Howard Lancaster:
You got the info?
Os:
You got the camera?
Howard Lancaster:
You first, I want his name.
Os:
Slate.
Howard Lancaster:
Slate?
Os:
Yeah, just one word like 'Madonna'.
Howard Lancaster:
And where do I find this one word, son of a...
Os:
Just let it go.
Howard Lancaster:
Now you listen to me...
Os:
Os.
Howard Lancaster:
What kind of cockamamie name is 'Os'?
Os:
What kind of word is 'cockamamie'?
Howard Lancaster:
Now you listen to me Os, I want that bastard dead!
[Grabs Os and to shock by a burst of energy]
Howard Lancaster:
Ow! What just happened?
Os:
You're beginning to realize the material things are meaningless.
Howard Lancaster:
I am?
Os:
Why don't you take a vacation? Bring the wife. I suggest Tibet.
Howard Lancaster:
No! Look at what he did to me! I want him dead!
Os:
Revenge, bad mojo. It's right up there with greed. Instead of taking things out of Tibet, why not bring stuff in? With your resources you could do a lot of good in this world. Besides, Slate would just kill you.
[pause]
Os:
Give my best to the Dali Lama.
Howard Lancaster:
Huh?
Os:
We had some issues before, but I think he knows where I'm coming from.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:20