Excerpt:

Just some dialogue. Still working on the surrounding scene.

"Listen. Can you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That."

"Stop dicking around. Come on."

"Seriously, I hear something. It's like a tapping or something. Hello? Is anybody out there?"

"Would you stop yelling and carrying on? It's a fucking pipe dripping."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh. Now, if you could please stop jumping at every single sound that you hear, I would like to get back to what we were doing. "

"You are such a Debbie Downer."

"And you're an ass. Point that thing over by that doorway. Is it reading anything?"

"Nay. Nada. Nothing. Every thing's normal. You know what, I don't think this place is haunted."

"Says the guy who was just trying to talk to ghosts not 10 seconds ago."

"That was simply a moment of doubt. Nothing to worry about."

"Uh-huh."

"But seriously. Can we get out of here? I'm bored. There's nothing here."

"We have to go through the entire house. That's what we're paid for. What kind of paranormal investigators would we be if we didn't investigate the paranormal?"

"Fuck. We're never getting out of here."

"Stop whining. Christ, you sound like a 4 year old."

"Why does every haunted fucking house have to be so fucking huge? This is going to take us fucking hours. "

"Please stop bitching. You're giving me a headache."

"I'm hungry."

"Holy shit. Will you please, for the love of all that is good in this world, stop complaining? The sooner you quit bitching the sooner we get back to our job and the sooner we get to leave, OK?"

"Alright, alright. Jesus, don't get you panties in a twist. I don't know how Josh puts up with you, you're such a grouch."

"Yeah, well, if I was Donna I would've kicked your whiny ass out years ago."

"Yeah fucking right, you'd love me."

"Get back to work, Todd."

"No problem, Floyd, no problem."