Leroy:
I know we're all a little grouchy right now. We'll get something to eat, you'll get the pistol and then we'll go our separate ways.
Samantha:
Really separate ways.
Jerry:
Don't start, Sam.
Samantha:
Shut up. I'll start because I have the right...
Jerry:
Why do you do that? Do not tell me to shut up. We had an agreement, remember?
Samantha:
Shut up.
Leroy:
Why don't we all shut up a bit?
Jerry:
I swear to God, I will crash this fucking car right now.
Leroy:
Jerry, don't do that.
Jerry:
I will. One more word out of you. Another word, Sam. One more word. I swear to fucking God.
Samantha:
Naugahyde.
Jerry:
All right.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:05