I came back here to see if I could still talk to you. I didn’t want Schreiber to know.
Well, I’m glad ya did. I can’t take it. I uh, keep thinking about that dead trooper. I keep trying to tell myself that it was an accident, that it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t make it stick.
Look, the guy took a shot atcha, didn’t he? He had it comin’.
Yeah, but I keep seein’ the car down in the water, 40 feet down and him in it. And I don’t even know what he looked like, maybe he had a wife, maybe he had a kid-
-Look, what’s done is done. But uh, that ain’t what I came back to talk to you about. This ain’t gonna be easy for me, kid. But you got another score . . . I lied to you . . .
♣ No . . . No. Trailing to the garage. Schreiber. You lied to me. Stick out. Expected you wouldn’t lie to me. Why would you lie to me? Jeff, I had to. Following me for years. Twenty years. Gunna come after me now. I gotta run too. ♣
I like you, we hit it off fine, now I’m gonna do you the biggest favor of your life. I want you (ka-ching) to get out of here. I want you to get out of here, and fast. Here, stuff it in your pockets. All of it. And then get goin’ and keep on goin’.
Nick woke from a dream and fell into an immediate recount (transcribed by Mike; edited by Jules):
Dude, I had the weirdest dream.
Me and Suresh were on the side of a mountain. He had a calf’s head necklace wrapped around his head. I made fun of him. As I was leaving, Suresh threw the calf’s head into a lake. I went to chase it, but when I got in the water.. it was like a warm-water-vortex.. but it wasn’t really water. It was like a green oily.. goop. And it wasn’t just a vortex, it was an intake valve going somewhere.. into the island maybe..?
I thought I was going to die.. I started kicking and screaming.. I was afraid you guys would hear me but I was actually underwater. I couldn’t make a sound. And I think the haitian may have been there. On a boat.. (dun dun dun . . .)
It comes in this handy-dandy purple-spouted dispenser; simply depress the red bulb and the innards come streaming out. The problem: The liquid is caught in a little plastic measuring container. This has several downsides.
There are no frikkkin”_’[ markings on the side.
After using the measureless measuring cup, it has to be cleaned out.
I’m sure some people leave the thin residue to dry and harden but I could never do it. It must be rinsed to unobstructed friction. The process is overly obfuscated and unsatisfying. Or shall I say was!
O, ho ho dear SUN detergents.. what have we here? That’s right. I timed how long it took to fill the cup. Now I don’t fill the cup. I fill the washing machine (nine mississippi).. Honestly I’m in and out with my detergent in fifteen seconds. BAM sucka!
Now don’t tell anyone, but I learned how to keep time, with the precision of an atom, from Majora’s Mask. Remember the postman who wanted you to time fifteen seconds blind? 15.00″ baby. You can take that to the cleaners.
Harry is sick. The general thought is that he ate something he shouldn’t have. To aid in his recovery process he has been put on a special cleanse: oatmeal + chicken. I feel slightly embarrassed to relate this next bit but… Harry is a bit of a scavenger. He feels that anything which is delivered from a human hand or a counter is worthy of his mouth. Now I don’t know if I’ve told you, but Harry will do anything for a treat… And “treat” carries a very loose definition. Allow me to relate a recent interaction:
Jules: Harry… come! Harry:sliding uncontrollably across the wooden floor, dashes to the kitchen.
Jules:takes a fake bite out of a pen Sit… down… Harry:sits… downs… Jules:moving the pen closer and closer Easy.. easy.. take it! Harry:takes it.. and drops it. realizing at this point that the object is inedible he just stares at Jules (too stunned for words?) Jules: What? Harry:sneeze (Harry uses sneezes to indicate displeasure or disgust). walks away slowly Jules: Oh cmon’ dude, I was just playin’, here we’ll get you a real treat.. Harry:sneeze (from around the corner)
the letter came back three days later: return to sender.. damn.. i guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye.. and can anyone else smell that transmutation? /breathe.
