"Don Webb - Beach Scene" - читать интересную книгу автора (Webb Don)

BILL: It's a redfish. Just look at that color. Like catching dawn.

BOB: It's a fighter.

(Bill struggles with the fish.)

BOB: Hope no gull gets it.

BILL: Shut your damn mouth. Here it comes. It's a redfish alright. Help me
with the net.

BOB: It's a pretty one. Remember to get some lemons at Thorn's.

BILL: If my damn daughter would drive down I'd save it for the weekend.

BOB: Think you could pretend with them?

BILL: I already pretend with them. I pretend I like Ralph.

BOB: There she goes. Have another shrimp.

BILL: Told ya that last one was the trick

BOB: What'll you think'll happen now?

BILL: Well, Bob, you may think I'm crazy but I got a strong feeling that I'll
walk that sandy road and then up the stairs to the kitchen and there'll
be a different woman there. Not Mildred. Maybe a Mary or a Mabel.
And she'll be fussin' around the kitchen and actin' like she's been
married to me for years. She'll be in all the pictures in all the dusty
albums and I'll never know for sure.

BOB: You have been renting too many movies.

(Pause)

BILL: It's getting cloudy.
BOB: Thirty per cent chance of rain.

BILL: (Slowly) You have dreams like that?

BOB: Sometimes.

BILL: We're all murderers.

BOB: Bill, you need to drive into Houston and get laid if you can still get it
up.

BILL: Don't talk like that.