when

things is most intense.

What you think?

ZOE:
Like?

NOAH EVANS:
I don't know. Uh, love,

danger, sex. (LAUGH) Maybe death.

I mean you think something like

that could be true?

You think, uh, maybe that's

how you get that feeling back.

ZOE:
Well, yeah like, like when

you fight and then you makeup,

it's always better.

MASON:
Truer words were

never spoken, right.

ZOE:
So who won?

NOAH EVANS:
Well, you did darling.

What did you say your name was again?

ZOE:
Zoe.

NOAH EVANS:
Zoe. Zoe, would

you get my friend here

a piece of pie, please.

MASON:

(WHISPERS) Please?

Ominous Music

VAN MAN:
How you doing, darling?

I'll be glad to wait

with you if you like?

REAGAN:
That's Ok.

You know, keep you company and all.

REAGAN:
That's okay. I'm fine.

VAN MAN:
Whatever you say darling.

Whatever you say.

MASON:
Talk is talk, is talk,

and it's cheap! C'mon Noah,

Lay it on me. Spill! Whatcha make?

NOAH EVANS:
Look, you're my best

friend, but money is money.

That's my secret.

MASON:
In the last quarter.

C'mon Noah, don't be a dick.

NOAH EVANS:
Alright, take

the most you ever made.

MASON:
Okay.

NOAH EVANS:
More than double that.

MASON:
Twelve thirty, no f***ing way.

NOAH EVANS:
Higher.

MASON:
You dog, You dog! Dog, you

dirty dog. Who's your intel?

I know you're using intel to

get those numbers.

NOAH EVANS:

I will never tell my secrets.

MASON:
Oh yeah.

NOAH EVANS:
Even to you.

MASON:
I'll tell you secrets.

NOAH EVANS:
Whoa. Somebody must

be looking out for us today.

Look at that, would you? Sh*t.

Let's go.

MASON:
A 1970 Chevelle.

NOAH EVANS:
1971, Chevelle Super Sport.

MASON:
How we doing ma'am?

REAGAN:
Uh, I'm not really sure.

NOAH EVANS:
Well shoot, why don't

you let us give you a hand.

REAGAN:
Um, I'm fine.

NOAH EVANS:
I wouldn't be so

sure about that, you know.

REAGAN:
What? Are you a

mechanic or something?

NOAH EVANS:
No, but, uh, you

seem to have got yourself

in quite a pickle here. Car

broken down, stranded out in the

middle of nowhere. Shoot, you're

lucky you ran into us.

REAGAN:
No, triple A is on the way.

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