Thread:Josh0108/@comment-27414031-20160625153837/@comment-28445106-20160625170519

(Victor is talking over the phone while Lance arrives)

Lance Vance: Hey, Vic. Like the new threads?

Victor Vance: Terrifying. I need to use the phone.

(Jerry Martinez picks up the phone)

Jerry Martinez: Yeah?

Victor Vance: Thanks for the coke, Martinez. Now you know how it feels to get fucked.

Jerry Martinez: Oh, you fucked us both, Vic. That coke you ripped off belonged to the Mendez brothers. I was just the shepherd. Now we're all on their shit list, and the only way off is in a fucking bag. I'm turning states. I'm gonna ruin you, your brother, Mendez, everyone. Happy holidays.

(Jerry Martinez hangs up the phone)

Victor Vance: Lance! You useless degenerate asshole!

Lance Vance: We don't have to worry about a thing. Once we sell the coke, we can pay off the feds and handle anything the Mendez brothers throw at us. Listen, I've got a buyer. Let's go see him.

(Lance and Vic while on their way to the mall)

Lance Vance: My man is filming some... 'Z' list movie over at the mall. They only let him shoot at night, so we'd better get over there, pronto.

(Lance and Victor arrive in the mall.)

Lance Vance: Hey, Spitz! Looking for inspiration? I got all you need.

Spitz: All I need, huh? A stuntman's what I need. We've got to wrap this scene before the mall opens.

Lance Vance: Vic can handle your stunts. Meanwhile, you and I can talk snow business.

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">(After the scenes are finished)

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Lance Vance: I am my brother's keeper. We got the deal. We're made for life! Let's go pick up the yayo.

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">(Vic and Lance both arrive at Lance's apartment)

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Victor Vance: Mom!

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Lance Vance: Mom! Hey, we're rich! Where is she?

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Victor Vance: Ah, never mind, man. Just get the yayo.

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Lance Vance: Yeah, it's in the spare room. Oh, shit!

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Victor Vance: What?

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Lance Vance: It's gone! And Mom's stuff is gone, too.

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Victor Vance: Argh... Mom! Lance!

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Lance Vance: Ain't that a bitch! I can't believe she took our coke!

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Victor Vance: Yeah, so what do we do now, moron?

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Lance Vance: Wait, wait, let me think. I know we can make it right. We'll just, uh... We'll explain things to Mendez brothers, you know?

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Victor Vance: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure in between chopping us up and feeding us to their dogs, they'll be very understanding. Lance, if we get out of this, I'm gonna kill you! Asshole!

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:"DroidSans",sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Lance Vance: Alright.