Get Out

On The Road

Chris: Come on, I'm a grown man.
Rose: No way.
Chris: You broke my cigarette. Seriously, you just threw it out the window? Just like a dollar. You basically threw a dollar out the window. Great.
Rose: That was a dollar you decided to spend on nicotine.
Chris: Yeah.
Rose: Tobacco.
Chris: Hold on, I gotta call Rod.
Rose: Oh, Rod.
Chris: Don't do that.

(Cell Phone Ringing)
Rod: 'Sup?
Chris: Yo, you at work?
Rod: Yeah, yeah, I'm at work. Look, Chris, tell me this, okay? How can I get in trouble for patting down an old lady? It's standard procedure. Gary just thinks 'cause an elderly bitch is elderly, she can't hijack no motherfucking plane. C, wait, wait, wait. I know you laughin'. I'm serious man the next 9/11 is gonna be on geriatric shit. Straight up.
Chris :(Laughing) Look man, thanks for looking after Sid this weekend. Remember, no human food. He's got IBS.
Rod: Damn, C. Give me some type of credit. Okay, I don't forget shit. You do.
Chris: Yeah, yeah, yeah. All right, all right.
Rod: No I accept your apology. It's all good. How Little Miss Rosie doin'?
Chris: She's good. She's driving.
Rose: Can I talk to him?
Chris: No.
Rose: I'd like to talk to him, please.
Chris: (Sighs) Hold on, hold on.
Rose: Hi, Rod!
Rod: Now, look here. You know you picked the wrong guy, right?
Rose: Yeag, of course I know that. This is all just a ploy to get to you. It's not too late for us.
Chris: Okay, get your own girl. Goddamn.
(Rod laughing)
Rod: She's all mad at you 'cause you never take my advice.
Chris: Like what?
Rod: Like don't go to a white girl's parents' house. What's she doin'? Lickin' your balls or somethin'?
Chris: Yeah, bye!
Rod: (Laughs) You know what I'm sayin' , Chris? Chris. Chri... This motherfucker hung up on me.
Rose: You're jealous.
Chris: I'm not jealous.
Rose: I made you jealous?
Chris: I'm not jealous of Rod.
Rose: (Laughing) It's Rod!
(Tires Screeching) (Both Panting)
Rose: Fuck. Are you okay?
Chris: Yeah, that scared the shit outta me. You?
Rose: Yeah, I'm okay.
Chris: All right.
Rose: Oh, my God. (Sighs) (Sighs) Fuck.
(Deer Groaning)
Chirs: Stay here.
Rose: What? What are you doing?
Chris: I don't know. Well, maybe he's gone, you know?
(Deer Groaning)
Rose: Chris.
(Deer Groaning)
Police Officer/Ryan: So, in the future, the number to call is Animal Control Services.
Rose: Yes. Sorry about that. I was just disoriented.
Police Officer: So you guys coming from the city?
Rose: Yeah, yeah. My parents are from the Lake Pontaco area. We're just heading up there for the weekend.
Police Officer: Hmm. Sir can I see your license, please?
Rose: Wait, why?
Chris: Yeah. I have a state ID.
Rose: No, no, no. He wasn't driving.
Police Officer: I didn't ask who was driving. I asked to see his ID.
Rose: Yeah, why? That doesn't make any sense.
Chris: Here.
Rose: No, no, no. Fuck that.You don't have to give him your ID 'cause you haven't done anything wrong.
Chris: Baby, baby it's okay. Come on.
Police Officer: Any time there is an incident, we have every right to ask...
Rose: That's bullshit.
Police Officer: Ma'am...
Man: (On Radio) Everything all right, Ryan? (Radio Beeps)
Police Officer: Yeah, I'm good. (Chuckles) Get that headlight fixed. And that mirror.
Rose: Thank you, Officer.
(Back in the car |Driving)
Rose: What?
Chris: That was hot.
Rose: Well I'm not letting anyone fuck with my man.
Chris: I see that.
Rose: Okay. We're here.
(Driving into Rose's parents driveway)
Walter: *waves at Chris as they drive by.*
Rose: It's the groundskeeper. Are you ready?
(On the porch of Rose's parents house)
Rose: Hi!
Dean|Rose's dad: My little girl! Come here! How are you? I love you too. I missed you. 
Rose: This is my dad, Dean. This is Chris.
Dean: Call me Mr. Armitage.
Chris: Of course. How you doin'?
Dean: I'm kiddin'! You call me Dean. And you hug me, my man. How are ya?
Chris: I'm good. How are you?
Dean: We're huggers.
Rose's Mom |Missy: Yes.
Rose: This is my mom. This is Chris.
Missy: Hi, welcome.
(Laughing)
Missy: Nice to meet you. Your father gets really excited, but... Anyways, yeah I'm Missy. Yes. Come on in. Please, welcome. Inside.
(Chattering)