The Rickert Racket Script Excerpt #2

Here's another excerpt from the script. Just some background: Curt and Sid are idiots.

EXT. CRÈME DE MEL PARKING LOT. MORNING.

THE DUDES park their car. As they get out, SID and CURT, wearing masks, hold them up at gunpoint.

SID
Hey pussies. Get your hands up
and get in the car.

MIKE and JACK get in the backseat of the car. They’re smooshed. It’s a tiny little car, and there’s very little room for the two of them. SID and CURT get in and drive off. CURT ties black cloth bags over MIKE and JACK’s heads and holds the gun in a threatening way.

JACK
No offense, but you guys need a
bigger getaway car. It’s cramped
quarters in here.

CURT
Shut up. It’s all we can afford.

MIKE
No worries. My buddy was just saying.

JACK
Where are you taking us?

SID
To hell, man.

SID turns on the stereo. Iron Maiden’s “Run to the Hills” blares from the speakers.

CURT
This song always gets me so fucking
jacked, dude.

JACK
I was never a huge Maiden fan, myself.

SID slams on the brakes.

SID
What did you just say?

JACK
I was just saying that Iron Maiden
never really did it for me.

SID
Is that so? Well, Mr. Smarty
Fuckin’ Pants, what would you
like to listen to?

JACK
I don’t know. Maybe some Black
Sabbath. That would be pretty
badass abduction music.

MIKE
Ooh yeah, Sabbath.

SID smacks JACK on the head.

SID
No it would not be badass.
Don’t you ever talk smack about
Iron Maiden in my car again!

CURT
It was an oratorical question
anyways.

SID peels out.

CURT (CONT.)
But actually, some Black Sabbath
would be pretty badass, dude.

SID
Shut up, Curt.