Cowboy Bebop Thumbnail Theatre: Episode 6: Sympathy For the Devil
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| Fish: Glub. |
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Spike: This is the spawning of the cage and aquarium... OH GOD MY EYE!! NO!! |
| Fish: Heh-heh, suckerrrr! Glub. |
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Spike: Whoosh. What an awful dream. I was in this smoke-choked blues bar, and there was this little kid playing a Hohner Special 9 like there was no... |
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Wen: Heya. |
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Spike: I just can't win, can I. |
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Faye: What?! The fridge is empty?! Aww, come on, it's not like I'm living with a couple of nearly-impoverished bachelors. Oh, wait... |
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Ein: Might I remind you that YOU'RE the one who keeps drinking the orange juice straight from the carton? |
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Faye: Oh hush. I need nutrition to maintain my bodacious bod. Hmmm... dog food. That's got amino acids in it, right? |
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Ein: Oh, HONESTLY!! |
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Faye: *belch* |
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Jet: Man, that diet has done wonders for John Popper. He looks worlds younger! |
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Spike: Bounty head at three-o-clock. Let's bag 'im. |
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Fatty: NONE SHALL PASS. |
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Jet: Oh criminey. |
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Fatty: Long time no see, Jet. What say we exchange vulgarities and you bribe info out of me with petits-fours? |
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Jet: Sheesh. Again with the petits-fours. |
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Giraffe: Don't mind me, I'm just 3 million woolongs slippin' out the back door, do de do de do... |
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Spike: Don't mind me, I'm just a bounty hunter following you to a hotel... |
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Giraffe: Zebra! As a fellow member of the Brotherhood of Side Characters With Ridiculous Safari-Themed Names, I demand you hand the boy over! |
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Zebra: I'm mute and stuck in a wheelchair. Do I look like I can stop ya? |
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Giraffe: Uh... well, no, but... |
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Wen: ...I can! |
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Spike: I wonder if I looked like that going out the window in last week's episode. Welp, no time to dawdle... *SPLAT* |
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Giraffe: Yeah, catch my falling body with your high-speed metal monocruiser. That's REAL safe. |
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Spike: Don't die on me, man! |
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Giraffe: I came so close to getting caught by you... I warned you about the kid, it seemed the thing to do... and I gave you that ring because I never was cool... |
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Spike: Yeah, great, a ring. Thanks, buddy. Pssh. |
| Cops: 'Scuse us, have you seen some creepy blue-skinned kids running around here? |
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Jet: Hmmm... there's something on this ring. |
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Spike: Like what? |
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Jet: It appears to be some form of Elvish. |
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Spike: Oh, way to go for the obvious joke, Jet. |
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Jet: FINE!! I'm going to go buy pastries for someone who APPRECIATES ME! *runs away sobbing* |
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Fatty: There, there. Wipe your tears. I've got the info you need... if you've got another creme brulee. |
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Faye: This kid was on the front page of the newspaper and you had a hard time getting info on him? Sheesh, Jet, you're hopeless. If only we had some scrawny hacker kid to help us gather info. |
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Jet: Waitaminnit... this newspaper's dated November 5, 1955! That means... |
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Faye: ...that this is one of BBT's least favorite episodes and she's really stretching for pop culture references to sneak in? |
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Jet: Um. |
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Spike: It's okay... come here, little boy! Want some candy? |
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Wen: Zebra said never to talk to strangers! *BLAM BLAM* |
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Spike: Son of a--! |
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Wen: ...except when you're giving them exposition, that is. |
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Exploding Hyperspace Gate: Oops. |
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Wen: Trauma-rama! Guess this means I gotta turn evil. |
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Wen: And there you have it. Gotta go now! *SHOVE* |
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Zebra: ACK! |
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Spike: Don't worry, I gotcha... now let's get you back to the ship so Jet can stick funny devices to your head. |
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Jet: ...and bandage Spike's arm. Man, the yaoi fangirls are going to have a freaking FIELD DAY with this scene. |
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Spike: Oh, stop griping and gaze into my eyes again, you big brute. |
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Zebra: Um, hello, I'm kind of having an important flashback over here... |
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Jet: ...so you're saying the jewel in this ring is the only thing that can stop Wen? |
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Spike: ...and I only have one shot? Geez, I can't decide if this is more "Star Wars" or "Dark Crystal". And here I thought the bad science part was already over. Well, I'm off. |
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Faye: Not before we have an exchange that can become fanfic fodder. |
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Spike: Okay, NOW I'm off. |
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Faye: Well, there goes Spike... and by the way, I absolutely do NOT have a latent crush on him. Nope. Not me. |
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Wen: Fancy meeting you again. *BLAM BLAM* |
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Spike: Oh, I'm just here to de-immortalitize you. And stuff. *BLAM* |
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Wen: Aah, I've found freedom in death! *URRK* |
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Spike: Don't foreshadow like that! It gives me the creeps. |
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