Thumbnail Theatre: Knockin' on Heaven's Door Part 2
As always, Thumbnail Theatre is a concept taken from the vastly wittier Toastyfrog.
This particular theatre won't make much sense unless you've seen the movie, but it does contain spoilers.

Spike: Uuuuh...What a crazy dream. I was on this train, and I got shot, and you were there, and you, and you, and...
Bull: Got news for ya, bud.

Jet: Let's share a Moment, you and I, while the sunrise is spread out across the sky like a patient etherized upon a ...

Spike: ZZZZZZZZZZZ
Jet: No one appreciates me!! ::Runs away sobbing::
Ed: $P!k3 - P3R$0|\| iz B4CK!!!1 3D H4x0Rz M3D!c4L C0rp 4 yuo!!!
Faye: *snort* Hmm? Zzzzhwuh?
Vincent: Hold still, I'm going to show the audience your boobs.
Faye: Cheesecake shot #2. You know, for such a sexually charged moment, it sure looks more like you're preparing to gut a fish.
Vincent: I'm not sure I can think of a rebuttal for that remark. How's about a flashback seq-- Oh! Visitors! Have a little knife in the chest, won't you?
Spike: Rasheed, my man! I been looking all over town for you. And you know what? Despite being all shot up, I can still do this - *PUNCH*
Rasheed: *Cough* That's very interesting, Mr. Spiegel. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to scoot before a few dozen armed soldiers show up and surround us.
Spike: A few doz-who-wha?
KER-CLICK KER-CHACK CHACK CLICK CHK-CHK CLIK!
Spike: Um.
Electra: Fancy meeting you here.
Spike: Hi, Hottie! I'M IN JAIL!! I'M IN JAIL, HOTTIE!
Electra: I have a name, you know.
Jet: Ungrateful dolts. They're out having all the fun while I sit here... alone... just don't mind me, I'll be all right... never mind that I feed you and give you a place to stay... Ohhhhhhh, no-body knoooooooows the troubles I've seeee-
Faye: Well, that sucked. I gotta get back to the ship before Jet gets sulky and starts singing.
Spike: Hey, Electra, you ever play capture the flag?
Electra: Uhh, why?
Spike: JAILBREAK!! WHEE!
Jet: ...No-boooody knoooooows my sorr -
Spike: Yo. We're back. With more presents.
Jet: A giant pot, now IV bags. Are you trying to tell me something, Spike? Because I can think of about three or four VERY WRONG scenarios here.
Faye: Sheesh. Gotta go out in public all flappin' in the breeze.
Spike: Hey Faye! Got a favor to ask. Can you make it rain?
Faye: I'll make it rain on YOUR sorry little- hey, why can't you do it?
Spike: I gotta go be in the coolest scene in this movie.
Faye: Glory hog.
Jet: Yeah, tell me about it.
Spike: Lesseee... showdown with villain... where's a nice dramatic location - ahh! Duh. Big-ass tower in center of booming metropolis. Sounds about right. Not a cathedral, but it'll do. *BLAM*
Vincent: Sheesh! A bullet wound in each hand! What is this, Evangelion?!
Spike: *SOCK* *THWAP* *WHUNK*
Vincent: *WHAP* *CRUNCH* *POW*
Spike: You'll notice that neither of us is kicking the other in the balls.
Vincent: Even bioterrorists have standards. Speaking of which... *CLICK* *BOOM*
Spike: Speaking of standards, or of bio -- oooh, pretty colors...
Vincent: Ha-HA! I have you now!

Spike: And yet, despite being incapacitated and with a gun pointed at my forehead, I am still the coolest, baddest motherfucker on celluloid.
If only I had a light... *flick*
Electra: Vincent! Let's show Spike an ironic and eerie rendition of his near future!
Vincent: Sounds good. *URRK*
Electra: Well, crap.
Faye: Wow. What was that all about?
Jet: It was all about the skinny dude getting the spotlight and the old bald guy getting the shaft, that's what.
Faye: Well, there's always doujinshi.
Jet: ... Oh, dear God help me.


THE END

 

Spike: I'm not dead yet! I feel happeee - Oh hey, a butterfly!