move away, cupcake. he's got a gun.
you've got a gun, motherfucker. drop it!
why's he sitting in my car? he's crazy, that's why. he probably calls everybody vernon.
shut up. cupcake. please. inside.
i'm going to shoot him. if he doesn't put that gun down.
bullshit. i know a gun when i see one. and that's a gun.
are you crazy!
you all right, cupcake?
what the?
who the hell is that?
woah.
let me get this straight. all that paper that went into the river. that was the only copy?
and you're saying it's some kind of sign? what the fuck's the matter with you?
i'll tell you the problem. you behind the wheel. there's your fucking problem.
hey, pal, you don't start doing crazy eights in the middle of the street none of this happens.
he was trying to steal my car!
yeah, but you gotta know what it's about, right? i mean, if you didn't know what it was about, why were you writing it?
shoot.
as long as it looks like her, i don't care. you know what i'm saying?
no sweat. only do me a favor?
stop calling me vernon.
man, that book of yours must've been one nutty motherfucking ride.