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Max: Please... Please step back.

Frank: You're kidding. Put that down. Come on, girlie. Shoot me. Oh Christ. You're more like Abbot and Costello. Nice piece. I'll consider this interest on your loan. Thanks. You have until Friday to pay me. Or I'll track you down with this interest. Have a good play, kids.

Chloe: You really ___(1)___.

Max: I freaked. I don't like guns.

Chloe: It will be hard to keep Nathan off my ass. My step-shit will have his other guns sealed in an electrified _(2)_ by now.

Max: Sorry Chloe. I've never held a gun on a human being before. Not cool.

Chloe: I know, Max. Really. I'm actually relieved it worked out this way instead...And there are more guns out there. Let's blow. My secret lair didn't feel secret today. At least Frank is gone, he won't fuck with us again. He just wants his money.

 

Chloe: I can't believe you basically gave him my gun. "Here ya go, Frank."

Max: You can't keep getting mad at me. Especially for stupid shit.

Chloe: I'm not mad. It adds up in my mind as people letting me down. And I just liked having that gun, man.

Max: Now you have me to protect you.

Chloe: I'm just glad you were here.

Max: Me too.

Chloe: We haven't __(3)__ this much since we were tweens... and it's like no time has passed. I wish Rachel was here to meet you...

Max: Why? I bet she would hate me.

Chloe: You're not that different. She had--has a great eye for images and for art. Plus, she's a smartass like you. We would all be hella "best friends forever."

Max: I know she must be as cool as you are. I have no doubt we'll meet soon.

Chloe: Railroad tracks always make me feel better... I have no idea why...

Max: Kerouac knew. It's the romance of travel and movement...The sound of the __(4)__ at night... 

Chloe: Look at the beat poet here.

Max: I'd rather be a good photographer.

Chloe: You are. You just have to stop being afraid...

Max: Perfect.

Chloe: Max? Help! I'm stuck!

Max: Hold on, Chloe! What's that noise? The train... Oh shit!