9 AND A HALF YEARS AGO:
Michael is one the many people standing in line at the North Yankton bank.
Michael: Man.. Where's Dr. Kevorkian when tu need him?
Lady: Well, if I know doctors, he's probably golfing.
Michael: (chuckles) good one.
Lady: Thanks mister.. I got 'more' jokes in tu want?
Michael: Maybe later.
Trevor: (arrives, holding a present box)
Michael: (polite voice to the lady from before) Excuse me for a second.. (suddenly his calm demeanour is changed to an angry one, as he fires a loaded handgun into the air) EVERYONE ON THE FUCKIN FLOOR!
Trevor: (reveals that the present box was REALLY carrying an MP5) THIS IS A ROBBERY!.. (stands closer to Michael) And.. Not a separate robbery we're together.
Guard: tu mean like a couple?
Trevor: No!.. Well, in a way.
Voice: We're being robbed por Johnny and Clyde!
Michael: SHUT UP! (fires más bullets to shut them up).
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Two cops heard the gunfire, and saw Brad run in after being late.
Cop: Uh Banson looks like we got an 64-G in progress.
Cop 2: (confused stare).
Cop: Armed robbery with a gun!
Cop 2: (confused stare)
Cop: (draws picture of a stickman robing another stickman with a pistol) Come on man, tu know this.
Cop 2: Ohh, a shooty-stealy!
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Guard: (reaches for alarm).
Trevor: Don't touch that alarm! (shoots it, ironically triggering it) DAMN IT!
Another guard comes in.
Guard 2: (enters from main door) Ohh I'm so excited, first día as a security guar-
Brad: (panics and shooting guard 2 dead with his AP Pistol).
Guard 2: Crap. (dies).
Brad: (examines the body and begins to panic) Oh shit! Now it's murder man! IT'S MURDER!
Michael: Just rel-
Brad: FUCK THAT! (jumps though the glass window) I WANNA LIVE! (lands on the highway, and gets ran over por a OC Transpo bus).
Michael: SHIT!.. Trevor! Brad is dead!
Trevor: Very funny Michael.
Michael: I'm serious, there's pieces of him everywh-
Trevor: (ignores him and points gun at cashier) GIVE ME THE MONEY!
Cashier: (gives him it).
Trevor: (looks in it but it explodes) AHH! DYE PACK!.. (Trevor tries to get a tissue, but the tissue box is also a dye pack. Enraged, he then hits a bank teller, who turns out to also be a dye pack).
Trevor: Is anyone NOT a dye pack?.. Speak now and I won't shoot.
Guy: I a- (gets shot in the arm). tu sa-
Trevor: I lied.
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LATER:
Trevor: This way to the chopper!
Michael: No!.. Stick to the fuckin plan. Follow me.. (suddenly gets shot por sniper).. (poor actuación skills) AHH! Lights fading, limbs growing cold.. I see a tunnel.. Must. Move. Toward the light.
Trevor: Michael, just hang on.
Michael: (poorly imitating Christopher Walken) Mother?.. Is that you?.. Your little boy.. Is coming home!
Trevor: ... How hard did he hit tu exactly?
Michael: (whispers) Rose-buds.. (pretends to be dead).
Trevor: Michael.. I see tu breathing, cut it ou- (gets shot at).
Trevor: I ain't leaving this spot!
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Trevor ironically is running as far away from the spot as he could.
Michael is one the many people standing in line at the North Yankton bank.
Michael: Man.. Where's Dr. Kevorkian when tu need him?
Lady: Well, if I know doctors, he's probably golfing.
Michael: (chuckles) good one.
Lady: Thanks mister.. I got 'more' jokes in tu want?
Michael: Maybe later.
Trevor: (arrives, holding a present box)
Michael: (polite voice to the lady from before) Excuse me for a second.. (suddenly his calm demeanour is changed to an angry one, as he fires a loaded handgun into the air) EVERYONE ON THE FUCKIN FLOOR!
Trevor: (reveals that the present box was REALLY carrying an MP5) THIS IS A ROBBERY!.. (stands closer to Michael) And.. Not a separate robbery we're together.
Guard: tu mean like a couple?
Trevor: No!.. Well, in a way.
Voice: We're being robbed por Johnny and Clyde!
Michael: SHUT UP! (fires más bullets to shut them up).
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Two cops heard the gunfire, and saw Brad run in after being late.
Cop: Uh Banson looks like we got an 64-G in progress.
Cop 2: (confused stare).
Cop: Armed robbery with a gun!
Cop 2: (confused stare)
Cop: (draws picture of a stickman robing another stickman with a pistol) Come on man, tu know this.
Cop 2: Ohh, a shooty-stealy!
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Guard: (reaches for alarm).
Trevor: Don't touch that alarm! (shoots it, ironically triggering it) DAMN IT!
Another guard comes in.
Guard 2: (enters from main door) Ohh I'm so excited, first día as a security guar-
Brad: (panics and shooting guard 2 dead with his AP Pistol).
Guard 2: Crap. (dies).
Brad: (examines the body and begins to panic) Oh shit! Now it's murder man! IT'S MURDER!
Michael: Just rel-
Brad: FUCK THAT! (jumps though the glass window) I WANNA LIVE! (lands on the highway, and gets ran over por a OC Transpo bus).
Michael: SHIT!.. Trevor! Brad is dead!
Trevor: Very funny Michael.
Michael: I'm serious, there's pieces of him everywh-
Trevor: (ignores him and points gun at cashier) GIVE ME THE MONEY!
Cashier: (gives him it).
Trevor: (looks in it but it explodes) AHH! DYE PACK!.. (Trevor tries to get a tissue, but the tissue box is also a dye pack. Enraged, he then hits a bank teller, who turns out to also be a dye pack).
Trevor: Is anyone NOT a dye pack?.. Speak now and I won't shoot.
Guy: I a- (gets shot in the arm). tu sa-
Trevor: I lied.
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LATER:
Trevor: This way to the chopper!
Michael: No!.. Stick to the fuckin plan. Follow me.. (suddenly gets shot por sniper).. (poor actuación skills) AHH! Lights fading, limbs growing cold.. I see a tunnel.. Must. Move. Toward the light.
Trevor: Michael, just hang on.
Michael: (poorly imitating Christopher Walken) Mother?.. Is that you?.. Your little boy.. Is coming home!
Trevor: ... How hard did he hit tu exactly?
Michael: (whispers) Rose-buds.. (pretends to be dead).
Trevor: Michael.. I see tu breathing, cut it ou- (gets shot at).
Trevor: I ain't leaving this spot!
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Trevor ironically is running as far away from the spot as he could.
