Dan: Hey. Paul. Thanks for coming on this hunting trip with me. When my friend came down with the flu and couldn’t make it, your sister wasn’t gonna [going to] let me go alone. You know, for safety reasons.
Paul: Yeah, well, as you know, I really don’t like to hunt. [That’s okay!] But I only came because my sister twisted my arm. [Ah, that’s okay!] I didn’t realize I was marrying into a family of hunters.
Dan: Ah. Shh. Quiet. I can see some deer down there, I think. You’ll scare them away. They have a great sense of hearing and smell, so we have to remain out of sight.
Paul: Well, as you know, I really don’t eat much meat . . .
Dan: You don’t have to eat it. I’ll take care of that. Just get ready. As soon as the sun comes up in a few minutes, you can often see the deer down in that meadow. You see that stream down there. [Yeah.] Yeah. We just need to quietly get a little closer.
Paul: Uh, Dan.
Dan: Wha – What?
Paul: How about if I just wait here and watch, you know, watch our stuff?
Dan: What? No, no, man. We’ll have a better chance at bagging a deer if we’re together.
Paul: Uh, man, I forgot my ammo back at the truck. [Wha- What?] What a bummer! I guess I’ll just have to sit here and watch.
Dan: Are you crazy? Here. Take these shells and load your rifle. Taken ’em. Take ’em.
Paul: Uh. [Cough] Hey deer. If you’re out there, run!
Dan: What are you doing? Cut it out! There’s a huge deer in there. Ah, he’s mine! Watch this!
Paul: Run, Bambi.
[Bang, bang, bang.]
Dan:What did you do that for?
Paul: Y- Yes, [Looking confused . . .] Why are you reloading? They’re gone.
Dan: Stand around here much longer, and you’ll see. Any last words?