[
final lines]
Angela Bridges:
Merry Christmas, Thomas.
Thomas:
Yeah, that way he can go back to his kids and his family, and you can go to your sister's, and I can stay here! In this parking lot! All by myself! 'Cause that's obviously what everybody wants!
[
first lines]
Angela Bridges:
Yes, sir, I redrafted the contracts to include the new stipulations.
Thomas:
Angela, I just wanted to be friends. I'm alone. I'm always alone. Why can't we just spend more time together? Angela?
Angela Bridges:
[
walks away]
Thomas:
Wait. Why? Why? Why can't we be friends? Huh? We can't we just spend Christmas together? Do you hear me, you stupid fucking cunt?
Thomas:
Way to ruin Christmas. Asshole.
Thomas:
What kind of car does he drive?
Angela Bridges:
I don't know.
Thomas:
You don't know? You don't know what kind of car your fiancé drives?
Angela Bridges:
A Toyota.
Thomas:
A Toyota? Now. that is a fast car. He could be here any minute...
Thomas:
That's not very nice dinner talk.
Angela Bridges:
Why are we going down, Tom?
Thomas:
How could you kill a poor, defenseless animal? Angela! You're really starting to piss me off!
Thomas:
[
yelling] Angela? You did fuck him didn't you? LIAR!
Thomas:
I told you,
[
yells]
Thomas:
I'm not gonna hurt you!
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