[Scott and Grey are pushing the car through darkenned city streets] Grey: Is there actually a blessed lady of gas tanks? Scott: Apparently not on this planet. Grey: Is the emergency brake on? Scott: No. Grey: Is it in park? Scott: ... Grey: Do you know where we're going? Scott: So many questions. Grey: Do you? Scott: Yes, we're going to a gas station. Grey: Which is where? Scott: Well look around you. Are you standing on one? Grey: No. Scott: Then it's somewhere else, and that's where we're going. Grey: Okay, well if that's the way we're doing things, I'm gonna take a rest. Scott: I guess you are. Grey: Maybe you should go on ahead and find out where we're going before we expend the energy to get there. Scott: What good would that do us? What if I find out it's like 30 miles away? Would you wanna push this thing that far? Grey: Why don't we leave it here then and come back with a gas can? Scott: I don't like the neighborhood. I don't wanna leave the car here. Grey: I'll stay with it. Scott: I don't think it's safe to leave you here either. Grey: That's so thoughtful. Scott: Honestly, I think the three of us are all much safer together. [Scott turns around to see Savage standing next to him with a gun, lighting up a cigarette] Scott: Of course that's not a fool proof plan... You gonna kill us buddy, or do you just need directions? We're new here ourselves, so we probably can't help you much. Mike: You can give me your wallet smart ass. I promise I'd find that helpful. Scott: Okay. [Scott hands over his wallet] The man with the gun is always right. Is that loaded by the way? Mike: Yes it is. See if your bitch has any too. There's not much in here. Scott: That's not my bitch, chief. I just met her. I can't say I like her much. Mike: I don't really care, man, just get... Never mind, I'll do it. [Savage points his gun at Grey] Mike: Give me any money you got toots. I don't wanna have to shoot you. Grey: Why not? Mike: Because... Um. I don't know. I guess I could. You want that? Grey: Actually, yes I would. [Grey pulls back her hair and leans forward so her forehead touches the gun barrel. Mike reaches around behind her and takes her wallet. Grey acts in shock and then embarassment, and Savage lowers the gun and looks through her wallet] Mike: Well, forget it. I'm not here to serve you. You guys planning to wash dishes for gas or what? Scott: Maybe. Mike: You know, I don't think that's right. You: give me the money that's in there, chick. I see that done an awful lot. [Savage motions his gun toward Grey's chest] Grey: Believe it or not, buddy that's all me. Mike: Hmmm. I guess we'll get to that later. What about you pal? You're wearing a tie. I'm not gonna belive you don't have a lot of money somewhere. Take off your shoes okay? That's always a classic trick. Mike: [While Scott's taking off his shoes] Although that's never really made sense to me. Like the last thing you'd imagine doing when you have control of a situation is strip a girl's shirt off or steal a guy's kicks. [Taking Scott's shoes] It's uncanny how stupid people can be sometimes... [Mike puts his face directly into Scott's shoe and is almost knocked unconscious by foot odor.] Scott: Yeah, I'm constantly amazed. Grey: Hey Scott, I'm ready to get going again. You wanna wrap things up here so we can roll? Mike: [Professionally, searching through Scott's other shoe with his head craned away] Shut your bitch up, man. Tell her we'll be here all night if we have to. Scott: Dude, I don't wanna be here all night. This place gives me a rash. Mike: Look, I have to be here all the time. You think I like it? Scott: I don't know. I didn't think to ask. I don't really care actually, I just... Mike: I fucking hate this place. What do you think I need the money for for Christ's sake? Grey: Drugs? Beer? Mike: Not all of it though. I'm saving up, pal, and one of these days I'm getting out of this shit hole. Get a nice place in the City and work a real job with the guys out there. Get me a professional bitch and smart friends. Not the fucking sluts and crack heads I hang with now. You know, fuck these people and fuck this place. I'm gonna make something of myself one of these days, and I'm gonna come back to put a match to this whole fucking dirty little district. What's this? Scott: It's a listmaker. I use it to schedule things. Mike: Like what? Scott: Oh, you know. Get caught in storm. Hit people with car. Get mugged. I try to make it all look natural, but I really need some kind of structure in my day. Mike: Why isn't it working? Scott: It's off. Mike: Hmmmm. Scott: How much money you think you're gonna need to get out of here, anyway? Mike: I'm saying maybe 3Gs to get me going. I have like 2. Hundred. It could be a while. Especially if I keep ganking shit from the likes of you. What's that watch made out of anyway? Scott: Plastic. Mike: Aw, fuck you guys. Grey: Why don't you get a job, hoser? Seems like you could make more with less risk that way. You could even keep this up on the weekends. Mike: You know what minimum wage is today? Forget that shit. I'd have better luck combing the beach with a metal detector. Scott: So get a metal detector. We really do have to go now, pal. I'm sorry to hear about your life, but we're on kind of a rough schedule. Mike: [Distressed] No. Hey, fuck you man. You're not going anywhere. I'm still the guy with the gun, right? You two wanna get shot or what? Grey: I do. Scott: Look, what else are we gonna do for you? You have our wallets and the last cash we have on earth. You can have my shoes if you want, but I'm noticing your feet are bigger than mine. I think you've already played this little drama out, dude. Go home and get some sleep. There's nothing else we can do to help you. [Savage looks thoughtful] [Savage, Grey, and Scott are in a gas station downtown. Savage lights up a cigarette] Scott: Dude, don't smoke here. Mike: What are you, my mom?