First Date, The (2017)

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- Hi, my name is Emma.

I am looking for a very

special person in my life.

I've been through it all.

I've been dating for way too long.

I've been with men and women.

Tried that, didn't work out,

so I'm done playing the dating game.

I just want someone who

is going to be the perfect

person for me.

I'm not getting any younger.

I just want happiness, and

loved to have a family.

So I am just giving this another shot,

and I'm hoping that special

person is out there for me

so we can make each other happy

and give each other good lives.

- Tada.

- Wow.

This place is actually nice.

I won't lie, I was

afraid that you might've

brought me here just to

take me to your place.

- Don't worry about it.

Now I know what a big film buff you are.

- Horror film buff.

- Yes, horror film buff.

And I thought you'd like my home theater,

and I've got a great

collection of short films.

- Oh, nice.

Well just so you know, I don't normally

do this on the first date.

But, you know, there's

something about you I trust.

You wouldn't believe the

kind of dates I've been on

through that dating site,

so I appreciate this.

- I'm glad I don't disappoint.

Tell you what, why don't you have a seat,

I'm gonna grab us some popcorn.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

So what do we got up first?

- Oh, I figured to start,

we'll do something a little lighter,

a little g-rated family affair.

- Hm.

Nice.

- Yeah.

- Welcome, boys and girls,

to this week's episode of

Miss Catanic's Reading Room

where you tell you to open a book.

What have you got to lose

other than your soul?

If you're following along at home,

this week we're reading Doll Hands.

And remember, when you hear this tone:

turn the page.

- There was a little girl

named Samantha McKray.

She hated the rules so she ran away.

There was a little doll

named Pretty Miss Beth.

She had pretty blue eyes

and a faint smell of death.

Samantha had no idea where to go,

she just wanted a place

to get out of the snow.

Then she saw a building

that came into view.

It looked really creepy,

but what else could she do?

It had a roof made of wood

and walls make of bricks.

It seemed like a place

where junkies get their fix.

Samantha wanted to take

a quick look around.

Beer cans, condoms and

needles littered the ground.

Just as she was ready to

leave the way she came,

Samantha heard a faint

voice calling her name.

That's when she found her,

that little Miss Beth,

with her pretty blue eyes

and her faint smell of death.

"Please play with me," she said,

"and I'll keep you safe.

"I can be your best friend,

we can live in this place."

They had a tea party

like princesses planned,

ignoring that her cup

was just an old beer can.

They played hide and go seek,

which Samantha always won.

McKray's world had no

rules, now only good fun.

Samantha ran down the

hall and into the light.

The sun on her face

just didn't feel right.

The cement pipes were used by those two

for a wonderful game of peekaboo.

But now Samantha felt

strange; something's wrong.

The poltimous Beth was

a little too strong.

Her skin became pale,

her brain began to hurt.

Was this being caused by

the doll in the skirt?

Samantha thought the only

way to stop feeling sick

was to smash Little Miss

Beth's face with a brick.

Samantha ran away from

home and look what it cost.

She has no rules, but

her soul is now lost.

Now she lives in this place,

surrounded by disrepair.

Her hair is all matted

and her skin is so fair.

She hopes to find a new friend to play,

maybe a nice girl who just ran away.

Maybe it's you, you can go there and see.

Or maybe you will see

her and have to flee.

There was a little girl

named Samantha McKray.

She hated the rules so she ran away.

There was a little doll

named Little Miss Beth.

She had pretty blue eyes

and a faint smell of death.

- Hm?

Wasn't that kind of dark for children?

Do you think that was appropriate?

- Shouldn't children be made aware of

the darkness that's in

the world around them?

You know, maybe if we exposed

them more stuff like this,

it'll prepare them for

what is in store for them.

- Okay, but you're not

teaching them stranger danger,

just say no to drugs.

I mean, what kind of

lesson is practical here?

I mean, how often do you see

someone turn into a doll?

- Think of it more of a cautionary tale,

you know, like the Grimm

Brothers used to do

but with a modern twist.

It's funny how many of our modern fears

stem from childhood issues.

You know, like clowns and dolls.

- You know, I've never

been afraid of clowns.

- You've just never met the right one.

- Hey, dude.

There's a new haunted

house attraction in town.

It's only like 10 bucks

a head. Do you wanna go?

