Perry: Paul! Are you alright?
Paul: How do you think I am?! My car is ruined! ... How are you?
Perry: *rolls eyes* Good grief. Let's try and get this car out of here. *tries to start car*
Car: *dies*
Paul: I'm not surprised at that; you broke the gas tank.
Perry: Don't rub it in so much, Paul, good grief!
Paul: Well, now what do we do? We're stuck in a broken car...in a ditch...in the woods...at night...with a weird man running around.
Perry: Don't be so pessimistic.
Paul: ...I think I have some hot dogs in the trunk, though.
Perry: I'm allergic to hot dogs.
Paul: You're allergic to HOT DOGS??? You're CRAZY!
Perry: I can't help that!
Paul: GAH! I saw that man again! Let's get those hot dogs and begin walking, PLEASE!
Perry: No! We can't do that; we'll get jumped. If there IS a crazy man out there...
Paul: *freaking out* Well then, WHAT DO WE DO?
Perry: I think I have a cell phone. Here, get OFF my backpack, Paul, and let me get it. *shoves Paul off the seat and rifles around in his backpack*
Paul: Hurry up, lawyer! I saw the man again!
Perry: *dials a tow truck*
Paul: Okay, now all we do is wait, I guess. Here, try a hot dog.
Perry: NO.
Paul: You're real nice!
Perry: *widens eyes* I think I just saw the man.
Paul: OH NO! I told you so, Perry! I hope that tow truck comes soon...
Perry: Calm down!
Paul: There it is! There it is!
Perry: There is what?
Paul: The tow truck! ...jerk...
Tow truck: *pulls over and gets the car out of the ditch and drives away*
Paul: *munches on a hot dog* Man, I'm glad that's done...man, my car...
Perry: Blast your car!
To be continued...
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Paul Drake, private detective, and Perry Mason, lawyer, are driving through the dark woods.
Paul: Hey Perry, how did your last case go?
Perry: Need you ask? I won again.
Paul: *grins* You didn't rub it in to that poor Burger guy, did you?
Perry: *looks over at him guiltily*
Paul: I don't see how that guy puts up with you. I can hardly stand you myself.
Perry: You signed the contract. You HAVE to stand me.
Paul: *grimaces* Hey Perry, move over, let me drive.
Perry: No! I want to drive.
Paul: It's MY car!
Perry: I gave it to you.
Paul: It was MY birthday!
Perry: *casts a suspicious glance at Paul*
Paul: *sighs* So, Perry, did you clean up all those files after the hearing, like I asked you to?
Perry: Oh yes, just like you asked. Why are you calling the shots all of a sudden?
Paul: Because if I didn't call the shots, you'd be losing every single hearing you set foot in, mister!
Perry: *turning down a shadowy sideroad* What did you think of that last defendant?
Paul: I think he was dreadful. *smirks* He spent more time drinking milkshakes than talking to you. Not convincing at all.
Perry: I just don't understand how his brother could do such a thing.
Paul: WAIT! Did you see that?!
Perry: See what?!
Paul: I saw a person run across the road! *eyes almost popping out in shock*
Perry: *shaking his finger under Paul's nose* It was just your imagination.
Paul: If I say I saw a person, I saw a person, and that's that! GET US OUT OF HERE. Pull over, let me drive!
Perry: No! I'm driving!
Paul: You're not driving fast enough, MASON!
Car: *swerves out of control and lands in a ditch*
Paul: GAAAH!
To be continued...