Grindhouse Page #4

Come over already.

We're waiting for you.

No. We're not coming over there.

You come over here

like you said you would.

So, is it Shauna and the girls

at the lake house this weekend?

- Shauna?

- Oh, f***. l...

No.

Now, there is one thing

that every girl in the whole world

whose name is Shanna

has in common with each other.

We all hate the name "Shauna,"

and we really hate it

when people call us "Shauna."

Just remember...

it's "Shanna Banana,"

not "Shauna Banauna."

Okay, but at some point in the evening,

I had fuckability stock.

Yeah, I mean, it wasn't bullish, but...

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Okay... Warren's sending over shots,

and you know the house rules.

If he sends over shots,

you gotta do them.

- What?

- Hey, them's the rules, baby.

- Warren says it, we do it!

I love that philosophy!

"Warren says it, we do it."

So let's do it!

What is it?

Hey, shot first, questions later.

Here we go. Post time!

Mmm!

Whoo-hoo!

Now, is that a tasty beverage

or is that a tasty beverage?

What the f*** is it?!

Chartreuse.

The only liquor so good

they named a color after it.

Who's down for dos Chartreuse?

Not me.

I'm going out for a smoke.

Okay, but careful where you keep

that hot flame, all right?

You 'll blow up the joint.

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Drinks.

What can we get you?

Shanna Banana?

Another big-ass

Long Island iced tea.

Bombay Sapphire

and tonic with no ice.

Good boy.

Oh, hey, Punky.

Uh, one of the lights

is off in the parking lot. Flip it.

- Oh! Jesus Christ!

- Whoa-ho!

You scared the f*** out of me,

you shitty a**hole!

I swear, Arlene.

I was not trying to scare you.

I just... got lucky.

Oh, hardee-f***ing-har.

- Let's go inside.

- Wait a minute.

- Why?

- I was thinkin' we could make out.

What, on a porch?

Not even in the bar,

but in front of the entrance?

- Forget it.

- No, in my car.

What, out there?

It's wet as f***ing 'Nam out there.

Not in my car it's not.

Look, you won't get wet.

I promise you.

You know, most guys

wouldn't brag about that.

Ha ha ha.

I mean...

you know what I mean.

Look, I know you guys

are going to Lake L.B.J.

and we can't come.

I wanna make out...

Okay, just stop with the whining.

It's not attractive.

I don't want it super f***ing obvious

to everybody in the bar we've been gone,

- so we'll make out for six minutes, deal?

- Great.

No, no, no.

Deal or no deal?

If you 're gonna whine

when I pull the plug in six minutes,

we could just walk back

inside the f***ing bar right now.

- Deal. No whining.

- And no begging.

And no begging.

When you say "done," it's done.

I'm gonna remember

you said that.

Okay, let's go.

Oh, you got two jobs... kiss good

and make sure my hair don't get wet.

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