he said there was no reason i had to stay a teller and that if i did good work and didn't mess up, i could become an assistant manager within three years. can you believe that?
that sounds like bullshit! i could be an assistant manager at the lake arrowhead casino for knowing the fuckin' alphabet to g! i'll be twenty in three months.
here!
hey!
i'm calling them.  it's ringing!
hello? yes, we're at the united --
oh no! oh fucking no!
jesus, it took all that? all those bullets? how can we possibly fight off the others?
oh.  my.  god.
how can you be so sure? you said yourself this started a day ago.
i still don't get it.
he's out cold.
i can't get anybody. i don't even know if i have a signal anymore.
where?
what happened?
how does it feel?
you still have one left.
it serves you right for cheating.
i figure it's karma. you wronged me and you wronged your wife, so this is karma biting you on the ass, or in your case.  in the eye.
it could be worse, you could be dead. then again, the climax is upon us.
i wouldn't fuck you for practice.
do something!
what the fuck are you doing?!
you're killing her!
stop it! stop it! stop it!
you got her? you got her!
we have to run --