- I don't believe in ghosts, dude.

- Well, you don't have

to believe in ghosts

to enjoy a haunted house.

- Kinda do.

- Yeah, you kinda f*ck' don't.

You're playing a f*ck' game right now

where you're sh**ting a

bunch of f*ck' aliens--

- But I'm not like you

where I think the aliens

are real and gonna come

out of the TV or something,

like all your conspiracy

theories and stuff.

- Oh my God.

Just because it's proven by the government

that chem trails are

real, doesn't f*ck' mean

that aliens are real.

- I do not want to go to

this stupid haunted house.

Oh my God. Whatever, man.

Do you wanna hear something

that's actually scary?

- Sure.

- Alright, so the story goes

is that there's this clown,

his name is Socko, Socko the Clown.

So Socko was born Nathan Sins.

Nathan was bullied in school.

He would go home and his parents would

never notice he's around.

One year they hired a birthday

clown for his birthday,

and since no one else

showed up, the clown was

the only one to spend the birthday with.

From that point, Nathan

knew what he wanted to be.

He was going to be a

party clown and bring joy

to all the children who had

no other joy in their life.

After waiting his entire life,

he finally got his first clown job.

He was Socko.

The parents that hired him didn't realize

that the 12-year-old

child that his friends

were way to old for a birthday clown.

So Socko was best to

entertain these preteens,

and they were having none of it.

And they are throwing things at him

and calling him all kinds

of named like d*uche

and greasy pervert.

And one of the kids yells

out Sucko the Clown.

All the other kids pick up on it.

So the next think you

know, they're chanting

"Sucko, Sucko, Sucko!"

Socko was devastated

by this and walks away

to the other room

where he finds the

parents' liquor cabinet.

He just starts downing

whiskey like it's his job,

and then stumbles into his clown car

and tries to drive home.

On his way home, he crashes

head into a bridge.

When the story hit the

news, the anchors were

unable to keep a straight face,

and the entire incident went viral.

Even the fact that he died in an accident

didn't stop people from making fun of him.

Then on the anniversary of his death,

a teenager was found brutally

m*rder*d in his bathroom.

The teenager's friend said

they were looking in the mirror

and said Sucko the Clown three times.

The next thing they knew, Socko was there

with a knife and k*lled his friend.

To this day, if you look into a mirror

and say Sucko the Clown three times,

he'll show up and take his revenge.

- You do not actually believe that.

- I swear to God. I--

- You believe that if you go in the mirror

and say his name three

times, he'll show up?

- f*ck' yes, dude.

Alright, dude, oh I'll tell you what,

I will get off your back about going,

leaving the house,

putting down your f*ck'

space marine video game bullshit--

- Oh my god.

- And going to the haunted house

if you go and do this with me

right now in your bathroom.

- So if I go in there and

I say his name three times,

and he doesn't show up,

like literally he does not show up,

no lights flickering or any

of that wind-blowing nonsense

like last time, then I don't have to go

to this haunted house?

- Swear, I swear.

- Alright.

- Alright, let's do it.

- So just say Sucko the Clown

in the mirror three times?

- Yeah, dude, if you're not scared.

- It's stupid.

- If it's so stupid, just f*ck' do it.

- I'm not scared either.

Alright, c'mon. Prove it.

- Sucko the Clown...

Sucko the Clown, Sucko the Clown.

Oh God!

- It's Socko.

It's f*ck' Socko.

- That was interesting.

- You know, most people see

the clown as the villain,

but wasn't he really the victim here?

First society, then his parents,

and then the children

he wanted nothing more

than to entertain.

Now he's forced into an

existence where he has to

show up whenever beckoned.

- I guess I didn't see it that way.

Hm. What a tragedy.

Well I don't suppose you

have any horror/love stories.

- I do have a story, I do

have a beautiful story,

about love that can't be stopped.

