The Final Destination evaluation action
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MILF: Hi, Cheyenne, I'm sorry I'm late. I had a 5:00 with Richard.
Cheyenne: Oh, you didn't get our message? Richard's out today.
MILF: What?
Cheyenne: Someone got killed on his block. Dragged down the street on fire. Isn't that terrible.
MILF: That's awful.
[exhales]
MILF: So my appointment? Is there someone else that can see me?
Cheyenne: [chuckling] Um, its 10 to 6, and we close at 6, so, ha-ha-ha...
MILF: I understand, I know, but the soccer game ran late, and its girls night out tonight first time in months, and I'm so looking forward to this.
[Puts her hands in a funny pleading manner]
MILF: Please. Please. Uhh, look at this.
[Pulls her long hair out]
Cheyenne: You're killing me.
MILF: [laughs and runs to the hairdressing] Thank you. Ah, thank you so much.
[Cheyenne amusingly gives her the finger when she's out of view]
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MILF: [Dee Dee puts barber cape on Samantha she's slightly gags] Excuse me, that's--
[chuckles]
MILF: That is a little-- That's a little tight
[Dee Dee loosens the barber cape]
MILF: Ahem.
Dee Dee: Uhh. Sorry.
MILF: That's okay
[Dee Dee starts pushing the chair up to mirror view]
MILF: So, Dee Dee, thank you for staying late. How long have you been cutting hair?
Dee Dee: [chair is fully high] Long enough.
[chair suddenly falls down Samantha yells]
Dee Dee: Goddamn chair.
[pushes the chair up again]
Dee Dee: I've only told them to fix it like a million times.
[both laugh]