The first 164 lines.
- Hey, ya! - Ew!
Can we just turn it down a little bit?
You know that if you're driving,
you can do what you want, bitch.
Hey, oh!
I can't hear myself think.
Babe.
Sorry.
We don't need to listen to your comedy routine
the whole way there, do we?
Takes a lot of practice to be this funny.
Doesn't just happen overnight.
Well, I think you're very funny.
Funny-lookin'.
Oh, why don't you leave the jokes to me, okay?
I don't know.
I think I might be a natural.
It's not like this is a big deal or anything,
it's just like the biggest manager in LA
is gonna be in my show.
I got your back even if I have to listen
to your routine over, and over, and over,
- and over, and-- - Eyes on the road, please.
- Oh. - Yeah.
Thank you.
Oh, cool!
Look, there's a ghost town.
Come on, babe, let's stop. It'll be so--
No, are you kidding? No!
Oh, come on!
Look, I just wanna stretch my legs,
maybe get something to eat, and check my text.
Your boyfriend can wait a few hours
before hearing from you, okay?
We gotta get to LA ASAP, so I can rehearse.
You could rehearse tomorrow.
Kyle.
Okay, off we go.
What the hell happened?
Oh!
Fuck, it's like 300 bucks.
Do you have any service?
What the hell are we gonna do?
There's someone coming.
Oh, babe, come on, you gotta do better than that.
I mean like strut your stuff, show some booty.
Come on. Stick this out.
There you go, yes!
See?
You hang out with me long enough, you become fierce.
Nailin' it.
Wooh!
We are gonna be saved!
Well, that didn't work.
Maybe I need some more sexist tips.
Any other bright ideas, Kyle?
The ghost town.
We can walk to that ghost town.
Surely, someone's gotta have a phone, right?
How far is it?
Said it was like what? 3 miles off the highway.
We should be able to get there before dark.
Great, we won't die after all.
It's not your fault.
Oh, I know.
Okay.
Come on, I'm jokin', I'm jokin'.
Come on, wait.
* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *
* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah!
Sign says, "It's open".
Locked.
Julia, what are you doin'?
- (Grunting) - Oh, come on.
We didn't come all this way for nothin'.
Well, we also didn't come here to be shot either.
- Julia! - Come on, baby.
Looks abandoned to me.
Hello?
Hello.
Hello!
Ow, motherfucker.
Jesus Christ.
Hello?
Damn it.
I don't think there's anyone here.
Alright, well, we're not givin' up yet.
This place is fuckin' strange.
Hey, there's a caravan we can stay in.
It's actually a camper van.
Oh!
Yeah, it's an American thing, you wouldn't get it.
Oh, look, babe, you get yourself a pair of shoes.
Oh, yeah?
Cute.
Or your beard trimmed.
Hmm.
Hello?
- - Need a room.
Desperately.
Julia.
What do you think of the resemblance?
Oh, so handsome.
Treat.
It's like a much younger version of you.
Hmm.
Maybe you're right, Kyle, this place is kind of weird.
Giving me the creeps.
So cool.
- - Ooh! Oh, God!
- What is it? - (Grunting)
D-- d-- don't-- don't-- don't worry.
Just um, just a friendly visitor.
- No worries. - What the hell is it, Kyle?
There's a creature of the slithering kind,
but don't worry, it's fine.
Okay, saddle your horses, we're leavin'.
You know, how I feel about snakes, Kyle.
Okay, alright, so then where to now?
I don't care! Anywhere, but here.
I will strip down to my bra to get us a ride
if I have to, okay?
Julia!
Oh.
- Julia! - Mm-mm.
Julia!
No, we need to get out of this creepy ghost town
before the ghosts come out!
Alright.
Alright, what'd you wanna do?
I think that's someone's house.
I don't wanna go in in there.
Spooky.
Well, it's gonna get dark soon.
So what other option do we have?
Fine.
I like this color.
Hello?
Hi, our-- our car just broke down.
We just wanna know if someone's got a phone
that we can use.
Hello?
What's that smell?
I don't know.
I think it's you, babe.
What's that that you're wearing?
Oh. Hmm, Dior.
Beers.
Babe, so old.
Yeah.
Hmm.
Kyle, just don't.
What is wrong with you?
Babe, come on.
There's no one here.
Julia, there's someone in here.
- - (Gasps)
What do we do?
Sir?
Sir?
I think you're gonna have to do better than that.
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