"Remind me again why I'm here…" Arizona hated any films that involved an abundance of blood and violence.
"Three reasons," the man replied, "one: it's Kill Bill Volume One and Two. Two: you've never seen them. Three: You will probably never see them again so you are watching them right now."
The brunette laughed, leaning over the man and grasping Arizona's hand. "Arizona," she started, "your brother is a jerk for dragging you along. You're more than welcome to take my keys if you want to leave."
"Hey!" he laughed. "You're the one that got excited when you found out this was playing!"
"True," the brunette turned her attention to him. "But I didn't mean for you to hold Arizona hostage for the evening. Seriously," she turned back to Arizona, holding out her keys. "Take them. We can catch a cab or something."
Arizona quickly grabbed the keys before her brother had a chance to snatch them away. "Thank you, Rebecca," she stuck her tongue out at her brother. "At least she knows how to be nice, Tim. You weenie."
"Weenie?" Tim laughed. "Is that your best comeback? God, you need to start hanging out with humans more."
"I do!" Arizona indignantly defended herself. "They are just tiny humans."
"If you added up all of their ages, they wouldn't make twenty-one," Tim leaned back in his seat. "Now, on a more serious note," he looked at Arizona and then at the brunette, "what did I do to end up sitting between two absolutely beautiful women?"
"Whatever," the brunette neatly chomped on a popcorn piece while Arizona rolled her eyes as the theater lights flickered.