Jared Padalecki: Wade

House of Wax

Wade

Carly: [Carly hears a noise outside the tent] Wade, wake up. Wade! I heard something.
Wade: [sleepily] It's probably a serial killer or something.

Wade: [runs a lighter along one of Vincent's waxed miniature statues and talking in a silly voice] Oh no, there's a fire! Help me, Carly! My skirt's gonna catch on fire, my legs are all hot, you're my hero!
Carly: [stopping him] That's not cool.

Wade: [notices how well Nick throws the football to Blake] Nice arm... I can see why they gave you a scholarship.
Nick: [holds up hand] Yeah, it's a real tragedy, ain't it?
Wade: Yeah... it is.

Carly: [approaching the door to the wax museum] Doesn't 'closed' mean 'I don't want you in here?'
Wade: Relax. No one'll care
Carly: What if's someone's here?
Wade: [calling out] Hello? Anyone in here?
[after silence]
Wade: See? Fine. Look how cool this is. Everything in here is wax, the floors, the walls, look at this!
[gestures to a large ornament]
Wade: This is wax
Carly: [sarcastic] Yeah, cool, awesome.
Wade: Who are these people supposed to be? Aren't there supposed to be famous people in a wax museum? I don't recognize this guy.

[seeing all the fan belts]
Wade: He has everything but a 15 inch fan belt. Where is he anyway? He said he'd be 30 minutes, its been almost 45.
[sighs]
Wade: I guess I'll have to make do with a 16.
[grabs it]
Bo: [from behind] You plan on stealing that?
Wade: [startled] No, I ah - I left money by the cash register.
[indeed he did as a $20 bill lies there]

Carly: What?
Wade: Nothing. Looks like your fan club's gotten a little bigger.
Carly: Are you serious?
Wade: [guffaws] Yeah, I am serious. It's obvious that Dalton still has a crush on you, too.
Carly: Oh, my God! Okay, that's three times today. You're an asshole.
[walks on]
Carly: Let's go see your famous house of wax.
Wade: [follows] But I'm still your favorite asshole, right?
Carly: Always.
[snickers]

Blake: [to the stranger in the truck] Yo, man. You need something?
Carly: What does he want?
Wade: Hey, can you turn off your lights, please?
[no response]
Paige: Okay, this is getting kinda creepy.
Blake: Hey, come on, man, get out of here! Nothing to see here, let's go!
Wade: Can we help you?
Carly: Maybe we're on his property?
Wade: Nah, we didn't pass the gate.
Blake: Hey man, turn your lights off! Hello? Turn your lights off! No, I'm serious. Turn your lights off or I'll whip this on your ass!
Wade: Hey, hey, it's cool, man.
[Nick throws a bottle and smashes one of the headlights]
Carly: NICK!
[pause]
Carly: Oh, my...
Dalton: [yelling at the man in the truck] WHAT?