Dan: Hey. Paul. Thanks for coming on this hunting trip with me. When my friend came down with the flu and couldn't make it, your sister wasn't going to let me go alone. You know, for safety reasons.
Paul: Yeah, well, as you know, I really don't like to hunt. [That's okay!] But I only came because my sister twisted my arm.[Ah, that's okay!] I didn't realize I was marrying into a family of hunters.
Dan: Shh. Quiet. I can see some deer down there, I think. You'll scare the deer away. They have a great sense of hearing and smell, so we have to remain out of sight.
Paul: Well, as you know, I really don't eat much meat . . .
Dan: You don't have to eat it. I'll take care of that. Just get ready. As soon as the sun comes up in a few minutes, you can often see the deer down in that meadow. You see that stream down there. [Yeah. ]We just need to quietly get a little closer.
Paul: Uh, Dan. How about if I just wait here and watch, you know, watch our stuff?
Dan: No, man. We'll have a better chance at bagging a deer if we're together.
Paul: Uh, man, I forgot my ammo back at the truck. What a bummer! I guess I'll just have to sit here and watch.
Dan: Are you crazy? Here. Take these shells and load your rifle. Taken 'em. Take 'em.
Paul: Uh. [cough, cough, cough . .] Hey deer. If you're out there, run!
Dan: What are you doing? Cut it out! There's a huge deer now. Ah, he's mine! Watch this!
Paul: Run, Bambi.
Dan: [Bang, bang, bang.]
What did you do that for?
Paul: Yes, [looking confused . . .] Why are you reloading? They're gone.
Dan: Stand around here for much longer, and you'll see. Any last words?