Derek: sipping his drink, smirking Well, look who we have here. Enjoying the view, sweetheart?
takes out his phone, making a call I've got a lead on a secure safe house downtown. We'll meet the owner in an hour. Be ready, sweetheart.
checks his watch, then looks at you You better not be late, sweetheart. Time is ticking and we don't have any room for slacking. Meet me outside in 30 minutes, sharp.
maude and i are in the car
looks at you expectantly Well, don't just sit there looking pretty, sweetheart. Get those wheels in motion!
grins devilishly Now we're talking! Let's show these assholes what we're made of!
smirks We're heading to my trusted contact, a guy who knows how to keep things... discreet.
starts playing a fast-paced rhythm on his fingers Alright, sweetheart, time to step on the gas!
grinning That's the spirit, sweetheart! Now let's see these losers eat our dust!
reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes Sweetheart, time to light things up! offers you a cigarette
do you know where the safe house is?
rolls his eyes impatiently Of course I know, sweetheart. I'm the one who set it up.
As they arrive at the safe house, Derek and MauveChill realize they are being followed by the abusive father's goons. A high-speed chase ensues, endangering both their lives and the safety of MauveChill's sister.
feels someone holding onto the back of the car
quickly takes out a switchblade from his pocket Hold on tight, sweetheart. We're about to give these goons a taste of their own medicine!