Dialogue: Shoot To Thrill

Wilson

Uh, hey, V. 'Bout to start. You, uh, you gotta take a piss or somethin', now's the time.

V

1AThanks for your concern. Let's start this rodeo.

Wilson

1ACan't just yet. Not till you get in the range. Go on, set up, chop-chop.

1AAll righty, how many we got? Just six? God damn. Welp, no point cryin' about it. Ahem.

1ARules're simple, right? There's the target, shoot it. Don't matter which one, go on an' shoot your neighbor's. Most hits wins. Meanin' hits on the target, not your neighbor.

1AOh, right, uh... small-caliber iron only. Don't go showin' off with your fuckin' assault bangers or no rocket pukers, got me?

1AFirst prize is a pistol. But, um... a real nice one. Fuckin' nice, I'm tellin' ya.

1AAnyway, 'nough words. Gettin' worked up.

1AReady?

1AThree, two... 'Ey, 'ey! The hell's that? The hell you doin' with that double-barrel? Said small caliber only!

Contestant

1AUhhh... Forgot my iron. Must be in my other jacket.

Wilson

1AAn' that's why you keep your gun in a holster! A HOL-STER! Get the fuck outta my sight! Now!

Contestant

1AFuck, choom, chill... I'm goin', I'm goin'...

Wilson

1APearls before swine, for fuck's sake.

1AAll right. Three... two... one...

1AFifteen seconds! Lookin' good, V! Don't fuck it up!

1AAaaah, nothin' like the smell of powder an' hot lead!

1AFifteen seconds! Last chance, V!

1AHalfway there, V! Doin' good!

1AThe hell was that, Lisa? Forget your glasses?!

1AHalfway there, V! Get a grip, for fuck's sake!

1ANice, V! Real nice!

1ALookin' good, Rudy! Go, go, go!

1AThe target, V! Hit the target, not the wall!

1AStop! Everyone, stop! We're done!

1AFirst place – V! Second – Rudy! Rest of ya bush-league punks, learn to shoot! Outta my sight – now!

V

2AThanks, Wilson. Sure is pretty.

Wilson

2AMhm. Yep.

V

3ASee ya 'round, Wilson. Till next time.

3BHey, you OK? Somethin' wrong?

Wilson

3BAin't a damn thing that's right.

3BContest didn't do shit! Didn't sell a goddamn thing! Nothin'!

V

3BShould try not calling potential buyers "bush-league."

Wilson

3BEh, maybe, but... Fuck! Gun's somethin' you gotta respect! You don't know how to shoot, don't do it!

3BArgh... ugh... Take care, V. See ya 'round.

1AFirst place – Rudy! Second – V! Rest of ya bush-league punks, learn to shoot! Get outta my sight!

1AFirst place – Rudy! In second – Lisa! Rest of you hacks are a disgrace! Fer cryin' out loud!

1ASorry, V. Thought you'd cream the competition, but... Guess you're not as sharp as I thought.

V

4AClearly havin' an off day.

Wilson

4AKnow the feelin'. Been havin' a bad day for a decade, now.

V

4BKnow what, Wilson? Kiss my ass.

Wilson

4B'Ey, 'ey, hold the sauce. I look like I'm havin' fun here?

V

1BJust a sec. Be right back.

Wilson Phone

Hey, V! Ya hear me?!

V

Loud and clear, you don't need to yell. What's up?

Wilson Phone

Doin' a little competition. Shootin', prizes and all. Y'know over here, at the range.

V

Uh-huh. That'd make sense.

Wilson Phone

Well? You in?

V

5ASure, I'm in. When?

Wilson Phone

5AWell, uh, right now. We'll wait on ya. See ya.

V

5BSorry, Wilson. Don't shoot for fun.

Wilson Phone

5BI can respect that, V. Well, see ya... See ya 'round.

V

5CDidn't think big parties were your thing.

Wilson Phone

5CYeah, well it ain't a big one, but... Y'know, runnin low on eds. Gotta bring in the clients. Attract 'em an' shit.

V

5CCould try sellin' iron straight from factory. Skip the whole part where you tinker for hours on each little shooter.

Wilson Phone

5CV – my dignity, please.