pt.10
(secret warehouse)
Sydney: How did you know I wasn't in any danger? That the hitman really wasn't going to shoot me?
Vaughn: Oh, no. I thought you were dead meat. Your dad was the one who told us not to do anything.
Sydney: Right. (stares at him) Did the lab find out anything from those books I gave you?
Vaughn: (notices books still sitting on table in the warehouse) They haven't figured out anything yet.
Sydney: Really? They've had them for almost a week now.
(they hear a noise)
Vaughn: (pulls out his gun)
Sydney: What is that?
Vaughn: It's a water gun! I kind of lost my real gun.
(at strip club)
Hissan: So, why are you here Jack?
Jack: I have a proposition for you?
Hissan: Is that a new toupee?
Jack: Yeah. You like it?
Hissan: Yeah. It's real sharp lookin. You'll never guess what happened to me last month!
Jack: What?
Hissan: I broke my freakin hip! Can you believe it. My wife and I were trying out that Kamasutra book. It's dangerous stuff man!
(Sydney's apartment)
Will: (in the bathroom with the pin) Hello. My name is Will. I'm about 5'3"..no..I'm 6'2" with buldging muscles. I resemble Brad Pitt. If there's any cute guy out there listening, preferbly in his 20's to mid 30's, give me a call at...
Sydney: (knocking) Will! Who the hell are you talking too!?!
Will: No one! (walks out of bathroom) Hey! What ya working on?
Sydney: Rewriting a school paper. Do you know why porn sites keep downloading on my computer?
Will: (tries to act stunned) Nooo. So why is your teacher making you redo your paper?
Sydney: He said it didn't have soul. So I'm putting lots of soul into it.
Will: (reads her paper aloud) Bank accounts. There's not much to say. Poor people don't have them and rich people have them in Swizterland. (flips paper over) That's it?
pt.11
(CIA room where Hissan is being held)
Vaughn: (enters)
Hissan: What do you want!?!
Vaughn: Dude! Calm down! Chill!
Hissan: Jack Bristow said he had a propisition for me.
Vaughn: Well..I don't know if the CIA are gonna allow a prostitute in here, but I can ask. (starts to leave)
Hissan: No you fool! A propisition. A proposal. A plan.
Vaughn: (has a blank look on his face)
Hissan: Forget it. Why am I here?
Vaughn: Oh! Right! Yeah, I don't know. The CIA never really tells me those sort of things. (beeper goes off) (leaves and then comes back in) You're here because the CIA wants to know where your mistle-toe is located.
Hissan: You mean missiles?
Vaughn: Right. Missiles.
Hissan: I will not tell you until you promise me my family will be brought over safely and protected.
Vaughn: You make me sick! Wanting a prostitute when your already married!
Hissan: I didn't want a prostitute! (sighs) I just want my family. Vaughn: Dude! You should have just brought them here with you!
Hissan: I was beaten over the head with a piece of two by four and flown here while I was unconscious.
Vaughn: You know that blood stain is never gonna come out of that shirt. What is that, silk? (starts to feel his shirt)
Hissan: My pants are made out of cotton. Don't feel them!
(Sydney's apartment. Will and Francie are watching t.v.)
Will: Pretty Woman is the best movie of all time!
Francie: What! Your totally forgetting the classics like Die Hard and anything with Denzel Washington!
Will: I wanted to talk to you about something.
Francie: What?
Will: Well, as we all know your getting married. And on your wedding day you'll need something new, something borrowed, something blue, and som..
Francie: Get to the point!
Will: Well, I thought this could be your something borrowed! (pulls out the flower pin/microphone)
Francie: (starts laughing) You want me to wear that god awful ugly pin on my wedding day!
Will: Don't mock! Besides, it has really cool powers.
Francie: Like what?
Will: You can't find out since you just laughed at it.
Francie: Fine. I don't care. (starts to get up)
Will: (pulls her back down) It's got a microphone inside of it!
Francie: So...?
Will: Isn't it cool! The, like, goverment could be listening to us. Ooohhh. You know I've always wanted to date a politician!
(Sloane's office)
Jack: Here are the cigars you wanted.
Sloane: Ssshhh. I'm trying to watch ER!
Jack: Here are the photos of Hissan, dead.
Sloane: (throws photos on desk) Yeah, whatever. ER has never been the same since George Clooney left.
Jack: Is there anything else I can do for you?
Sloane: I could use some more diet soda. Oh, and some ice cream! Make sure it's low fat though. My thighs are already huge, they couldn't possibly get any bigger.
