Dead Hooker in a Trunk Page #3

do you belong to, exactly?

- Get off my case.

- She's only on your case

because we care about you.

- I can't believe

you called the cops on me.

You are such a f***ing b*tch.

- Well, it looks like

you managed to escape

in your typical Sylvester

and Tweety sort of way.

- You're not as smart

as you f***ing think you are,

you f***ing geek.

- It was the right thing

to do, okay?

I mean, what are you doing?

I don't understand

why you can't see it.

Just because you find a body

and you think

you might be responsible,

you try to bury it?

- What am I supposed to do?

- I wish for once

you'd just listen to me, okay?

This is stupid.

You can't just dump it

and pretend it never happened.

- Well, you can't just

drive around

with a corpse in your car.

F*** it.

I'm gonna dump it.

- Do it.

- No, you're not.

- Get the f*** out of my way.

- Don't worry.

I got this.

- Anyone else?

- No, I'm cool.

Let's just f***ing do it.

- I don't think we should.

Maybe we shouldn't.

- What did you say?

- Um, I'm all for burying her

and stuff like that.

I think it's a good idea.

I really think that

I do like it,

but, um...

it's broad daylight.

So maybe we shouldn't.

- Sh*t.

It is kind of sketchy.

We should probably wait

until it's dark.

- Can we do a pickup?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

- We're going to

pick up drugs now?

- Yeah.

- Why?

- Isn't the trunk full of them?

- I need different.

- Any more f***ing questions?

- No.

- What?

- No.

- Good.

Well, let's go.

- Help her.

- Can you help me?

- F***ing cock punch! Cock punch.

- I'll be just a minute, okay?

- If we have to do this

one more f***ing time,

I'm going to lose

my f***ing mind.

- It's fine.

I'll be right back.

- How is it f***ing fine?

- Don't give me that.

- So you're just going to

leave me in the parking lot

for the rest

of the f***ing night!

Thank you.

Thank you!

- Nice.

- Get out of my f***ing face.

- Is that any way

for a lady to talk?

- Whatever, Liberace.

- Hey.

- I'm just here

for my sh*t, okay?

So don't give me

any of your sh*t.

- I'll get your bags.

- You know, you and I

don't really talk much.

- No, we don't.

- Well, we have a minute.

- Yup.

You look pretty... or...

- Thanks.

- So, like, you...

can't even try

to clean up without me?

- Is your friend

waiting for you?

That little juvie psycho b*tch?

No, wait, wait, wait.

I'm sorry.

I'm just-

I miss you.

- Yeah, well...

I really miss you too, okay?

But I'm not such an a**hole

about it.

- Help me out.

- So are you f***ing anyone?

- What?

No.

- Sorry, I mean, like,

do you have a boyfriend?

- I'm not gay.

- Girlfriend?

- No, I don't.

- Really.

Not even you and my sister?

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