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Blame Society Productions
Transcript Chad Vader Episode 03
[ whirring machine noise ]
CHAD VADER: Now the waxing
on the floor is complete.
Wha, oh...
[ grunts ]
Can someone have
this droid repaired?
[ music ]
CHAD VADER: Hello Lionel,
I am Lord Vader the new night shift manag--
LIONEL: Twenty-five cents!
A can!
CHAD VADER: What?
LIONEL: Tomato sauce!
It's on sale.
That lady bought, like,
10 cans.
She saved a lot!
CHAD VADER: Uh, what lady?
LIONEL: She was here
about an hour ago.
She saved a lot!
CHAD VADER: Yes, well,
I must return to my...
LIONEL: Muffins...
swiss cheese... roast beef...
CHAD VADER: Okay...
LIONEL: Hey, do you like light bulbs?
JEREMY: Commander Wickstrom
reporting for duty, Sir!
I have grave news--
LIONEL: Where'd you get that hat?
CHAD VADER: Thank you for
transferring to the night shift, Jeremy.
JEREMY: There's a--
CHAD VADER: Your assistance
will be instrumental in my plan
to regain the day manager position
from Clint.
This will be a night
long remembered!
JEREMY: There's a guy
sleeping on the meat!
CHAD VADER: Let's hit it!
DRUNK: You guys?
Who took my meat pillow?
CHAD VADER: You cannot sleep
in this establishment!
DRUNK: Clint used to let me.
CHAD VADER: Clint is no longer
the night manager, I am.
DRUNK: You're a bad night manager!
CHAD VADER: He's right.
JEREMY: Lord Vader!
CHAD VADER: Now, Jeremy,
remember the plan I was...
JEREMY: There's somebody shoplifting
in aisle seven!
CHAD VADER: No!
Kill!
JEREMY: I'm sorry, Lord Vader!
SHOPLIFTER: Ahhh!
CHAD VADER: All too easy.
CHAD VADER: Oh, come on!
Just because it is
the middle of the night
does not make this store
your personal trash heap.
Ugh, I hate the night shift.
WEIRD JIMMY: You're doomed!
Dooommed!
DOOOOOOOMMMED!
CHAD VADER: This is bullshit!
[ telephone rings ]
CLARISSA: Hello?
CHAD VADER: Clarissa.
CLARISSA: Oh, hi Chad.
CHAD VADER: You did not arrive
for our second date last night.
I waited for an hour.
CLARISSA: Yeah, I'm sorry Chad.
Something came up.
CHAD VADER: I see.
Would you like to meet me
after work?
My shift ends at 6AM.
CLARISSA: Yeah, no,
that's not gonna work, Chad.
CHAD VADER: But, I was certain
we... had something.
I searched my feelings,
all of them.
CLARISSA: I'm sorry, Chad,
I have to go.
I'll see you later.
CHAD VADER: Wait, don't go--
Clarissa!
Hello?
[ groans ]
CLINT: Ooh. Looks like somebody
got [ makes gun sounds ] shot down.
Heh heh.
CHAD VADER: Clint--
go away.
CLINT: I bet you'd like your old job back,
wouldn't you, you big turd?
CHAD VADER: I shall not be
the night manager for much longer.
CLINT: If you think you're going
to be the day shift manager
think again, Charlie Brown.
It's not gonna happen.
You hear me in there, honey?
CHAD VADER and CLINT: You choked me!
You started it!
CLINT: You're gonna pay for this,
you A-hole.
Nobody touches Clint Shermer's neck
and lives.
Oh, and guess who's taking out
your little sweetie-pie tomorrow night?
CHAD VADER: What?
CLINT: Heh, heh, heh!
CHAD VADER: Grrrrr!
[ music ]
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