Killer Joe2011

Chris Smith:
Hi Digger.

Digger Soames:
How ya been, boy?

Chris Smith:
Pretty good, how about yourself?

Digger Soames:
Oh, fair to middling. Blood pressure.

Chris Smith:
You taking medicine?

Digger Soames:
Yeah, all that. No salt, low stress. Course, Amy keeps making that fried chicken. You know I can't resist it.

Chris Smith:
How is Amy?

Digger Soames:
Well, she's all busted up right at the moment. You remember Dumpling, that old bluetick we had?

Chris Smith:
Yeah, sure, Dumpling.

Digger Soames:
Yeah, well, we had to put him to sleep yesterday morning.

Chris Smith:
Oh, no.

Digger Soames:
Yup. Well, you missed yourself a hell of a party a couple of weeks ago.

Chris Smith:
Sorry I missed your birthday.

Digger Soames:
Well, I'm glad you missed my birthday. I just wish you hadn't missed the party. How many people we have out there at the place, G-Man?

G-Man:
A couple hundred.

Digger Soames:
Oh, hell, it wasn't that many.

G-Man:
150 anyway.

Digger Soames:
No sh*t.

Chris Smith:
Sorry I missed it.

Digger Soames:
Yeah, good old party. Lots of barbeque. Hey, G-Man here, he played the accordion. Hey, wasn't that gal out there? The one that's always sniffing around Chris's sh*t here. What the hell's her name? The one with the great big caboose on her.

Chris Smith:
Arlene?

Digger Soames:
Yeah, Arlene! You'd better look out for her, boy. She may be too much woman for you.

Chris Smith:
Well, she'd better stay away from the barbeque or she'll be too much woman to fit through the door.

Digger Soames:
Haha! Damn, you make me laugh. Hey, listen, I'm just gonna have the boys here kick the sh*t out of you. You'd better pay me my money in a couple of days or I'm gonna wrap you up in electrician tape and bury you in a coffin about 10 feet deep. Huh? I'll tell Amy you asked about her. That'll make her smile.

G-Man:
[G-man and Biker Thug advance towards Chris] He really likes you.