American Ultra2015

Mike Howell:
Yo, Phoebe, where are we going?

Phoebe:
We are leaving. We are getting the f*** out of town!

Mike Howell:
No, I can't leave town. You know that.

Phoebe:
Well, you didn't have people trying to kill you before, I was thinking maybe that could motivate us here.

Mike Howell:
Okay, fine, so where do you want to go?

Phoebe:
Oh f***, I don't know!

Mike Howell:
Alright listen. We'll take my car and we'll go to Rose's house, okay?

Phoebe:
What? You want to get high right now? Mike?

Mike Howell:
No! I don't want to get high. Rose has like guns and sh*t, okay. He can help us hide out and I'm still in handcuff.

Phoebe:
Okay, you are not in any position to be making the plan right now.

Mike Howell:
Really? Well, who is? The cops are all dead.

Phoebe:
The guy in the thing. In the cell thing, doesn't see the gun, You don't point at it and go, gun!

Mike Howell:
Okay, no I recognize that now as, like, a faux pas. I'm sorry.

Phoebe:
And if someone who's trying to kill you goes "wait!" You don't go, oh what do you want to talk about?

Mike Howell:
Okay! You're right. I'm sorry. Please just don't yell at me, okay?