Cowboy Bebop Thumbnail Theatre: Episode 3: Honky Tonk Women

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	Faye: Hello TV-Land, look upon my hot bod.

Faye: Mind if I light up? Your store with gunfire, I mean.

Faye: Um.

Gordon: I can tell by putting my hand up your shorts that you're a talented gambler. Let's make a deal.

Faye: If I had a nickel for each time I heard *that* line...

Gordon: Find this dorky guy, give him this AMAZINGLY POWERFUL MYSTERIOUS CRYSTAL - I mean, poker chip, and I won't kill you.

Faye: Fair 'nuff.

Jet: ...and then, this guy, he.. and we did some stuff, and then... hee hee... yeah. I'm talkin' jibba jabba. Hey, no smoking in the elevator!

Spike: *GULP*

Jet: EWWWW!

Spike: It's OK, I saw Tom Green do it once. *HORK* *PTOOI*

Jet: Nast. I'm gonna have to go gamble to get that out of my mind.

Spike: Check the hottie at the blackjack table.

Faye: Bingo! OH!! See, I made a funny.

Spike: Well, I'm off. Thanks for the chip.

Faye: ZUH?! NO! You can't leave me!! I'm supposed to get you involved in a mafia scheme!

Fake Spike: SPIKE SPIEGEL! DUDE!! I am, like, your biggest fan.

Spike: Cripes, not another cosplayer.

Fake Spike: Let's do a wacky "What's Up Doc" style mixup. It'll be fun!

Spike: Whuh?

Faye: I want that useless piece of plastic!

Spike: Come and get it. *GULP*

Faye: Nast. Time to make like a thing that leaves and leave.

Spike: Huh?

Spike: *WHONKWHONKWHONK* Y'all suck.

Faye: Deeeeeeyum, shit goin' DOWN! I gotta git my ass outta heah. Hey, what's with the bugs on my windshiel-

Spike & Jet: HEY PRETTY LAAAAAYY-DEEEEEEEE!!

Gordon: Do you know what we do with cosplayers at my casino?

Fake Spike: *URKK*

Gordon: *BLAM*

Jet: Thanks for the ride. Hope you don't mind being locked in the john.

Faye: Handcuffs: accessory of hussy?

Spike: So who are you anyway?

Faye: I'm a gypsy, duh.

Spike: For a hottie, you sure are grouchy.

Jet: What about that poker chip?

Spike: *HORRRK* *PTOOI*

Jet: GROSS2DM@XX.

Spike: I've got more stuff in here than you'd ever find in the couch cushions, baby.

Jet: Check this out! That poker chip's got a microchip in it! It's CHIPS!! Geddit? HAW!!

Punch and Judy: Y'all have 6 million woolongs locked in the WC, by the way.

Jet: Wooo! Secret codes and stuff! This is getting all "Cloak and Dagger!"

Faye: Yeah, whatever. I'm bustin' out.

Ein: I say! TRAITOR!! TRAITOR!!

Gordon: I'd like that chip back.

Jet: Do you even know where that thing's BEEN?!

Spike: You expect us to just hand this goldmine over?

Gordon: No, Mr. Spiegel, I expect you to DIE!! Kill him, Lackey!

Spike: Good thing I perfected my Hiding-Behind-Moving-Parts-of-Spaceships skills! Alley-oop! Now we have the chip and the cash! Toodles!

Faye: I'm gonna steal your money now.

Spike: Uhh, that's cool and stuff, I guess. Bye, grouchy hottie.

Jet: That poker chip is just swimming in bad mojo. Let's use it at the casino.

Spike: Right on.