[Heather is attempting to light a cigarette, but when someone offers her a light, she sees it's the Cowboy]
Heather:
Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what do you want?
Cowboy:
You were right, I was a brain-dead redneck asshole. Though I never screwed a sheep or my sister.
Heather:
Why not, couldn't catch 'em?
Cowboy:
Guess I deserve that. I was a jerk. I'm so miserable in high school, I don't think I spoke more than two words the entire time. Just couldn't breathe there, you know, plus I was a really bad stutterer. Listen do you, uh, want to go somewhere quiet? Somewhere we can talk?
Heather:
[surprised at the invite] You...you want to talk to me? [the Cowboy nods] OK cowboy, I don't know what your trip is, but if this is some kind of a sick game.
Cowboy:
What? No!
Heather:
If you fuck with me, in any way, I will rip each and every appendage from your body, starting with your dick. Capice?
Cowboy:
Look, I just wanted to talk.
Heather:
OK what the hell... [they head off] What is your name?
Cowboy:
Clarence.
Heather:
Clarence, I like the name.
Cowboy:
Thank you.
Heather:
Pick up the pace.
