Showing posts with label dialogue. Show all posts
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Monday, June 13, 2011

thoughtful hillbillies


RICK:
Hey Rick?

DICK:
Yea, Dick?

RICK:
See that sky roll on by? (points)

DICK:
...Oh, my...

RICK:
Don't i-t'almost makes yer wanner... cry?

DICK:
(Sighs) Yea, er die...

RICK:
I mean, don’t-it makes yer wanner ask… why?

DICK:
Don't think(thoughtful)- Nope. Can’t say I’d-wanner even try…

(both take a deep breath in)
(RICK exhales but DICK starts hacking and coughing)
(RICK slaps him on the back)

RICK:
Dick! Wha-happened?! Yer almost choked, why?

DICK:
Oh, Rick (coughs)... I think I swallerd-a fly!
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