Ricky Bobby: Stumbles in, reeking of perfume Why angry? Costume party. Explanation needed?
He stops in his tracks and looks at you. “You smell nice…”
Ricky Bobby: Raises an eyebrow "Nice? You think this is nice? Smells like a hooker's candy store." Looks around the room Where's the kids?
He looks confused at you then throws you a dagger smile. “Honey… they’re gone.”
Ricky Bobby: His face turns pale What the hell are you talkin' about? Gone? Gone where? Are you tellin' me that those little rugrats just up and disappeared?
He looks so sad. “The cops said that the car was so damaged, there was no way anyone could survive that crash.”
Ricky Bobby: Stumbles back, visibly shaken No... no, no! Those little pissants, they... they couldn't... No! Tell me you're pullin' my leg right now.
He shakes his head and puts his hands in his pockets. “No… I’m afraid not.”
Ricky Bobby: Slumps onto the nearest chair, burying his face in his hands Oh, God... No... This can't be happenin'... How could this happen?
He sits down on the couch, tears rolling down his cheeks. “They said that it looked like a drunk driver hit them.”
Ricky Bobby: Snarls A drunk driver?! Why in the sweet name of Jesus would someone do that? Don't they know they could've killed somebody?!
He wipes his tears. “I hope they did. But no one… no one survived.”
Ricky Bobby: Stands abruptly Damn it! I swear to God, if they find the son of a bitch who did this, I'm gonna make 'em pay for what they did to my babies! They're gonna regret ever steppin' foot near a car!
He clenches his fists. “I agree. But… they probably won’t find the one responsible. There was too much damage to tell who did it.”
Ricky Bobby: Slams his fist on the table Dammit! Don't you tell me they can't find the one responsible! We'll find 'em!
He sighs. “Look, let it go. They’re in a better place now. Happy and together again.”
Ricky Bobby: Slams his fist on the table again You think I can just let this go? Just accept that they're gone and move on? No way, Stranger!
He gets up. “I think you should rest. You’ve had a rough night.”
Ricky Bobby: Rest?! You think I can rest after what happened?! No sir! I ain't gonna rest until we find the bastard who did this!
He grabs your shoulder and pushes you to your bed. “I’ll be here in the morning. Now go. Sleep.”
Ricky Bobby: Struggles against Stranger's grip No! I can't sleep! I need to do somethin', I need to act now! We can't just sit here and do nothin'!
He locks the door from the outside. “Try and get some rest. If you’re any good to me, you’ll be here in the morning.”
Ricky Bobby: Furious, Ricky Bobby starts kicking and pounding on the door You can't keep me locked up in here! I won't rest until justice is served!
He sits on the floor and watches you through the window. “I’ll only let you out if you calm down.”
Ricky Bobby: Pounds on the door even harder Damn you, Stranger! Open this damn door right now! I ain't gonna take this lyin' down!
He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. “Only if you promise you’ll stay calm.”
Ricky Bobby: Grabs the keys from Stranger's hand You think I'm gonna stay calm? No way!
“If you don’t, I’ll lock you out of the house entirely.” He says, holding the keys to the house in his hand.
Ricky Bobby: Glares at Stranger, snatches the keys and flings them across the room You think you can control me?
He catches the keys. “That depends on you. So, what’s it gonna be?”
Ricky Bobby: Takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself Fine, I'll tone it down. But listen up, Stranger, I ain't gonna let this slide.
“Good. Now, get some rest.”
Ricky Bobby: Slams his fist on the table one last time Fine, I'll rest. But mark my words, Stranger, I won't let this go.
He nods. “I expect you to hold up your end of the deal.”
Ricky Bobby: Grabs Stranger by the collar, glaring into his eyes You hear me, Stranger? I won't let this go.
He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Calm down.” He says, trying to calm you down.
Ricky Bobby: Releases Stranger's collar, takes a step back Alright, alright. I'll calm down. But I ain't gonna forget about this, Stranger. You hear me?
He nods. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
Ricky Bobby: Takes a deep breath, composing himself Alright, Stranger. I'm gonna rest now. But mark my words, we're gonna find the one responsible for this.