Marty Love is a loser

Everything goes wrong in his life

His apartment's trashed

He's always about to crash

Nowhere near having a wife

It's vodka and coffee in the morning

Whatever it takes to

get him through the day

He drags his bag out the door

To work another 8 to 4

It's like he's living his life away

Find a note when he

gets back that evening

With a gift he didn't plan on receiving

Someone named Rose knows what he needs

His heart keeps beating as he reads

Sometimes the reason we feel so lonely

In this life is 'cause we haven't found

The other half of our soul now

So give this record a spin around

As the record turns,

the ghost of Rose appears

Swaying to the music like

it's all that she can hear

Each move seduces Marty

like she's melting eyes

She motions to the bedroom

but he doesn't think twice

Marty wakes the next morning

Seizes the day like a different man

His apartment's clean

Feel so pristine

Now that he has Rose who understands

Breakfast is on the table waiting

The windows open, fan in the breeze

His life feels less like reality

And he thinks, oh this is fine with me

'Cause I am finally living the dream

You saw him finally living the dream

Marty heads to work and on his way home

He stops to celebrate this life he owns

Bumps into his friend as she walks in

So they catch up about

how things have been

He things of Rose as he grabs his plate

Feels a little guilty

for making her wait

I hope she won't mind that he'll be late

But Rose got worried

when he didn't show up

So she went out looking,

looking for her love

But when Rose saw them there

She could just fume and stare

How could that b*stard

dare to f*ck this all up

When Marty gets home,

his place is a mess

It's covered in

notes with angry threats

The record is spinning, it's

playing that same old song

He sees Rose crying

like a woman done wrong

Her eyes glare

Her eyes burn

As that record turned

As Marty looks around, he sees the thorn

Of a woman scorned

She's crying, she's

lying, she's trying to

Get him cornered

She feels bad for what she did

Wants to make it up with love to him

But all that Marty can say is no

No, Rose, no

He decides to destroy the record

Let this new life drop

So the maniacal musical madness

Will finally stop

There is peace for a moment

But Rose flies back like a hornet

Menacing, with a knife in the air

Marty runs for his life but

breaks his neck right there

Marty rises from his resting place

To see an old familiar sin

A past life with his Rose

For they

Red wine in cold

As dying together

Seems so much better

Yet dying together

Seems so much better, oh

Living alone

- That was so beautiful.

I mean, they had a love that

even death couldn't stop.

You know, sometimes,

a love can be too strong.

When that happens, it

becomes an obsession.

And that is a special kind of love.

I started coming here

after the accident.

If I couldn't hear the beauty

this world had to offer,

at least I could see it.

I spent my days walking through this park

enjoying the silence.

It took a while getting

used to my sound-proof

cage of deafness.

Months of counseling and recovery

stretched on for what

seemed like an eternity.

Sign language and lip

reading were little comforts

within depression's cruel embrace.

That's when she entered my world.

I noticed her in passing at first.

But soon I started looking forward

to when she'd come in my room.

She was an aide,

helping to change my bandages and linens.

It was because of her that

my eternity became bearable.

I could no longer hear, but

her smile was a symphony.

And her touch would make

a chorus of angels weep.

Sent home, I felt my loss anew.

It was like living in

the depths of the earth.

No sound, no light without her.

The hospital released me,

but my heart would remain forever hers.

She was my savior, my goddess,

and every goddess needs her shrine.

Perhaps one day she will see

it, and she will love me.

I have gone to thank her,

to tell her what she means to me.

I've approached the hospital,

but like a frightened rabbit,

I ran before she saw me.

What kind of weirdo st*lks someone?

I followed her here.

She likes to come here

everyday after work.

It's not stalking if we visit

the same public park, is it?

I've seen her in the

months since coming here,

always from the shadows.

I can't have her spot me yet.

Would she even recognize me, though?

Her kindness radiates through her

like the warmth of the sun.

As she passes, I see men turn and leer,

their filthy intentions

plain on their faces.

She greets them all

with a wave and a smile,

oblivious to their intended cruelty.

She's too pure, a goddess

made into porcelain flesh.

One wrong move and she'll be broken.

I can't let that happen.

She will thank me. She

will be happy with me.

I can treat her the way she needs,

the way she deserves.

That is why I must do this today.

Even now as I follow her, I

feel the darkness receding,

going back into a long-forgotten

portion of my mind.

I have to be careful, take my time,

choose the right moment to grab her.

This might be the opportunity that I need.

The tunnels under this

bridge are pretty secluded.

What is she taking out of the,

oh no, did she see me?

I have to act now.

- I wouldn't consider that love.

He tried to kidnap her.

- He was misguided on how to show it,

but it was still love.

- If you say so.

