Transcribed from: Comedy CentralCast:
Transcribed by: Timekillla@aol.com
Scott: Gentlemen, in reviewing your present situation we've determined that you have no collateral, no experience running a business, not even a credit rating. Gentlemen, you haven't even been able to produce any identification. I feel it would be inadvisable of the bank to approve a lone at this point.
- Dave- Guy #1
- Kevin- Guy #2
- Scott- Elinor Dickinson
(Dave and Kevin sit across the desk with a mope-y look on their face)
Kevin: You don't like us.
Dave: That's what this is about really.
Kevin: I told ya' it's all a popularity contest.
Scott: Gentlemen i assure you it's nothing personal.
Dave: Nothing personal? You don't like us. That's nothing personal?
Kevin: You'll be sorry when we're dead. Betcha' will.
Dave: Betcha' will.
(They keep mumbling "Betcha' will" back and forth)
Scott: (Covering mouth and making a telephone noise) Hello? Elinor Dickinson.
Dave: She'll be sorry.
Kevin: She'll be sorry.
Dave: I bet she'll be sorry.
Kevin: I bet you're right.
Dave: I bet I am.
(Dave and Kevin walk by a house)
Kevin: This is her house here.
Dave: Are you sure?
Kevin: Hey! Get off my back.
(Dave and Kevin drop from a tree in front of the house, hanging from nooses)
Dave: Are you dead?
Kevin: No. Are you?
Dave: No. (Pauses) Are you sure this is her house?
Dave: What time does the bank close?
Kevin: I don't know everything. Hey! Get off my back again.
Dave: Okay. (Checks his watch)
(Later that night.........)
Dave: I think we made a mistake. I'm cold.
Kevin: What do you expect me to do about it?
Dave: Touchy. Nobody likes us. Not even me.
Kevin: Not even me too.
(Dave starts pushing Kevin, swinging him from the tree)
Kevin: Stop it.
Dave: No you stop it.
Kevin: Stop it. Stop that, play fair.
Dave: I think you should stop it.
Kevin: This isn't helping my neck any.
Dave: You stop.
Kevin: There goes a knee cap.