User:Brerose/DHS

DIRECTOR: Aye, next pic we be doin' will be nam'd "Star Dave"! Are ye readday?

DAVE: {Holding a tequila in one hand and a playboy in another} Y..yeah, I'm.. readddy... {throws up}

DIRECTOR: Arr, this ain't gonna be no good!

DAVE: Wh..wghat did ya say?..

DIRECTOR: I said ye be no good!

DAVE: Listen, do I look like a bitch to you?

DIRECTOR: What?

DAVE: DO I LOOK LIKE A BITCH TO YOU?

DIRECTOR: We' not doin' Pulp Fiction fa a while yet Dave!

DAVE: I'M NOT PLAYING GAMES, ANSWER ME!! DO I LOOK LIKE A BITCH?!

DIRECTOR: ....Nae..

DAVE: THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YA TRYIN' TO SCREW ME LIKE A BITCH THEN?

DIRECTOR: Laddie, ya drunk!! I'm afraid I gottae be docking ya pay!!

DAVE: You can't do this to me!! Do ya know who th' hell I am?!

DIRECTOR: Ye be my actor!

DAVE: I'M THE GODDAMN WALRUS!! {Swigs another round, and then falls back on the floor.}

DIRECTOR: Right... Yeah, I be goin' fa a drink! Anyuun willin' to com?

{The director leaves, along with the rest of the crew}