We're the Millers Page #2
You some type of hero?
Not a hero. He's a dumb kid.
I got an idea. Leave the girl alone.
Just move along. Huh, what do you say?
- "Move along"? David: - Yeah.
What are you,
some kind of cop?
He's not a cop. He's
actually really cool.
- Thanks.
- He's a drug dealer.
- Really?
- Goddamn it, Kenny.
Give me your backpack.
I don't wanna fight.
Well, there's not gonna be a fight.
See, you either give me the backpack...
...or I'm gonna stab you
in the neck and take it.
(WHISTLES)
It's a real Sophie's choice here, huh?
All right.
Okay, backpack it is.
If you wa...
Run, Kenny!
MAN 1:
You're dead meat!Hey, sorry, I dropped my phone. Are
we still going out tonight or what?
F***ing sh*t! Sh*t!
(MAN 2 LAUGHS)
Oh, sh*t.
Sorry. This is f***ing dumb.
(GROANS)
MAN 1:
Whoa-ho-ho, motherf***er.- We got you now.
- Unh!
MAN 1:
Do whatever's in the safe too.MAN 2:
Look at that.David:
It's not even my money. Ifyou take that my boss will kill me.
Kenny:
You okay, David? I can help.I'll call the cops.
No, I'm okay.
(CELL PHONE BUZZING)
David:
Hey!Whoa, what the...! Unh!
MAN:
When Mr. Brad calls, you answer!Get in there!
David:
Please don't tell me wherewe're going. I love surprises.
- All right. Okay.
- Can I help you?
David:
Hi. You orderedtwo black guys.
Oh. Okay. This guy.
Mr. Gurdlinger, please?
I'll tell him you're here.
Can I get you something?
Coffee. Tea. Fresca.
David:
Hmm.You know what, a Fresca
sounds really good.
- You got it. David:
- Appreciate it.
Hold on one second. You guys
want anything? It's on me.
Replenishes electrolytes.
Don't want you cramping up
when you jerk each other off.
Nice meeting you.
Easy.
Easy. Oof!
Okay. I'm gonna hang out
here if that's all right.
Oh, thank you for that.
That's very helpful.
Oh! David Clark.
You're a hard man to find.
Take it easy on the plastic.
Whoa, Brad, what
the f*** is this?
Look, man, I was gonna call you back.
Do not kill me.
- I got robbed, okay. I swear. Brad:
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you...? What...?
Oh, the plastic?
Yeah, the plastic.
I've seen Dexter.
Buddy, I'm putting in a new
skylight, you idiot. Ha, ha.
You should have seen your face just now.
You sh*t a brick.
Well, what am I
supposed to think, man?
You've got these thugs throwing
a bag over my head. Come on.
didn't mean to freak you out.
- It's fine.
- You do know I've killed people though?
Yeah, Brad, I know.
Ha-ha. All right, have a seat.
David:
Whoa, whatthe f*** is that?
What? Oh, my orca? Yeah,
I bought an orca.
(SIGHS)
I make a lot of money.
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