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: sam, amanda, stop alright. we are all in this together now right? Sam
: not me. not anymore. Amanda
: [sam starts leaving, jared goes after her
] sam, sam, sam... Sam
: see ya on the ten o' clock news Jared
: what? Sam
: you heard me. Jared
: come on, sam, come on, what are you doing? Sam
: what is wrong with you?, a week ago you had too much integrity to work for scubabob and now you are working for feaking drug dealers? Jared
: baby... Sam
: i believe in you more than in the prospect of any treasure. Jared
: if we do this, just this one time... and it's over, that's it. Sam
: it's already over.
: no come on, what are you talking about?, sam come on!, sam come on!
: So how long you know this one for? Bryce
: I don't know, about 14 hours now. Picked her up last night at The Mercer Club. Amanda
: Nuh-uh. I picked you up last night. Don't start lyin' already.
: No way, it's Mr. OG Wannabe. Bryce
: What's up, you scruffy little beach rat?
[guys start wrestling
: Okay. I'm gonna throw your ass right now. Watch.
[they end up on the floor
: Go to sleep, go to sleep. Bryce
: Okay, okay. Allright. Jared
: You've been spending way too much time in court. Bryce
: Wait, hold on, hold on. Don't move for a second. Oh, that feels really good. Jared
: You sick-ass.
[they stand up
: What's up? Jared
: Good to see you. Bryce
: Good to see you too, bro. Jared
: How's New York treating you? Bryce
: It's paying me. A lot of bad guys need defending, I defend them. That's what I do. Jared
: That's still a scary thougt. Bryce
: [Looking at Sam
] Oh, my God. Can I get a what-what and a side of french fries, please? Look at that body. It's ridiculous. Holy shit. How much have you missed me? Sam
: Oh, every minute. Bryce
: Oh, my God, it's so tight too. It's like that everywhere, even. It's good to see you, Sam. You know, if we had met first, you and I, things would be a lot different around these parts, you know that. Sam
: Easy cheesy. Jared
: Anyway. Okay, so you must be Lisa? Amanda
: Who's Lisa? Bryce
: Yeah, who the hell is Lisa?
: Amanda. Amanda. Jared
: Amanda. Sam
: Hi, Amanda. I'm Sam. Welcome to the Bahamas. Amanda
: Hi. Nice to meet you you, Sam. Jared
: I'm Jared. Sorry about that.
: I love the Caribbean. Too hot to wear shirts, too hot to wear pants and we're two hot young ladies. Sam
: You dive? Amanda
: Yeah, I can keep up. Jared
: So how long you known this one for? Bryce
: I don't know, about 14 hours now. Picked her up last night at The Mercer... Amanda
: [interupts Bryce
] I picked you up last night. Don't start lying already. Sam
: So you and Bryce. Bryce
: I think I'm in love. Serious. Bryce
: [Looks at Jared
: I'm not serious.
: [about selling the cocaine
] I told you she wouldn't be into it. She's so clean, she squeaks. Sam
: Shut up, you coke whore.
: He is not the guy you wanna pick a fight with. Bryce
: I didn't pick a fight, I didn't pick a fight. Amanda
: Yeah you didn't pick a fight... you just punched the guy.
: How many do you think are down there? Bryce
: Enough bricks to build a house, a multi-million dollar cocaine palace.
: She's so clean, she squeaks. Sam
: Shut up, you coke whore.
: Whatever happened to finders keepers, losers weepers.
: Loose lips, sink ships. Bryce
: That's right, baby. Loose lips do sink ships.
: Don't look at me. I'll stay here and suck on my thumb, while you guys go play Pirates of the Caribbean.