Gas, Food Lodging Page #3

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- Really? Is he here?

- I think his fiance's giving him head.

I'm sorry, that's your job, isn't it?

- He says you swallow, Trudi. Is that true?

- F*** you!

Stick around.

You want Brett, there he is, right there.

"I'll call you tomorrow, Trudi.

"Yeah, baby. No one's ever made me come

that way before."

That was really cute.

- What are you trying to do to me?

- What are you trying to do to me?

Nothing.

I'd kick you in the balls if you had any.

What's her problem?

She's pissed

because I won't go out with her.

Could you fill this for me, please?

- Cream and lots of sugar.

- Sure.

Okey-doke. Here you go.

Thanks.

Your thermos!

Wait!

I know the coffee sucks here,

but that's a nice thermos.

My mind just walks away sometimes.

Yeah. That's what men do, they walk away.

Wait.

- Can I give you a lift?

- What for?

For you to explain that remark.

Their emotions walk away.

Their minds walk away.

Everything they say to you walks away.

Make a left up here.

Their promises walk away.

- I saw you had this earlier. What is it?

- It's a mineral light.

It's like a lantern,

only it has an ultraviolet light in it. See?

- Look at your shirt.

- Look at your dress.

So, what? Is this your method?

You get girls in your car and show them

you can make them glow in the dark?

It's a necessary instrument for my work.

Make a right up here.

What's that?

Rocks.

I knew it. Another musician, great.

Not rock.

Rocks.

Look, that's the best I can do. I'm tired.

Yeah, sure.

Have fun with your rocks.

Excuse me.

- Mornin'.

- Morning?

No, it's not even morning yet,

get my meaning?

No, you don't.

I'll be direct. This is my day off...

and like most people,

I like to sleep in on my day off.

You following me?

What the hell are you doing,

making all this racket at 5:00 a. m.?

Installing a brand-new

Humphrey satellite dish, ma'am.

I can see that.

But I'd advise you...

that if you don't do this

at a reasonable hour, I'll have to call...

Mr. Humphrey-Satellite-Dish and complain.

But, ma'am, I am Mr. Humphrey.

But, I tell you what, I'll go.

I'll stop working for a spell

and go eat some breakfast.

You'd be welcome to join me.

It's a place right off the highway.

It's a Pull-Off Plaza.

No, thanks.

But I'll give the cook a call

and tell him you're coming.

If he's in a good mood,

maybe he'll spit in your eggs for me.

That's a good one.

Say, what's your name, anyhow?

Nora. Why?

Bet you can't guess what my name is.

You go ahead, try.

I don't know. Tom? Dick?

Moose?

You'll never guess in a million years.

You want me to tell you?

Hamlet.

Hamlet Humphrey.

That's pitiful.

Mom, do you have a pair of hose

I can borrow?

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