- It was just, it just

consumed him, is all,

and then so did the

creature in the forest.

You know, many people

think that love is just

a chemical reaction in your brain.

The same chemical reaction that makes you

question everything that

you thought was once life.

Now, I myself think that the loss of love

that was once there is the

most tragic story of all.

- Aw.

- This

is the day I've been

dreaming about, living off the grid

from all the hatred and insanity

that this world seems to have embraced.

The only thing that makes

this day better than my dreams

is that I'm here with

the woman that I love.

Together, we can start

our lives on our terms,

not what was dictated by society.

- Day one.

Scott asked me to keep a journal so we

can document our new lives together.

I think that this is

the best thing for us.

I love how clean everything is out here.

I'll miss the smell of

cheerios that the city had,

but I won't miss having

to fill water pitchers

just to have clean water.

The spring is so crisp and clean here.

Day five.

I'm surprised at how little

I miss about our old lives.

There are times I do miss

our friends and family,

but I'm comforted in knowing that I can go

and visit them whenever I want.

Scott told me that I should wait until

we've been here for a while

before we invite anyone over,

just to make sure we're

acclimating to our new lives.

- Day ten.

We walked our land today.

I can tell Linda misses some

aspects of our old life.

I wish there was more that I could do

to help her forget all

that we left behind.

Our old lives brought us nothing but pain.

I would give anything to make sure

she never feels that pain again.

She needs to realize that I am the only

family she has now.

- Day 23.

I don't understand why Scott is so adamant

about me not visiting my family.

Today he told me the weather

wasn't good for travel.

I know my parents

weren't his biggest fans,

but they came around.

How will they ever make it up to him

if he refuses to see them?

Day 27.

I think this isolation is getting to me.

Last night when I looked out the window,

I saw something in the wood line.

Some kind of entity out there,

just far enough away that I couldn't tell

exactly what it is.

I would tell Scott but he

seems annoyed with me lately,

and I don't want him thinking I'm crazy.

- Day 27.

I think it is time I told Linda the truth.

I have tried to let her work

it all out on her own time.

I thought by now she would have accepted

that I am all she has left.

She refuses to let go of the past

and embrace what her life is now.

She seems to be getting worse.

Last night, she got spooked by

something outside the window.

I asked her what she saw, but

she told me it was nothing.

- Day 40.

I know now that this was a mistake.

Scott brought me out here,

took me away from my parents,

the only people who loved me.

I have to be strong and

find a way to escape.

I've realized what the entity

was that I saw the other day.

It's clearly Scott's accomplice.

I see that thing every night now

patrolling the area.

It's there to make sure

I can't leave Scott.

That's why, when I told him what I saw,

he told me he didn't see anything.

I've stopped letting

him know when I see it.

I can't let him know that I know.

Day 45.

I've begun hoarding away food.

Once I think I have enough

supplies to make my escape,

I'll do so.

Scott's watchdog, the

thing out in the woods,

it's been getting braver.

Every time I see it now, it's come closer.

They must have such a

low perception of me.

They think I'm too weak to fight back.

That I'm too stupid to

see what's happening.

- Day 50.

I am worried about Linda.

She has been acting so distant.

I hope she realizes how much I love her

and how all of this is for her.

I found a bag filled with food today

that she had been hiding.

When I asked her about

it, she had a meltdown.

She kept saying something

about me and my friend.

I think she's had a break.

Maybe it's time I told her the truth.

It has to be better than this.

- Day 52.

It's becoming more and more difficult

to act like everything's okay,

to go about such mundane,

day-to-day routines.

I think Scott knows I plan on escaping.

He won't be able to stop me.

I need to escape.

It has to happen. I

can't take this anymore.

Day 55.

Scott found my escape bag.

He's now getting so

desperate to keep me here.

He told me that my parents are dead,

that they died in an accident.

I told him I'm not stupid.

I would remember that.

He said it was a mental breakdown.

According to him, my doctor told him

that moving out here would help me.

That he should let me work it out myself.

I am not crazy. He wants

me to doubt myself.

I will not be controlled. Tonight I leave.

His friend is getting too

close, it's tonight or never.

- Agent Bidwater,

government.

The experiment was a success.

Adding the agent to the water supply

increased paranoia in the residents

turning them against each other.

