Bill:
[
indicates gun] What are you gonna do with that?
Walter:
I'm gonna shoot myself.
Bill:
[
unloading gun] That's pretty stupid, Walter.
Walter:
Yeah, I guess I oughta shoot Margaret, huh?
[
Bill pockets the bullets and lays the gun back down.]
Bill:
[
pours a drink] No, you're not gonna shoot anybody.
Walter:
Maybe I oughta shoot you.
Emily:
I want you to tell me if there's a future for me and you.
Bill:
A future, huh?
Emily:
Yes.
Bill:
How can I answer that?
Emily:
Yes or no.
Bill:
I can't see the future.
Emily:
[
annoyed] You don't *need* to see it if you know it's there.
Trish:
You are with a different girl every time I see you.
Bill:
So? I'm lucky.
Trish:
You're not lucky, Bill. You're loose.
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