(secret warehouse)
Sydney: How did you know I wasn't in any danger? That the hitman really wasn't going to shoot me?
Vaughn: Oh, no. I thought you were dead meat. Your dad was the one who told us not to do anything.
Sydney: Right. (stares at him) Did the lab find out anything from those books I gave you?
Vaughn: (notices books still sitting on table in the warehouse) They haven't figured out anything yet.
Sydney: Really? They've had them for almost a week now.
(they hear a noise)
Vaughn: (pulls out his gun)
Sydney: What is that?
Vaughn: It's a water gun! I kind of lost my real gun.
(at strip club)
Hissan: So, why are you here Jack?
Jack: I have a proposition for you?
Hissan: Is that a new toupee?
Jack: Yeah. You like it?
Hissan: Yeah. It's real sharp lookin. You'll never guess what happened to me last month!
Jack: What?
Hissan: I broke my freakin hip! Can you believe it. My wife and I were trying out that Kamasutra book. It's dangerous stuff man!
(Sydney's apartment)
Will: (in the bathroom with the pin) Hello. My name is Will. I'm about 5'3"..no..I'm 6'2" with buldging muscles. I resemble Brad Pitt. If there's any cute guy out there listening, preferbly in his 20's to mid 30's, give me a call at...
Sydney: (knocking) Will! Who the hell are you talking too!?!
Will: No one! (walks out of bathroom) Hey! What ya working on?
Sydney: Rewriting a school paper. Do you know why porn sites keep downloading on my computer?
Will: (tries to act stunned) Nooo. So why is your teacher making you redo your paper?
Sydney: He said it didn't have soul. So I'm putting lots of soul into it.
Will: (reads her paper aloud) Bank accounts. There's not much to say. Poor people don't have them and rich people have them in Swizterland. (flips paper over) That's it?
pt.11
(CIA room where Hissan is being held)
Vaughn: (enters)
Hissan: What do you want!?!
Vaughn: Dude! Calm down! Chill!
Hissan: Jack Bristow said he had a propisition for me.
Vaughn: Well..I don't know if the CIA are gonna allow a prostitute in here, but I can ask. (starts to leave)
Hissan: No you fool! A propisition. A proposal. A plan.
Vaughn: (has a blank look on his face)
Hissan: Forget it. Why am I here?
Vaughn: Oh! Right! Yeah, I don't know. The CIA never really tells me those sort of things. (beeper goes off) (leaves and then comes back in) You're here because the CIA wants to know where your mistle-toe is located.
Hissan: You mean missiles?
Vaughn: Right. Missiles.
Hissan: I will not tell you until you promise me my family will be brought over safely and protected.
Vaughn: You make me sick! Wanting a prostitute when your already married!
Hissan: I didn't want a prostitute! (sighs) I just want my family. Vaughn: Dude! You should have just brought them here with you!
Hissan: I was beaten over the head with a piece of two by four and flown here while I was unconscious.
Vaughn: You know that blood stain is never gonna come out of that shirt. What is that, silk? (starts to feel his shirt)
Hissan: My pants are made out of cotton. Don't feel them!
(Sydney's apartment. Will and Francie are watching t.v.)
Will: Pretty Woman is the best movie of all time!
Francie: What! Your totally forgetting the classics like Die Hard and anything with Denzel Washington!
Will: I wanted to talk to you about something.
Francie: What?
Will: Well, as we all know your getting married. And on your wedding day you'll need something new, something borrowed, something blue, and som..
Francie: Get to the point!
Will: Well, I thought this could be your something borrowed! (pulls out the flower pin/microphone)
Francie: (starts laughing) You want me to wear that god awful ugly pin on my wedding day!
Will: Don't mock! Besides, it has really cool powers.
Francie: Like what?
Will: You can't find out since you just laughed at it.
Francie: Fine. I don't care. (starts to get up)
Will: (pulls her back down) It's got a microphone inside of it!
Francie: So...?
Will: Isn't it cool! The, like, goverment could be listening to us. Ooohhh. You know I've always wanted to date a politician!
(Sloane's office)
Jack: Here are the cigars you wanted.
Sloane: Ssshhh. I'm trying to watch ER!
Jack: Here are the photos of Hissan, dead.
Sloane: (throws photos on desk) Yeah, whatever. ER has never been the same since George Clooney left.
Jack: Is there anything else I can do for you?
Sloane: I could use some more diet soda. Oh, and some ice cream! Make sure it's low fat though. My thighs are already huge, they couldn't possibly get any bigger.
