Page 111 of Cookout Carnage
TRISTAN: …
RORY: What do you mean?
TABI: The movie where nothing is as it seems and it’s all made up around Truman. Do you have movies in your dark dreary castle town?
RORY: We prefer to read. You know,the thing where you take in information through words instead of having it spoon-fed to you in pictures.
TABI: Well, played, Nessie. Go on Tris.
TRISTAN: It’s all been a lie. The diner, the museum. Even her parents were fake.
SABRINA: NOOOOO! I DON’T UNDERSTAND! Get Jonathan over there stat!
RORY: No. He’s busy shagging.
TABI: Gotta let the man get off a couple of times after the drought he’s been through.
BEN: Mate, I’m gutted for you.
TRISTAN: Her name isn’t even Sherilyn Boden. It’s Sherri-Lynne Bodean. That dude with the Buick is called Axle and he’s her brother. She’s got another one called Fender, who has face tatts and is bigger than The Mountain fromGame of Thrones.
TABI: Welcome to Kentucky.
RORY: Tris, you’ve known her for what, sixteen months?
TRISTAN: Yes.
RORY: And during that time, you’ve spoken to her how often?
TRISTAN: Almost every day.
RORY: And you felt you knew her enough to move to Chicago to be with her?
TRISTAN: Yes.
RORY: But you didn’t tell her you were doing this?
TRISTAN: No.
RORY: You just showed up.
TABI: Hey, Scottish Dr. Phil. This going anywhere?
RORY: When you were with her, did she seem genuine?
TRISTAN: 100%
RORY: Has it occurred to you that she might have panicked and thought she wasn’t good enough for you?
TRISTAN: No. I’m not good enough for her. She must have known that.
SABRINA: Says the dude with the fancy name and all the vests!
RORY: How many members of your family have tattoos on their face and are named after parts of a car?
SABRINA: Tris, it might seem like a shitshow now, but you guys can sort it out when you’re back here in Chicago.
TRISTAN: Not going to happen.
