Dialogue: Stadium Love

Party Female1

6th Street! Yeeeeahh!

Party Male2

Shots! Shots! Shots!

Party Female3

Hahahahaha!

Party Male1

To Gunner!

Party Male3

To Gunner!

Voice

Yep, this I get. Brave boys, preem chicks.

The sort you could do battle and a round of shots with.

Fanboy Join

Real preem of them to let us hang out, y'know?

Whoa... maybe we should join up?

Voice

Hahaha! You can't even hold a gun, much less shoot!

Fanboy Join

Shit, I can learn, can't I? It's the heart that counts!

Fanboy2

Just don't get people sometimes. Who'd wanna vote for trash like that?

I mean, even the scopsucker Rhyne said he'd endorse the guy in the next election!

Fanboy1

'Cause this city can't see past the end of its own prick. They don't remember the old days, the old USA. And they're afraid of the new one.

That's why they cling to Holt, for fuck's sake.

Fanboy2

Well, if they elect him, we can kiss unification goodbye. Till the next election – or the one after that.

Fanboy1

Hmph. Long live gonkocracy.

Representative

Who else wants a shot at Holt? I can't hear you!

Any more Second Amendment fans in the house? Huh?

To Gunner!

Competitor1

What, you deaf? Fuckin' scram!

V

1AChill. Just wanted to have a good time. Drink a beer, smoke.

Competitor1

1AThis look like a fuckin' neighborhood picnic to you?

V

1AChoom, you are a little tense. Something wrong? Problems at home?

Competitor1

1AOh, you're a jokester, huh? You lookin' for a good laugh?

Representative

1AYeah, we all wanna good laugh, Walker.

1ASuch a nice day, everyone havin' a good time. Like a little 4th of July. Be a shame to tell Gunner someone fucked it up, y'know?

Competitor1

1AYeah, I know. Fine.

Representative

1AThat's my choom. Go, drink, enjoy yourself. Celebrate that decent score of yours.

V

2AGot some kinda competition goin' on?

Representative

2AYup. Lead-spittin' kind.

V

2AI want in.

Representative

2AShit outta luck. We were about to call it.

V

2AWhat? You scared I'd leave you all in the dust?

Competitor1

2ADo you know who you're fucking talking to? Hm? I been deployed three times! Three! I fought on the front lines!

Representative

2AEasy, Walker. What did I say, huh? We're just here to have a good time. You got somethin' to prove, be our guest. Heh, it'll be fun.

V

3ALet's shoot the shit outta Holt.

Representative

3AJust as I thought. You looked to me like a show-off. Let's see what ya got.

3ATake this revolver. Use it if you want your shots to count. We're testin' skill, not tech here.

3AGo ahead to the first station. We'll start whenever you're ready. Break a leg.

3ANow, this ain't your average shootin' match. You gotta have a good eye... but an even stronger head.

V

3ABecause...?

Representative

3A'Cause we all drink a round before each shot. To Gunner, the new boss in town.

V

3ALike the sound of that. Anything else I should know?

Representative

3AFour stations. You shoot at the targets with Holt's face in the time limit. The more bootlickers you pop, the better.

3AHigh score so far belongs to Walker – forty three points. You beat him... prize is yours.

V

3AEnough talkin'. Let's shoot.

3BAnd the rules of the game?

1AEnjoy your little circle jerk. I'm outta here.

Representative

1AHeh. Don't let us stop ya.

V

1BWhat'd you say?

Competitor1

1BSaid to fuck off. But I see you didn't catch my drift. Yo, Joe!

Competitor2

1BHuh?

Competitor1

1BC'mere. We got a smartass punk here, can't seem to find her way out.

Competitor2

1BOK, here's what's gonna happen. You say "I'm sorry," then you fuckin' delta.

V

1BOr else what?

Competitor2

1BOr else I delta you myself. Right to the bottom of the Del Coronado.

V

4AMy bad.

Competitor2

4AVery good. Now get out before I change my mind.

V

4BSorry, really sorry...

4BBut I'm gonna have to shut this party down.

1CWhatever. I'm out.

Representative

Listen up! Gunner wants you all to have a good time. A good fuckin' time!

