[1. Phone: Filtered to Egon & Ray.]
I hope you called in sick today. We're going for a ride somewhere. I'll pick you up.
[2. Phone: Filtered to Rick Grimes.]
I told you I was serious about that beer.
[3. Action: Around Mayfield]
[He's glad the drama is finally over. No more death. No more destruction. At least not for a little while. He's sure
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[Thinks about it a second.]
I'll call in sick.
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Great. On my way.
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The instant he opens the door it becomes evident why it sounded so distantly familiar and his eyes widen.]
The Ecto! [He practically races down the driveway just to put his hands on the beloved car. No. Not car. Beast. He realizes that it must have been a postal delivery.] Peter, when did this get here?
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"Who cares? Get in."
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Are you thinking what I'm thinking? [Eying the siren switch.]
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[guess who just arrived?
it's one of those rare instances where Ray is perfectly okay with his expectations being dashed. this right here has nothing to do with steak nor waffles, and he's totally okay with that. scampering over to the car, he starts examining it, running his hand over the company emblem on the side.]
It's... It's really here! All of it! [awed? you better believe it.] I can't believe it. Don't tell me you got this in the mail!
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She's all yours, Ray.
[He slapped the other man on the back before opening the back door for himself.]
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