Volcanoes mean death, etc.

Getting a job was supposed to help me think less about death. Ha!

SAUCY [clutching a stuffed animal to her breast]: This is my snake. I love him. And I’ve had him for so many years!
PISTOL: When’d you get him, anyway?
SAUCY: 1984.
PISTOL: Seriously?
SAUCY: [Nods earnestly.] Ask Gracie. She was with me.
PISTOL: Hmpf.
SAUCY: What?
PISTOL: I’m just trying to do the math. If I was [redacted] years old in 1984, then you and Gracie-
SAUCY: HA! I tricked you! We were DEAD in 1984!

Madison Avenue. Walking home from school.
SAUCY: Ms. Whip, where’s the Grand Canyon?
PISTOL: Uh, Arizona?
SAUCY: Oh.
PISTOL: I hope I get to go there someday.
GRACIE [throwing her arms around Pistol]: NO!
PISTOL: Why not?
GRACIE: Because I don’t want you to DIE!
PISTOL: Why in the world would I die?
GRACIE: Because CANYONS mean VOLCANOES and VOLCANOES mean DEATH.
PISTOL: …

Natural History Museum. African animals. Case of gazelles.
PISTOL: Look Baby, aren’t they so beautiful? They’re called gazelles.
BABY: …
PISTOL: Look at their beautiful long horns!
BABY: …
PISTOL: Look at their beautiful sad eyes!
BABY: Pistol?
PISTOL: Yes, Baby?
BABY: Which one gonna kill which one?
PISTOL: …

Central Park. Walking home from the museum.
BABY: We goed the wrong way!
PISTOL: We did not!
SAUCY: OH MY GOD! WE’RE LOST.
PISTOL: We are not!
SAUCY: OH MY GOD! WE’RE GOING TO DIE!
PISTOL: We are not!
BABY: We dead!
SAUCY: Baby’s right. We’re already dead!
PISTOL: …

by Pistol Whip | 23 October 2007 | cute | Comments