Violet & Daisy

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What are we gonna do now?

I'll think of something.

- What's funny?

- Russ didn't tell you?

He told me about the job,

but he didn't tell me anything funny.

- He didn't tell you about Pete?

- No, who's Pete?

Well, it seems there's this physician type

character named Pete was all depressed one day.

He felt terrible cause he did some stuff

he just couldn't get over.

- What did he do?

- He slept with five of his patients.

But Pete wasn't the worst

guy in the universe,

because no matter how hard he tried

to forget about it, he couldn't.

The guilt and sense of

unprofessionalism was overwhelming.

But every once in a while

he hear a voice inside

that said:
"Pete, don't worry about it."

You weren't the first licensed practitioner

that sleeps with one of your patients

and you won't be the last.

Besides, you're single.

Let it go.

But then, just when he almost

over the guilt with it all,

another voice would bring

him back down to reality.

And say:
"Oh Pete,

But dude...

You're a Veterinarian."

Vi!

Let's go!

Wha..What are you doing?

- I don't get it.

- Don't get what?

What's so funny about a vegetarian man?

I don't get it.

- You mean the Veterinarian man?

- Yeah, that guy. I don't get it.

He sleeps with his patients.

His patients are probably cats and dogs

and llamas and stuff

Why is that funny?

Back home we've puppy dogs and kitty cats.

I used to nap with all the time.

I think it's sweet.

Actually, don't worry about it partner,

there are plenty of other jokes

in the universe we can share.

Let's just get ready for tonight.

Some well deserved vacation.

- I got a good one for you, Violet.

- Lay it on me!

Oh, damn!

- What?

- I think I forgot it.

Well that's the good thing, Daze.

I'll be here if it comes back to you

Ten, Nine, Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One!

What happened over there?

Well...

I was just thinkin' that,

since how you're 18 and

all and you can be charged

as an adult now, for all felonies.

Kid's meals, ferris wheels...

God knows what else.

I know.

But hey, this should

turn up for one around.

I've invited Boss to our party.

It was swell of you

to invite him.

Hello?

Oh, hey Russ.

Is that Russ calling to

wishes a happy vacation

because if it's not,

he's got a wrong number.

- Oh...

- Jerk...

I don't know.

I've to check with Violet.

- Vi?

- No f***ing way.

- Violet says no.

- Violet says "F*** no".

I thought you said we'd had

some down time ahead.

No, Violet told me you'd pull

something like this!

Oop yea, no kidding

she said you'd do that too.

Up the money and

call it an easy gig.

That's text book, Russ!

What you think we are, stupid?

Yea! Same to you!

- Can you believe him?

- Look it here, Daze.

Barbie Sunday has a new fashion line.

"Be your best in

my new signature dress.

Let them know you mean business

at the Disco or in the boardroom,

with the amazing versatility

of the premiere piece,

in my high end line,

a super stylish couture.

Who's better than you girl?"

Oh man!

- How much is it?

- Around 300 bucks.

- How do you know?

- I know because Stacy Culpepper's got one.

And everybody was talking about it.

Let's get ours.

- We can't.

- Why not?

Because we blew the

money on rent again.

Still, we might still have enough

for just one dress and then maybe...

What?

Again, Vi?

Call Russ back before

he gives the job away.

- We got it.

- What...

He said it was an easy gig, right?

- Yea.

- Up the money too, didn't he?

Yea.

Then what are we waiting for?

That's sh*t!

Hey Russ, it's me Daisy.

I know what we said.

but, we've changed our mind and

we thought... we considered your offer.

And we think, that actually it'd

work out quite well because um...

See, the day that you talked about...

Deeper baby, deeper...

Ow, gross!

You weren't suppose to like it!

Like I've end up better

do with it, Princess.

Are you guys hear about this guy?

Ok so basically, there was this guy

who stole some sh*t from Chet.

- What did this guy take from him?

- A truck full of cologne.

Now this truck contains somethin'

in addition to just cologne.

- Somethin' like what?

- A bag full of money.

The weird part,

is the guy called us up...

and had the stones to taunt us

after he did what he did.

- Stones...

- Or some kind of a death wish.

Cos he all gave us his address.

His name and number,

was clear as day

the whole time he was f***in' with us.

Culpepper lives about

three blocks from this dude.

She's checked him out.

Says he leaves in the morning,

comes back in the afternoon.

When he comes home,

you'll be waiting for him.

And that's that.

The landlord's on our team,

so the door will be open.

- Better be.

- Relax, the door will be open.

And you don't have to worry

about the noise either.

- Why not?

- The building's almost empty.

Switching over the condos or some

kinda gentrificational kind of sh*t.

You sure this guy was

working alone, Russ?

Pretty sure! Landlord said

the guy's a loner.

This happens tomorrow.

- Can you handle it?

- 'Course we can handle it.

You got the specs?

Now we good?

Yeah, we good.

Come on, Daze.

Hey you guys hear about

Barbie Sunday's new dress?

- Yea we know.

- Just checkin'.

Daze!

Yea?

Happy Birthday!

Thanks, Russ.

If you keep an eye on your partner,

you might be around see your next one.

F*** off, Russ!

Ask her about Rose.

I said f*** off, Russ!

Who's Rose?

My old partner.

- I thought I was your only...

- Sorry Daze.

Well, what happened to her?

- She died.

- How?

- Got shot.

- How?

Usual way.

Somebody pointed a gun at her

and pulled the trigger.

- Who?

- It's complicated.

- Well, it all kinda make sense now.

- Why?

You talked about her in

your sleep sometimes.

I do?

Yea.

- Vi?

- Yea, man.

I can't wait until we get the dresses.

Things are gonna change for us after that.

Oh, hell yeah!

- Do we need to chain it up?

- Nah, this will do.

- Cool?

- Cool.

This is really the last time,

I'm gonna say this to you.

Okay? or anything else...

I don't want you to send me

anything anymore, I don't...

I threw out those flowers.

You can't fix it.

And I'm really... done with you.

I don't want talk to you again,

I don't want to hear from you again.

I want you to leave me alone.

Please, okay?

You don't know how to fix this.

You can't fix it.

You, have no clue.

Just... leave me alone.

I don't ever wanna hear from you again.

Wake me up,

when the latch turns.

But what if...

This isn't exactly the residence

of a renegade, Daze.

But...

Just keep a look out while

I go in dream about the dress.

Oh my God!

Is that the guy?

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

- Why didn't he take our guns or...?

- I don't know.

- Should we wake him up or just pop him?

- I don't know Daze.

Hey, girls.

There's stuff in the kitchen

if you're hungry.

- Do you know why we're here?

- Yes, I've been expecting you.

I think there's must be some

sort of misunderstanding.

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