Dante's Car
Scene Seven: Dante's Car
DANTE: If you have a big expensive Ferrari, why did you need to borrow my car?
RANDAL: I sold it.
DANTE: You sold a Ferrari?
RANDAL: Yeah.
DANTE: Why did you sell it?
RANDAL: Gas and booze and nudie magazine money.
DANTE: Why would you need gas?
RANDAL: Hmm. I really don't know. So Leonardo invited you down to his building?
DANTE: No, I got an appointment with Plug.
RANDAL: Why? What's Plug gonna do?
DANTE: Randal, if I knew I would have told you.
RANDAL: It's ironic, isn't it? The first time in your life you don't buckle like a belt, you get fired.
DANTE: Yep, that's some terrible irony right there.
RANDAL: Remember what I was talking about yesterday?
DANTE: Yeah, the flying car, right?
RANDAL: Well, I looked it up on the Net and there it was.
DANTE: What?
RANDAL: The design for the flying car. Pretty impressive too, if you ask me.
DANTE: You didn't find the flying car on the internet.
RANDAL: Yes I did.
DANTE: Well, if you did, you wouldn't have looked it up. You'd have forgotten about it about three minutes after we had that conversation.
RANDAL: Okay, you've got me. I didn't look it up.
DANTE: Good.
RANDAL: There was an ad for it in a porno site.
DANTE: Oh, come on!
RANDAL: What? There was. It just popped up over Yang Zshung, the most popular female Asian porn star in the history of man, and said: LOOK AT THIS! THE FLYING CAR!
DANTE: Yeah, right.
RANDAL: No, really. And you know what else I found on that site?
DANTE: I don't want to know.
RANDAL: It turns out that Caitlin's ex Sang isn't all that he seems.
DANTE: Huh?
RANDAL: Sang's not an 'Asian design major at all'! He's a porn star!
DANTE: You're kidding.
RANDAL: Nuh-uh!
DANTE: Won't Caitlin be impressed?
RANDAL: I'm betting she knew.
DANTE: But that would mean…
RANDAL: She's still as slutty as ever.
DANTE: Damn!
Scene Seven: Dante's Car
DANTE: If you have a big expensive Ferrari, why did you need to borrow my car?
RANDAL: I sold it.
DANTE: You sold a Ferrari?
RANDAL: Yeah.
DANTE: Why did you sell it?
RANDAL: Gas and booze and nudie magazine money.
DANTE: Why would you need gas?
RANDAL: Hmm. I really don't know. So Leonardo invited you down to his building?
DANTE: No, I got an appointment with Plug.
RANDAL: Why? What's Plug gonna do?
DANTE: Randal, if I knew I would have told you.
RANDAL: It's ironic, isn't it? The first time in your life you don't buckle like a belt, you get fired.
DANTE: Yep, that's some terrible irony right there.
RANDAL: Remember what I was talking about yesterday?
DANTE: Yeah, the flying car, right?
RANDAL: Well, I looked it up on the Net and there it was.
DANTE: What?
RANDAL: The design for the flying car. Pretty impressive too, if you ask me.
DANTE: You didn't find the flying car on the internet.
RANDAL: Yes I did.
DANTE: Well, if you did, you wouldn't have looked it up. You'd have forgotten about it about three minutes after we had that conversation.
RANDAL: Okay, you've got me. I didn't look it up.
DANTE: Good.
RANDAL: There was an ad for it in a porno site.
DANTE: Oh, come on!
RANDAL: What? There was. It just popped up over Yang Zshung, the most popular female Asian porn star in the history of man, and said: LOOK AT THIS! THE FLYING CAR!
DANTE: Yeah, right.
RANDAL: No, really. And you know what else I found on that site?
DANTE: I don't want to know.
RANDAL: It turns out that Caitlin's ex Sang isn't all that he seems.
DANTE: Huh?
RANDAL: Sang's not an 'Asian design major at all'! He's a porn star!
DANTE: You're kidding.
RANDAL: Nuh-uh!
DANTE: Won't Caitlin be impressed?
RANDAL: I'm betting she knew.
DANTE: But that would mean…
RANDAL: She's still as slutty as ever.
DANTE: Damn!