I mean it – answer me!
A late woman, with something on her face.
You might want something else, the woman says.
Ernie’s vs Ferdy’s.
The blonde’s already got their order going.
Look, you’re gonna have to help her out with this one.
Oh, I’ve got it now.
How do you work this thing?
Can’t you see? the woman says.
Now, there you are.
I’m just about ready.
Don’t believe their lies.
I had it a minute ago.
Wearing a stranger’s clothes…
I wonder if it’s here.
I’m ready.
(Don’t) be careful with my face.
Love is death and a kiss is a strike… but soon you’ll realize you’ve got the wrong person.
The blonde really has you now, don’t they?
Bargaining with the blonde.
What do you want?
Then the blonde goes in for the kill… and really gets their face mussed this time.
OUT OF ORDER, but such a specific image I feel it does merit inclusion: Dragging feet up/down a set of rough wooden stairs.
The car pulls up.
The blonde’s silent monologue asks “what have I done?”
I’m going to pretend I don’t know what’s going on, and maybe you’ll slip up.
Yeah, well – two can play at silly buggers.
What the hell’s actually going on, here?
One final thing I have to do.
I contributed to the past situation that brought us both here.
The blonde’s got an important question.
It’s all about the horrors of your past.
Two very important names; one way more formal-sounding than the other.
And we’re both going to gain from it.
Over there is where the action happened.
You lose me/use me – with an interjection from the other.
What I told the dead person.
Great story. Gets better every time you tell it.
The blonde would really rather not remember what happened.
The man says there was a second chance… but was there, really?