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Them?

Them two's my women.

Bigamy is against the law.

Well...

that's why I ain't married.

Keeping it legal.

Why don't you|get back in your car?

Yes, sir.

Not a problem there. I'll just|sit there behind the wheel.

It looks like there's gonna be|a slight delay...

while the good officer|clears matters up.

Maybe I should ask|for a ride from the trooper.

- Get outta your hair.|- No, I wouldn't hear of it.

You just hold on.|Hell.

We only got|about a mile to go.

Well, except for six|previous speeding violations...

seems you are|a law-abiding citizen.

I told ya.

I'm just gonna|write you up for 70.

Sign by that "X."

Try and slow down.

'Cause I'll be watching you.

Thank you very much, sir.

A**hole!

- Honey...|- Shut up!

Goddamned bullshit!

You just keep your eyes|on this, a**hole.

Look out!

Christ, I could've knocked that|son of a b*tch back to Chihuahua.

So, baby...

What the hell are you|so tense about?

Come on. Lighten up.

Say something.

Our guest is gonna think you're|a damn mute if you don't say something.

Go on.

I just wish that you would|control your temper is all.

- That's bullshit!|- You wanted me to say something.

And the first thing that comes|out of your mouth...

is some kind of criticism of me,|is that it?

- No...|- Shut up, woman.

Goddamn women.

Can't live with 'em,|can't blow their heads off. Sh*t.

Well, this must be it.

Nope, not yet. I'm just stopping here|for a well-deserved beverage.

Damn! I'm as thirsty|as a chipmunk hung out to dry.

Hey. You girls wanna dabble|in a little beverage?

Not for me.

Can't say I didn't try.

Don't want you yapping|behind my back now.

Damn, it's good|to be in America!

Wake up, Sam.|The man is here.

- How'd it go?|- Goddamn went great.

He's always gotta come here|and get his beer.

You like that Australian beer?|He's always gotta get that.

Says it reminds him of his dad.

He took off for Australia|and left him when he was ten.

You know you don't|have to stay with him.

Sometimes I just wanna take a knife|and cut out his heart.

Honey, you don't wanna|do something like that.

I'm gonna give you the number|of a woman's shelter.

Call 'em any time.|They can help.

Yep.

Look what I got here.|This is the mother lode.

- What the hell...|- I don't know what these do...

but they sure pay for them.

I can't program my VCR.

You may wanna use|that phone over there.

Here.

Take care of yourself.

Don't you worry about me.|I'll be fine.

- There you go.|- Gimme that!

That's more cash|than I've ever seen.

Thanks for the ride.

Freeze!

Do either of you know where we could|find a place to camp around here?

- I'm sorry. I'm not from around here.|- Down the road about ten miles.

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