Angels in America/Script
Billy: Little dorky gas station attendant boy goes "Hey man! Are you alright?" and I go, "Yeah dude! How's my bike?"
(Johnny walks in)
Billy: Hey! Johnny K.
Leila: Hey Johnny, how you doin' baby?
(Johnny tries to kick her)
Leila: Hey, what the fuck?
Terry: Ooh, stop, domestic violence.
Johnny: Hey man, you having fun over there?
Billy: Absolutely. And if I get tested, I have a bag of twelve year old's piss right here. I am clean.
Johnny: Real nice.
Billy: oh fuck you, Johnny. You don't judge me!
Johnny: Whooaa! Calm down, man. Have another drink or somethin' but calm the fuck down.
Billy: Oh fuck you, faggot.
Johnny: Yeah? Really?
(Johnny and Billy are about to fight but Jason intervenes)
Jason: Guys, guys... Billy Johnny... We got a couple of fuckin' Deadbeats outside.
Jim: Deadbeats? What the hell are they doing here?
Billy: What the fuck do they want?
Jim: Let's fuck 'em up.
Billy: I'm out of rehab three minutes, and they think they can crash my party? Come on.
(Billy grabs a pistol and the group heads outside)
Jim: Let's do what we got to do.
(The group leaves the clubhouse and meets the Angels of Death)
Billy: Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Why the long faces? Might I tempt you in a swift libation, my most trusted and honored guest?
Angels of Death: I thought we had a truce going on?
Billy: Did you? Funny thing - I wasn't aware. But, let me tell you, it's a strange kind of truce that makes you think it's okay to gatecrash my party, Deadbeat motherfucker.
Angels of Death: I'm sorry. You enjoy your little party. I take it, the good times are over. No problem, old man.
(The lieutenant turns his back and walks away and Billy shoots him in the back while the others flee )
Billy: Screw you, you Deadbeat prick - think you can come to my party and gatecrash? Come on!
Jason: Yeah, come on!
Johnny: Aah, you moron!
(The group then prepares to chase down the Angels of Death)
Lost MC: Let's get those Deadbeats.
Lost MC: Let's get those Angels of Death, Johnny.
Lost MC: AOD gonna pay for that. Let's get 'em.
Johnny: Fuck, we gotta get these chumps before they tell the rest of their chapter.
Johnny: These boys are going straight back to their chapter brothers.
Johnny: Someone's gotta stop these guys telling the rest of the Angels of Death.
Jason: We're brothers, and brothers stick together.
Angels of Death: Fucking Losers.
Angels of Death: There's a war coming your way.
Angels of Death: Part's over, you assholes.
Angels of Death: Bill Grey's an asshole.
Angels of Death: This truce is over.
Angels of Death: You're all Losers.
Angels of Death: We got twice your numbers.
Angels of Death: Don't call us Deadbeats.
Angels of Death: That was a dumb move.
Angels of Death: Get Lost.
Angels of Death: Eat my shit.
Angels of Death: Welcome to the twenty first century, fuck heads.
Angels of Death: Fuck you all.
Jason: Where'd you think you're going?
Jason: You shouldn't a crashed that party.
Jason: The Lost MC rule this town.
Jason: Angels of Death weren't never goin' be welcome at a Lost MC party.
Jason: Billy was right to do what he did.
Lost MC: Fucking Deadbeats!
Lost MC: Ha ha ha. You fucking Deadbeats.
Lost MC: Run away you fat racist assholes.
Lost MC: Truce is over, Deadbeats!
Lost MC: Lost MC forever.
Lost MC: We ain't Losers, we The Lost.
Lost MC: Wooo we. I'm enjoying this.
Lost MC: Billy's back!
Lost MC: A.O.D. ain't nothing.
(When Johnny kills one of the AoD bikers)
Johnny: Shame about the bike, Deadbeat.
Johnny: Good night, buddy.
Johnny: That's bad craftsmanship.
Johnny: Poor bike.
Johnny: Sorry about that.
(The AoD bikers are killed and Johnny calls Billy)
Billy: Johnny, man, you let those Deadbeats tell their buddies a war's on?
Johnny: No, I stopped 'em. We don't need more brothers dyin' over this.
Billy: Sensible Johnny K. Come meet us over on Grummer Road, brother.
(Johnny meets Billy and Jason
Johnny: Whoo. Disaster averted, brother.
Johnny: You coming back?
Jason: I'd love to man, but I'm seeing this hot Russian broad over on Firefly Island. Gonna drink her daddy's expensive vodka and fuck her under the pier.
Johnny: Ooh - young love in the modern world.
Johnny: That's beautiful.
Billy: These Deadbeats won't be screwing around with us anymore. Let the good times roll.
Failing the mission
Johnny: Shit. Jason. You motherfuckers.
(Johnny calls Billy)
Billy: What's happening?
Johnny: Jason got eighty-sixed, Billy. And I ain't in the mood for no tiring kicking.
Billy: He'll be missed, brother. See you at Church.
Jason dies with Billy
Johnny: Shit. Jason. You motherfuckers.
Billy: Sad to see the kid go like that. But he had the mark, didn't he? One who wasn't going to make it. He wasn't like you and me.
Johnny: We're only here by blind luck, Bill. And you know it. So long.
Johnny's bike destroyed
Johnny: Fuck, man. My bike.
(Jason gives Johnny a ride to the clubhouse)
Johnny: Thanks, man. Reminds me of when you were a prospect. Running round the whole city for us brothers.
Jason: Ha ha ha. If your bike got trashed when I was a prospect, you would just taken mine and left me on the road. Later, bro.
Angels of Death escape
Johnny: Shit! I ain't getting 'em now. Ah, well at least we tried. Now Billy's brought every Deadbeat in the country down on us.
Jason: He's the head of this chapter, man. If Billy wants a war, then all the brothers best get ready to fight.