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out of my mind,

and the woman next door

won't shut up.

It's drmng me crazy.

On the other hand,

there's this boy, Jimmy.

Tall, intense eyes,

so incredibly gorgeous

I just want to die...

and he likes me!

Too bad we're leaving tomorrow.

Wait a minute...

this is going to

take some careful planning.

Hmm...

oh!

Oohhhh...

oh, God.

Aahhh!

Morning, Jo, birthday kiss!

Dad!

Not first thing in the morning!

Come on, Jo, I owe you one.

When we get back to L.A.,

I'm going to take out

for a totally awesome

birthday dinner, dude.

You can even bring that

boy I never liked.

I'm not friends

with him anymore.

Happy Birthday.

We can go to

that place you love,

it'll be great...

Deal? Deal?

Aah!

Aah!

Dad!

Aah!

Up and at 'em!

Ow! Ow!

Alright, maybe 14 is too old

for a babysitter,

but you're not safe hanging

around here by yourself.

Anyway, Louise and Amy

are a lot of fun.

On my way!

I thought I'd help...

It's only fair.

Um, hi, I'm Louise.

Hi.

Happy Birthday, joleen.

Amy!

Get up!

Entertain joleen!

What is this, the loud patrol?

Bye.

He's so perky in the morning.

Your father's a good sport.

No, he's not...

he's single.

Oh.

Well, come on in,

we'll have some fun.

Yeah, see if that fits.

Thanks.

Hi. You're joleen's dad,

aren't you?

Right.

I'm pinky sears.

Nice to meet ya.

What's this?

It's a secret.

Say hi to your mom.

Nice kid.

Can we fill 'er up?

No.

The gas truck didn't come?

No.

Someone in Nevada's got to be

able to sell us some gas.

Well, I got a friend,

she lives out by two rock,

about 30 Miles out of here.

She might have some.

Lotta good that does us, there's

no way of getting up there.

I didn't say that.

You've got gas?

Yeah... personal stash

for emergencies.

Can you sell us some?

No, might give you

a ride out there, though.

How much?

Whatever you want.

You know, man,

you're really starting

to piss me off.

I told you already,

I no longer worship

at the alter of mammon.

The word "money"

means nothin' to me.

Mr. duckett?

Does the word "thai stick"

mean anything to you?

Yeah... jail.

How about "please"?

That's the word.

Mr. duckett,

this fence here...

it's federal land.

It's 27 Miles on the road

over to two rock,

and only ten in this direction.

Naturally, the d*ckheads

put up a fence.

Of course, we gotta boogie

through here pretty quick.

What kind of federal land?

Nuclear dump.

God, I love the desert!

I still love him...

so, um...

do you wanna play some cards?

Are you sure?

You want some potato chips?

No, thank you.

Okay.

Oh! My soap's

about to start,

want to watch some TV?

Um, I think I'm going to

go for a swim.

Okay.

Hey, viney.

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