TICK (14) and CORT (17) are in a cemetary
TICK Let me use your cell –
TICK I need to call my mother. She’s probably freaking out –
CORT Yeah, mine too. Shit. Sorry, battery’s fucking dead.
TICK What do you want?
CORT Hmmmm. . . what do I want?
TICK I have to go home!
CORT You said you wanted to see the grave –
TICK You’re so full of shit!
CORT Okay, fine! You wanna go home? I’ll take you home! I gotta get us a ride.
CORT I’ll use my cell.
TICK It’s dead.
CORT It’s working fine now.
TICK You’re such an asshole. Take me home.
CORT What’s in it for me? (Puts his arm around her, she pulls away)
TICK People are gonna be looking for me you know –
CORT Here? Doubt it. Listen – hear that? That’s the sound only dead people make –
TICK I’ll get you gas money, I’ll pay whatever you want, I swear –
CORT I don’t want money.
TICK We could go out sometime – if you take me home, we could hook up Friday night –
CORT Cool. But, first, since we’re all alone, now, you gotta to do something for me.
TICK You’re sick. You’re such a sick bastard.
CORT One thing.
TICK What do you want from me?
CORT A picture.
TICK A picture?
CORT On my cell.
CORT Cause I think you’re hot.
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