Uh� well, sure � but they aren't half
as affectionate. And if you cut an
ant's head off, it won't grow back.
And best of all, worm farming is a
industry. I wouldn't mind having a
piece of that pie, if you know what I
To her credit, she doesn't. They continue driving. Mary looks at her watch and crosses her legs.
Lloyd can see that she's concerned about something.
What's the matter? Little tense
about the flight?
Something like that.
Lloyd SWIVELS AROUND and STARES over his shoulder at her.
It's really nothing to worry about,
Mary. Statistically, they say you're
more likely to get killed on the way
to the airport. You know, like in a
head-on crash, or something.
Um, Lloyd, could please keep your
eyes on the road.
Good thinking. There's a lot of bad
drivers out there.
Lloyd turns back to the steering wheel.
EXT. AIRPORT - DAY
Lloyd is putting the last bags on a cart. He closes the trunk and turns to Mary. She looks nervous
and disconcerted as she reaches into her purse. She pulls out a ten-dollar tip.
Here you go.
Keep it. It was my pleasure.
For the first time, Mary Swanson offers a slight smile. This makes her more lovely than ever.
Relax, Mary. Just get trashed and
pass out. You'll be there before you
And good luck with your worms.
Then she PICKS UP HER BRIEFCASE and walks into the terminal, followed by a PORTER
pushing her bags. Lloyd watches her, ENCHANTED, until she's out of sight.
Afterwards, he climbs back into the limo, LOVESICK. For a moment he doesn't even have the
energy to turn the key. He just drops his head against the steering wheel, DEVASTATED. There's
a TAP on the window. Lloyd looks up to see a POLICE OFFICER standing there.