So we got a prize for the winner!

Competitor2

Yeeeaahh! Woo-hooooo!

Representative

Well? Who else wants to try their luck?

Competitor1

The hell you want?

V

That a trick question? This is a party, right?

Competitor1

Invitation only. For those who bleed red, white and blue. So fuck off.

Judge3

Down the hatch! To Gunner!

V

5AOoof...

Judge3

5AYou got twelve seconds! Go, go, go!

5AStop! Last station!

Judge4

5AOne more round! Drink!

Competitor4

5AI'ma... I'ma throw up...

V

6AUgh... So warm...

Judge4

6AWhat else would it be in this heat? Shoot! Twelve seconds!

6ATime's up! That's it! Go check your stats!

Representative

6ANow let's see...

6AFirst place. By a landslide. Here... Won it fair and square.

Competitor1

6AThe hell?! Not fuckin' possible!

Representative

6ANot gonna lie, I'm impressed.

6AY'know – 6th Street could use a few more shooters like you. I'm sure Gunner'd like to meet ya. Take you under his wing, probably.

V

7AI'm flattered, really, but... I gotta say no. Not for me.

Representative

7AUnderstood.

7AWe had a little fun today. Drank together.

7ABut I see you on the street later, it won't make no difference. You're either with us, or against us.

V

7AI'll keep that in mind.

Aggressive 6Th

7AWait, I know! I know where I saw you before! You were shooting at us!

Competitor1

7AI told y'all not to trust that little shit!

Representative

7ALook, I dunno why you're here or what you want. But I know what you're gonna get! Zero her!

7AAnd for the winner... With Gunner's congratulations.

Competitor3

7AWoo-hooo! N-U-S-A! N-U-S-A!

Representative

7AAnd now – let's drink! 6th Street! 6th Street!

7AAnd for the winner... With Gunner's congratulations.

Competitor3

7AWoo-hooo! N-U-S-A! N-U-S-A!

Representative

7AAnd now – let's drink! 6th Street! 6th Street!

V

7BGunner can go jump off 'Saka Tower.

Representative

7BYou come on our turf. Crash our party. Drink our booze. And now you wanna insult the host?

7BThis I don't like. How 'bout you, Walker?

Competitor1

7BMe neither. Not one fuckin' bit.

Representative

6ASecond place. Not bad, not bad.

Competitor1

6AWould ya look at that. The punk is good for something.

Representative

6AThird place. Middle of the road.

Competitor2

6ANot bad... For a no-name little punk.

Representative

6AFourth place... out of five. Congrats, you beat Keebler.

Competitor1

6AHahahahah!

Representative

6ALast place. Choom, even Keebler did better.

Competitor1

6AHahahaha!

Civilian Judge

6AThat's it, you're out! In the home stretch, too!

6ADon't forget the line! One toe over and you're gone!

Civilian Judge

5AHey hey, hold it! What, you thought I wouldn't notice?

5A'Ey, toe that line. We don't like cheaters here.

V

8AAackhh...

Judge1

8ATwelve seconds! Go!

8AStop! Time's up! Next station!

Judge2

8AHey, hey! Vodka first! Then you blast Holt a new one!

V

9AUghh... The hell's this? Rubbing alcohol?

Judge2

9AWho cares! Shoot! You got twelve seconds!

Civilian Judge

9AYou cross that line and shoot, you're outta the game!

Judge2

9AAaaand... Stop! Next station!

Civilian Judge

9AWell, bravo, champ! Fun's over for you.

Competitor Scene1

8AI'm tellin' ya, man... The breeze... Whoosh! Th-threw it all off...

8A'Ey! But, but I said, my finger slipped...

Judge2

8AYou had your chance, Rudy.

Competitor Scene1

8ANo fuckin' fair...

Civilian Judge

8AOver the line! Disqualified!

8ANo no no, just don't go past the line when shooting. Automatic disqualification.

Aggressive 6Th

Hey! Hey, you! Where do I know you from, huh?

Civilian Judge

Well, come on! Drink!

Representative

Who you tryin' to impress, girl? You don't got the skills, fine. No need to make a damn fool of yourself, too.