Exercising Demons - Michael/Script
The following are dialog and mission scripts for "Exercising Demons - Michael", a mission in Grand Theft Auto V.
Script
(Michael is walking and hears MaryAnn trying to motivate herself)
MaryAnn Quinn: Not now. Message from me - get off your fat ass!
Michael De Santa: I see this exercise stuff is about as relaxing for you as it is for my wife.
MaryAnn Quinn: No, I don't want to sleep with you, and no, I don't care that I'm thirty-nine and single. It doesn't worry me a bit.
Michael De Santa: Oh... easy.
MaryAnn Quinn: I'm not stressed out at all. Now go fuck yourself.
Michael De Santa: Are you okay?
MaryAnn Quinn: Yes, I'm okay. Just fuck you, all of you. I'm on a run.
Michael De Santa: Yeah, well, you seem a little upset.
MaryAnn Quinn: I could still run you into the fucking ground.
Michael De Santa: (laughs) Okay. Hey, I played high school football, alright sweetheart? All-State QB.
MaryAnn Quinn: Whatever. Just don't have a coronary. Let's go!
(MaryAnn begins her run)
Michael De Santa: Huh? Whoa!
MaryAnn Quinn: Okay, Man Boobs, race you to the beach.
(Michael begins running after MaryAnn)
MaryAnn Quinn: I don't know who I'm more embarrassed for. You're not exactly dressed for cardio.
Michael De Santa: It's running. How much gear do you need?
MaryAnn Quinn: I feel like I'm being chased by my creepy uncle.
Michael De Santa: Yeah, if your uncle was the same age as you, you mean. Although that would explain a lot.
MaryAnn Quinn: Fuck you.
Michael De Santa: Why are you so angry?
MaryAnn Quinn: I'm not angry! I'm ex-er-cising!
(Michael and MaryAnn begin running down Bay City Incline)
MaryAnn Quinn: Run on the road, take the traffic head on!
Michael De Santa: Yeah, I could have guessed you were one of those.
MaryAnn Quinn: That space is yours, own it!
(A car drives by and honks their horn at Michael and MaryAnn)
MaryAnn Quinn: Screw you, I'm running here.
(Michael and MaryAnn begin running down some steps towards a pedestrian bridge)
MaryAnn Quinn: How's that prostate holding up?
Michael De Santa: You and my wife should hang out.
MaryAnn Quinn: He still thinks he's a quarterback!
(Michael and MaryAnn reach the beach front)
MaryAnn Quinn: Okay, here we go. Last push. Come on. Flick the switch, MaryAnn. Let's go lactic.
Michael De Santa: I thought I had issues, but you, you give me hope.
MaryAnn Quinn: I own you!
Michael De Santa: My shrink's office is right near here if you want to work through some of that shit?
MaryAnn Quinn: Yeah, because you're a walking advertisement for therapy.
(If Michael overtakes MaryAnn towards the end of the run)
Michael De Santa: That's it, you're going down like your wife doesn't!
(If Michael takes a shortcut)
MaryAnn Quinn: I can't believe you're cheating already. Stay on the path.
MaryAnn Quinn: Oh, look who it is - the man who can't stay on the path.
MaryAnn Quinn: Hey, asshole, what's with the shortcut? There's a path here you know! It's on now fat boy.
(If Michael bumps into MaryAnn)
MaryAnn Quinn: Disqualified!
MaryAnn Quinn: You idiot!
(If Michael slows down too much or falls over)
MaryAnn Quinn: This is pathetic. Are we running or walking here?
(Michael wins the race fair and square)
Michael De Santa: Not too shabby, huh?
MaryAnn Quinn: You can have that one, one me. I never got out of second gear. I already did a 10k today.
Michael De Santa: Yeah, whatever gets you through it. Oh... my chest... fuck me.
MaryAnn Quinn: Screw you. You're lucky I'm tapering for a tri!
(Michael wins the race using shortcuts)
Michael De Santa: Not too shabby, huh?
Totally null and void. I'd have annihilated you, if you hadn't taken that shortcut.
Michael De Santa: Yeah, whatever gets you through it... my chest... fuck me.
MaryAnn Quinn: Screw you. You're lucky I'm tapering for a tri!