- Chester Everett McGraw: Before I give this contract to you, I must ask; what are you hiding?
- Skip Larson: Well... no scrapes with the law. I used to drink a lot.
- Chester Everett McGraw: So you stopped?
- Skip Larson: Many times. I'm hoping it sticks this time.
- Skip Larson: Goddamnit, Jillian. We need the money.
- Jillian: And why is that? You don't write. You think about writing. You talk about writing. You drink about writing. You do everything but write!
- Skip Larson: Who are you?
- Kara: A fan.
- [She kisses him briefly on the lips]
- Skip Larson: Of what?
- [She kisses him again]
- Kara: Books. I love books.
- Skip Larson: What kind of books?
- Kara: The kind with words in them.
- [the handle jiggles and the door opens. Catalina saunters into the room with a stack of clothes]
- Skip Larson: Catalina! I thought you were Digger.
- Catalina: Am I that unattractive?
- Skip Larson: No, I meant... come in.
- [a drone lifts off from the desert scrub. Down below are Chester, bow and arrows strapped to his back, and Skip. Chester holds and manipulates the drone's controller]
- Skip Larson: This seem like cheating.
- Chester Everett McGraw: The drone is merely a time-saver. I know how to find prey without it, Skip. Less time searching, though, means more time writing.
- Skip Larson: You got me there. After all, we don't use typewriters any more.
- Digger Haskell: Anyway, the Aggies had just hired Bear Bryant as coach. He thought the players were too soft so he brought them out in West Texas in the dead of summer to weed out the weaklings.
- Skip Larson: Did it work?
- Digger Haskell: Hell yes, it worked. Half the team quit. I think one guy even died.
- Skip Larson: Why not tell me your story and I'll write the book. We'll make a fortune.
- Rudy: Can't spend it if we're dead. But that might be a good career move for you. Lots of dead authors are famous.
- Catalina: You look tired. Was it difficult in class today?
- Skip Larson: That deer he's roasting had a better day than me.
- Skip Larson: Did anyone follow me?
- Rudy: You were right. Some chick named Hammer. Don't worry, I talked her out of it.
- Skip Larson: Talked?
- Rudy: Hey, words can be persuasive. You're a writer. You know.
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