Today's excerpt comes courtesy of Dignan, Anthony, and Bob, the day after they go on the lam. Enjoy, I know I sure did the first time I read it!
EXT. CAR. DAY
Late Afternoon. They're driving on the interstate. Anthony's got a copy of Runner's World magazine.
Anthony: Here's mine right here. See?
Anthony lifts up his foot so Dignan can compare his shoe with the picture.
Dignan: See if mine are in there.
Anthony: (looks at Dignan's shoes) Dignan, those aren't running shoes.
Dignan: Yes, they are.
Anthony: Look at the treads on those.
Dignan: What about them?
Anthony: They obviously weren't designed for racing.
Dignan: Well, those treads stink. You'd blow a knee out racing on those.
Bob: Will you guys shut up? God. It's like having two little kids in the car.
Anthony: Ok, Dad.
Dignan: Really. Ok, Dad. But seriously, Anthony. These are fast shoes.
Anthony: You've never had a pair of fast shoes in your life, Dignan. (to Bob) In fifth grade Dignan used to wear cowboy boots for P.E.
Dignan: That's real cool Anthony. Yeah, I wore boots. My parents wouldn't buy me any $200 running shoes like yours. I wasn't spoiled.
Anthony: Don't call me spoiled, Dignan.
Dignan: You were spoiled rotten.
Bob: Enough. Jesus Christ.