We did a family improv night and one of the prompts was: Sam, Bucky and Zemo waiting in line for a roller coaster. The kids are still getting the hang of improv, so they weren’t able to take the scene very far. I, on the other hand, may have gone beyond… I ended up sending my daughter a series of texts that I’ve reproduced here.
ZEMO: James, will you please hold my hand? This roller coaster looks frightening.
SAM: I’m gonna just fly over it…
BUCKY: How is that fun?
ZEMO: How is riding it fun?
BUCKY: It won’t be, with you. Let go of my hand.
ZEMO: It’s better if I hold the other one?
BUCKY: Sure, if you want me to crush your hand.
SAM: I’m out.
BUCKY: Don’t leave me with him!
SAM: I’m gonna get a sno-cone
ZEMO: I would like cherry.
BUCKY: No one asked you.
ZEMO looks pained.
SAM: It’s fine, what flavor do you want?
SAM: Be right back.
BUCKY: What flavor is that?
SAM: Bubble gum. You want a bite?
ZEMO: Try my cherry.
BUCKY: I’m not going to try your cherry.
SAM: Be nice, man, it’s his first amusement park.
ZEMO: See, James? You should hold my hand.
BUCKY: What, like you’re five?
SAM: You’re both acting like children.
BUCKY: Says the man too afraid to ride the roller coaster.
SAM: I just got you a sno-cone.
ZEMO: Show him some respect, James.
BUCKY: I’m about to show you some respect with my fist. Which is the only way you’re going to feel my hand.
ZEMO: Can I at least taste your grape?
BUCKY and SAM: No!
BUCKY: You really did just fly over the track.
SAM: There wasn’t enough room for three across and I didn’t want to sit alone.
BUCKY: They’d put someone next to you.
SAM: How is that better?
ZEMO: What is “funnel cake”?
SAM: We’re going to eat our way through this entire park…
ZEMO: But no Turkish delight…
SAM: That’s not a regular thing most places.
ZEMO: How unfortunate. (beat) This salt-water taffy is almost as good.
BUCKY: Here, have a few more. No, more than that—
SAM: Wh-why are you force feeding him taffy, now?
BUCKY: I’m hoping it’ll glue his jaws shut.