Vacaro:
I saw... no more roads. No more tomorrows. Not much time left.
Jimmy:
[
opening monologue] This road you're on... you put yourself on this road... on this exact night. Who chose this? A man makes his destiny, right? Nothing makes the gods laugh harder.
Vacaro:
One thing is certain... you will be safe until the first snow.
Jimmy:
Do you want to like get some ice cream or something?
Deirdre:
How old are you, 13?
Ed:
[
getting out car] Remember the redhead, the one who was at the end of the bar?
Jimmy:
She's in the trunk?
Jimmy:
Listen, the target, in my mailbox - Lopez may not be the guy
Ed:
Really? Wow, sorry.
Jimmy:
Yeah, I think it's a Valentine from an old buddy, who just got paroled from Creekmore.
Ed:
So you're gonna go down there and fuck with him, like you did Lopez? That worked out really well.
Jimmy:
No, no, he's not gonna know I'm there. It'll be, err, reconnaissance.
Ed:
Reconnaissance? Oh, what are you, a Navy Seal?
Deirdre:
Somebody's casing the joint.
Jimmy:
Nah, it's probably one of those Autodialers. Lowest form of organic life, a Telemarketer.
Jimmy:
I could have been a highway statistic yesterday, and you're giving me shit.
Deirdre:
You drive too fast, and you're always on the stupid phone.
Jimmy:
Oh damn, you look good.
Deirdre:
Jimmy, don't. I'm showing a four bedroom.
Jimmy:
All I said is you look good.
Deirdre:
Yeah well you say that.
Jimmy:
I was thinking, that split second before I almost became road meat...
Deirdre:
Fuck you, don't even joke.
Jimmy:
...How I would miss the smell of your hair. The soft curve of your neck. How I might check out without touching my angel one last time.
Deirdre:
You thought all that in one second?
Jimmy:
Yeah.
[
begins kissing her neck]
Deirdre:
It's amazing, this guy still thinks he's getting laid.
Ed:
Don't snow the snowman.
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