Exercising Demons - Franklin/Script
The following are dialog and mission scripts for "Exercising Demons - Franklin", a mission in Grand Theft Auto V.
Script
(Franklin arrives at a beach in Paleto Forest and sees MaryAnn doing pushups)
MaryAnn Quinn: Sixty-nine... Seventy. Stop looking at my ass.
Franklin Clinton: I wasn't lookin' at your ass.
MaryAnn Quinn: I know. No one ever does.
Franklin Clinton: A little thin for my taste. But nice. Where you goin'? For a swim?
MaryAnn Quinn: Why do you care? You think I got a fat ass and I only swim because I float easily.
Franklin Clinton: I was just makin' conversation.
MaryAnn Quinn: Doing a threeway.
Franklin Clinton: A what?
MaryAnn Quinn: A triathlon.
Franklin Clinton: Sounds like you've got way too much time on your hands.
MaryAnn Quinn: F you! You like a stay at home cheerleader, do ya? Pathetic.
Franklin Clinton: You know what? F you, bitch. I'll beat you, come on. I promise.
MaryAnn Quinn: I bet you like to beat women.
(MaryAnn and Franklin begin running towards the Pacific Ocean)
Franklin Clinton: I wonder why your ass is single.
(MaryAnn and Franklin begin their race)
MaryAnn Quinn: Perfect beach start, I've got this locked in. Come on!
Franklin Clinton: Shit, you need a vacation or something lady.
(MaryAnn and Franklin are swimming in the Pacific Ocean)
MaryAnn Quinn: Admit it... you... were... perving... my ass... on the... beach.
Franklin Clinton: Are you... for... real?
MaryAnn Quinn: I'm... not even... feeling it!
Franklin Clinton: Man... I really... ain't dressed... for this shit.
(Franklin gets out of the water)
Franklin Clinton: Damn, that's cold.
MaryAnn Quinn: Don't be a baby! Mommy's not here. I'm your momma now!
(MaryAnn and Franklin head towards the bicycles on the beach)
MaryAnn Quinn: What are you doing MaryAnn? Go get some. Focus!
(MaryAnn and Franklin begin to cycle along Propcopio Promenade)
MaryAnn Quinn: Not enough in the tank! I should have tapered. Did you taper?
Franklin Clinton: What the hell are you talking about?
MaryAnn Quinn: Scaling down training before a race. I bet you fucking tapered!
Franklin Clinton: You are out of your fucking mind. The first I knew about this was seeing your skinny ass on the beach!
MaryAnn Quinn: I said you were checking me out! I always pace myself on the swim. But now the hammer comes down!
(MaryAnn and Franklin continue to cycle towards the running stage)
MaryAnn Quinn: Time to lay down some fat watts. (Are) You with me? I said, are you with me?!?
Franklin Clinton: No, I am a hundred percent not with you.
(MaryAnn and Franklin reach the running stage, the following is if she is behind)
MaryAnn Quinn: This is a disaster. I should've had an energy bar.
(MaryAnn and Franklin begin running towards the finish line)
MaryAnn Quinn: How did I forget the aero helmet!? Can't bonk, can't bonk!!! Gotta get my cadence up!
Franklin Clinton: You're making no sense right now.
(MaryAnn and Franklin continue to run toward the finish line and hear a dog barking)
Running Passerby: Hey, have you seen a dog anywhere?
Franklin Clinton: Yeah... it went... down the beach... I think.
(Franklin reaches the finishing line and wins the race)
MaryAnn Quinn: Well, great... you won. Aren't you going to gloat?
Franklin Clinton: Look, we both survived! These things're about taking part, not winning, right?
MaryAnn Quinn: No, it is always about winning. Alright, I got to keep going. Because I'm a loser. A fat, unmarried, career-driven loser!
Franklin Clinton: Hey, girl, you better chill the fuck out!
(MaryAnn begins to jog away from Franklin)
MaryAnn Quinn: Go to hell!