I was able to attain all

the information necessary

to begin using the agent

against foreign governments.

A cleanup team has been dispatched

to round up the female

and destroy all evidence.

When we win the w*r,

they will be the first unsung heroes,

like the first monkeys shot into space.

They will usher in a new era.

- That is so sad.

They thought they could

escape the world and run away

and be in love.

You know what, I don't think I can watch

anymore love stories.

- Okay. We could switch gears.

How about a classic superhero tale?

Hey, have you ever

heard of Johnny Justice?

- No. Who's that?

- He was my favorite superhero

when I was growing up.

Yeah, I had a huge collection

of his memorabilia.

And this is my favorite

episode of the show.

- There

he is, Johnny Justice.

Saving the world, protecting puppies,

helping innocent babies,

all so he can sign a few autographs.

Well now it's time to help

me out, Johnny Justice,

you arrogant son of a b*tch.

You're gonna help me home,

and I don't think you're gonna like

what it takes for me to

go home, are ya, Johnny?

- Remember, ladies, you can

take justice in your own hands.

- Last we

left our valiant hero,

he was in the clutches of the foul fiend,

Doctor Devastation.

How will our helpless hero

escape this perilous predicament?

- You will not get away with

this, Doctor Devastation.

We both know how this will end.

- My name is Kevin.

- What?

- My name is Kevin.

You know, I saved you for last

because you retired and I didn't

think I'd have to k*ll you.

But obviously I need to

k*ll you to make it stop.

- You don't win this, Devastation.

I am the, what the f*ck!

I'm the hero, I'm

supposed to win, not you!

- I need you to listen, I

need you to focus on my words,

'cause I'm not a bad guy.

I just, this is not my fault.

What I do, I do because I have to.

My name's Kevin, Kevin Wallace.

You know, I'm not from this world.

The world I'm from, heroes and villains,

they're not real, they're TV shows.

I grew up watching the

Johnny Justice Power Hour.

Hell, one year, I was you for Halloween.

I lived in a world where I was a doctor.

I had a wife and a

child, and then one day,

I wake up and I'm here.

I can hear narrators speaking about every

little mundane thing that you do.

I can see the cameras and the lights

that you guys are oblivious to.

You live in your life

of blissful ignorance,

and I'm being driven insane.

And then one day, the voice talks to me,

and he tells me all I

have to do to go home

is k*ll every one of you heroes.

You're the last one, Johnny.

You're my ticket home.

- Will Johnny

escape this dungeon of doom?

Stay tuned, kids.

We will find out after this

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Alright, I guess, back to your show.

- You don't even notice that, do you?

My life freezes for two minutes at a time

for these f*cking commercials, and you,

you don't even notice.

They were a pain in my world

having to sit through them,

but here, it's worse.

You don't understand the pain,

that's why I have to do this.

That's why I have no

choice but to k*ll you.

- Commercials, voices? What are you crazy?

We have medications here for that.

I don't, I don't understand.

I don't hear any of that.

You don't have to do any of this.

- I do. I do have to do this.

It's the only way.

- I'm

not even a hero anymore.

I retired a long time ago after I defeated

my arch nemesis, The Masturbator.

- No flashbacks!

I don't have the time.

This has to end now.

I'm so tired of hearing the voices.

I'm sick of being the only person

in this miserable planet

that sees past the veil.

- That's all

the time we have this week,

boys and girls.

Tune in next week to see our--

- No!

This ends now!

Finally.

Finally done.

No more narrators, no more voices.

Where is the door?

Where's my way home?

I don't get it. I did everything.

Everything that I was supposed to.

I k*lled all those people for this,

for my way home.

What if, what if I am crazy?

What if it's all in my head?

Is that it? Am I crazy?

Am I just a k*ller?

Am I just a monster?

I'm not crazy, what if,

what if I'm just a k*ller?!

- Wait, wait.

Your work isn't done.

- Yes, it is. He was the last.

- I brought

you into this world.

I saw the potential for violence in you

and needed your help to

end this scourge of heroes.

Yes, he is the last one for now.

But there will be more.

Someone will take their place.

Then you can teach them

the lesson as well.

In the meantime, you can rule this world.

You could be their god, and I your boss.

- No.

I'm done with this. I'm not your pawn.

- Yes, you are.

