The following takes place between 3 PM and 3:01 PM on a day not worthy to deserve a title.

 

Miguel: Tell him about the bomb.

 

Kim: No dad told me not to tell anyone.

 

Miguel: But you told me. And that guy at the Starbucks, the black nurse at the hospital, Meghan, everyone on your buddy list, the guy running around saying the end is near.

 

Cop: Even though you’re suspect of murder, you’re going to travel in the front seat with me since I think you’re hot.

 

Jack: Has Faheen talked?

 

Faheen: (from Arabic) I’m getting 72 virgins at the end of this, what are you going to give me?

 

Jack: 72?  Can’t top that, let’s bring him into LA.

 

Nina: Give me a few more minutes with him.

 

Jack: No (throws her into the car.)

 

Agent #1: Get away from the car.

 

Jack: Oh come on, at least give me one chance to rough her up. (pause, looks at agent’s face) Aw nuts.

 

Tony: We’ll interrogate you first Mr. Warner.

 

Marie: That (finger twirl) IN-SANE (finger twirl) IN-SANE.

 

Tony: Marie, shut the f--- up for once.

 

Kate: Hey Paul, check out my dad’s computer.

 

Paul: Sure (pause) Man, your dad sure does have a lot of porn on his computer.

 

Sherry: Ron, sit on the story about threats.

 

Ron: No.

 

Sherry: Please.

 

Ron: No.

 

Sherry: Pretty please with sugar on top?

 

Ron: No.

 

Sherry: I’ll be your friend.

 

Ron: No.

 

Marko: It sure is good that we’re transporting a nuclear bomb in a truck with good strong tires. (A tire pops.)

 

Basheer: You knucklehead. (grabs a set of plyers and twists Marko’s nose, Marko makes a high pitched squeal like Curly from the 3 Stooges.)

 

Marko: See this. (Puts out his fist, Marko hits it upward and Marko’s fist hits himself.  Rubs hands rapidly over face.)

 

Omar: Hey isn’t it great that we had people plan this down to making sure we had a complete tire jack?

 

Basheer: Where’s the handle? (hits Omar over the head with it, makes a comic ‘clang’ noise.)

 

Good Samaritan Pool Guy: Hey you guys need help?

 

Basheer: Soytainly.

 

Palmer: We can’t let him out yet.  That’ll be all Sherry.


Sherry: You can’t let me go now; I’m too good for this story line.

 

Palmer: OK, now if you’ll excuse me, I need to shuffle papers to create the illusion that I’m doing something.

 

GSPG: OK, that tire should get you up to this tire shop around the corner, ask for Dan and tell him Jimmy sent you.  I got some coupons in my car you can use.  They’ll practically give you the tire away.  If you want to come over to my house and wait for them, they can put it in for you.

 

Marko: Aren’t you scared or mad that we’re Middle Eastern?

 

GSPG: No, I just wanted to help. (exit)

 

Basheer: OK, we need to get going.  Marko, let’s go. (pokes Marko’s eyes with his fingers.)

 

Marko: I don’t want to do this.  I want to play basketball.

 

Basheer kills Marko, Marko kills Basheer.  Omar pees his pants.

 

Omar: It’s my first day as a terrorist.  I should’ve kept my job at the Gap.

 

BubWarner: I deliver stuff for the CIA.

 

TRUTH WHICH MAY BE A LIE OR NOT THE WHOLE TRUTH TOLL CLICKS 10.

 

Jack: What a great flight, good thing we won’t get hit by a torpedo or something like that.  (phone rings)  Hello.

 

Mason, Michelle, Kim: We’re calling to distract you while Nina kills your link to the bomb.

 

Jack: What?

 

Nina slashes Faheen’s throat.

 

Jack: Oh gross.  Blood.  (screams like a girl) Some of it got on me.

 

Nina: I know where the bomb is.  Let’s head to San Diego.

 

LIES TO COVER THE SPEAKER’S @SS TOLL CLICKS 34.

 

Tony: Bubwarner is a CIA delivery boy.

 

Mason: OK, time to go apes--- on Reza.  (Grabs Reza by the throat) Who’s your daddy?  I mean, where is Syed Ali?

 

Tony: Michelle, I think you need to take a break.

 

Michelle: I don’t think I need to.

 

Tony: What’s this suspicious plot device, I mean blood on your neck?

 

Michelle: It’s nothing.

 

Tony: And this website you run for “Hardcore Almeida Action: Counter Terrorize this Unit”?

 

Michelle: OK, I’m going.

 

Ron: Hey everybody, I got out of custody and I’m going to make Palmer’s life a living hell.

 

Palmer: Oh s---.

 

Kate: OK, I’m sorry I wasted your time, luckily we won’t be kimnapped or anything.

 

Katenappers: You’re going to be Kate-napped.

(Katenappers beat up her and Paul and throw her into the truck.)

 

Paul: Tony Soprano kicked my @ss way better with that staple gun and the parking ticket.

 

Jack: Nina, just thought to remind you how much I hate your f---ing guts.  Well good thing we won’t be hit by any projectiles.

 

Missle hits the plane.

 

Jack: Oh s--- we’re going down.

 

Announcer: Stay tuned for the next episode of 24, in three weeks.  Oh wait, some writer took his sweet time making another edition of 24-a-minute. (looks at TickTock with a hacksaw.)

 

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