wildyams

In light of the fact that I have nothing interesting to say, here's some snappy dialogue for you:

MR. ORANGE
Oh, god! Oh, shit! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

MR. WHITE
Just hold on, buddy boy!

MR. ORANGE
I'm going to die!

MR. WHITE
Hey!

MR. ORANGE
I'm sorry! I can't believe she killed me, man. Who'd have fucking thought that?

MR. WHITE
Hey! Just cancel that shit right now! You're hurt. You're hurt real fucking bad, but you ain't dying!

MR. ORANGE
I'm going to die! I'm going to d-- oh, shit. All this blood scares the shit out of me, Larry! I'm going to die! I know it!

MR. WHITE
Excuse me. I didn't realize you had a degree in medicine. Uh, are you a doctor? Are you a doctor? Answer me, please. Are you a doctor? Huh?

MR. ORANGE
No, I'm not. I'm not.

MR. WHITE
O.K. So you admit you don't know what you're talking about. So if you're through giving me your amateur opinion, lie back and listen to the news. I'm taking you back to the rendezvous. Joe's going to get you a doctor. The doctor's going to fix you up, and you're going to be OK. Now say it! You're going to be OK. Say it! You're going to be OK! Say the goddamn words. You're going to be OK.!

MR. ORANGE
Oh, god!

MR. WHITE
Say the goddamn fucking words! Say it!

MR. ORANGE
I'm OK, Larry.

MR. WHITE
Correct! Correct.

MR. ORANGE
I'm OK.