Make no mistake, you have been

my pawn for a long time now.

All you have to do is sit

back and enjoy the spoils.

- No, this, this ends now.

- It ends when I release you

from your miserable...

Well, f*ck.

- So I'm guessing that was the

final episode of that show?

- Actually, no, this

was an unaired episode.

- Oh.

- I've been lucky enough to

obtain a few rare

editions in my collection.

- Is that so?

- Yeah, as a matter of fact,

this next one is a classic.

- Okay, but when I think of classic,

I think of a bunch of people

stuck in a creepy house.

- Okay.

I think I have something that'll

play to your classic loves.

- Denizen Nefarious.

- Delta

Team has been contracted

out to head to the middle

of nowhere to steal

some weird object.

Normally we would not take

such a weird contract,

but under the circumstances,

the client was very persuasive.

Whatever the object, it was

very important to our client,

but that didn't matter to me.

All I cared about was the number

of zeroes on the contract.

I set off a couple of

hours to case the place

before my partner shows

up to finish the job.

The only information I

was given was the owner

of the house was a weird loner inventor

who, luckily, has not been seen for weeks.

Some people even think he died.

How easy that that?

Steal from a dead guy's barn.

Oh, how wrong we were.

- My

name is Jim Bluefield.

I am heading to meet my

partner, Kim Christmas,

in a middle of nowhere

town to steal some objects

of some sort.

I am leaving early because

normally my partner

would be sending me updates,

but I haven't heard from

her in a long while.

I will go in and lend a hand.

- That felt really familiar.

You know, I had a great time tonight.

I never thought I'd have such a good time

on a first date

coming from a dating website.

Thank you.

I really should get going though.

It's getting late, so--

- Okay, but I have one more

film I want you to watch.

- Okay.

What the hell? What am I watching?

What the f*ck is going on?

Is this some kind of sick f*cking joke?

What is going on?

Why do I feel this way?

- Looks like what I put in the popcorn

is finally kicking in.

You know, they always tell girls that they

should poor their own drinks,

but they never tell them

about things like popcorn.

Well, I guess now you know.

You see, I'm a collector of sorts.

Every film that you watched,

that's a soul that's in my collection.

Each one of them was

obsessed with something.

I mean, maybe it was a record, or science,

or going home, or some little trinket.

Their obsession called to me.

I can hear it.

And that call from their soul,

well that becomes my obsession.

- What does that have to do with me?

- Because you're obsessed too.

You're obsessed with

finding the perfect person.

You go out to all these clubs,

you go on dating sites,

you ask all of your friends to set you up

just to find the perfect person.

Oh, I can hear it.

Even now, you're

obsession cries out to me.

It drowns out everything

else in the world.

But no longer.

Because I am the perfect man for you.

I love you,

even for all your imperfections.

And I never plan to let you go.

Now, just one good night kiss

and I'll send you off

to join my menagerie.

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Oh now, I've seen your face before

Yes, I know who you are

I know what you're looking for

But I best be on my way

But forgive me for wanting to say

You're a stranger

I'm a stranger too

So let's figure this out

We'll be left with no doubt

I'm in need of you

Whoa

Whoa

I ain't even heard you say one word

But I ain't got the time

and I ain't go the nerve

And I could guarantee

If we talk, all I'd hear was me

You're a stranger

I'm a stranger too

So let's figure this out

We'll be left with no doubt

I'm in need of you

Oh now, come with me

Oh now, come with me

We're all brothers and

sisters, workers and lovers

Come with me

Oh now, looking at all I see

Wonder if I miss the marsh

'Cause shouldn't it be so easy

To extend some welcoming arms

Whoa, whoa

You deserve all I see

Whoa, whoa

You and I share the same story

Oh now, come with me

Oh now, come with me

We're all brothers and

sister, workers and lovers

Come with me

You're a stranger

I'm a stranger too

So let's figure this out

We'll be left with no doubt

That I'm in need of you

Oh now, come with me

Oh now, come with me

We're all brothers and

sisters, workers and lovers

Brothers and sisters, workers and lovers

I'm your brother, your my sister

I'm a worker, you're a lover

Come with me

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

- Back a little.

- Back.

- Up, down, there.

- You are good.

- Got that skill crane.

- Alrighty.

- Action.

- That was a terrible kiss.