Hills Have Eyes Page #5

- [Bob] Amen.

- [All] Amen.

- [Bob] Okay.

- [Lynn] Bye, Doug. Be careful.

- [Doug] See you later.

- See you guys in a few hours.

[Lynn]

Honey? Keep the hat on, okay?

- [Doug] Am I wearing it?

- Don't give me that look.

- Do you see it on my head?

- I love you.

I love you too. Bye.

[Man Grunting, Growling]

[Lynn]

Hi.

- Hi, sweetness. Hello.

- [Cooing]

Who doesn't want

to sleep anymore?

Are you hungry?

Please take your feet

off the table. Honestly.

Just because we're camping

doesn't mean you get to act like a pig.

You know, honey, really...

you shouldn't go

from the breast to the bottle.

At her age, she should

get used to one or the other.

Mom, thanks for the advice,

but she's my baby.

I can't believe that we're stranded

in the middle of nowhere on your anniversary.

- Hmm.

- You know, if we just stayed on the main road...

we'd be in California right now.

What I'd give for a hot shower

and a cold margarita.

- The beach.

- A massage.

- I'll take a real bed.

- Yeah.

- The chronic.

- The what?

Brenda!

[Laughing]

What?

The chronic.

It's pot, Mom.

- [Bobby] Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who smokes pot?

- Yes, exactly.

- Who smokes pot?

- Hey, has anybody seen my red sweatshirt?

You know, the hoodie thing

in the backseat? Brenda?

- Weren't you sleeping on it?

- I haven't touched your smelly sweatshirt, okay?

- [Barking]

- [Brenda] Why are the dogs so excited?

- There's probably some

rattlesnakes somewhere around.

- Ew.

You know how Freud would have interpreted

your obsession with rattlesnakes, Mom?

Bobby!

So bad.

- [Mom] Bobby Carter! Stop that!

- That's gross!

- That's so wrong.

- That was a little gross. I'm sorry.

- I apologize to the entire table.

- [Lynn] Well, thank you.

I'm really glad that

we all came on this trip together.

Ah, well, that makes one of us.

- Where is the, uh, fruit?

- Does anyone need anything?

- No.

- [Barking]

- Hey. Hey. Brenda!

- Wonderful.

- Are you kidding me? Do you know how long-

- Bobby.

- Bobby?

- Sorry.

Bobby, it's dinnertime.

[Groans]

- I'll get him, Mom. Bobby!

- This always happens.

- Bobby, I don't want you going

away from the trailer right now.

- [Chuckles]

Beauty!

Beauty!

[Barking]

Beauty!

- [Beauty Whimpers]

- [Gasps]

[Whimpering Continues]

Beauty!

[Raspy Breathing]

[Crying]

F***!

[Gasps]

[Man Growling]

[Chewing Voraciously]

[Gasps]

[Grunts]

[Laughing]

##[Doug Singing]

[Sighs]

## [Singing Stops]

What the hell?

[Cawing]

[Cawing Continues]

Look at that. Huh.

- [Cawing]

- [Gasps]

[Man Grunting]

Hello?

Hello?

Hey, buddy.

[Sighs]

##[Country]

- [Radio:
Man Singing Country]

- Hello?

- ##[Singing Continues]

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