Highway Page #2

No, no, you stumble.

You stumble about.

It's completely gothic.

He ain't

breakin' my feet.

He is if he bags you.

Well, he ain't

baggin' me.

Because

we're out of here.

'We?'

Yeah, we.

Oh, man,

I told you, Jack!

I've got a lot of things

going on here!

Pilot,

you're a lifeguard...

in a therapy pool,

for Christ's sake.

Look, I got to go

to Scawldy's and cash out...

I got to take Lucy

back to work...

I got to rent videos...

I got to pick up some

TV dinners for my mom-

You've been talking...

about leaving

the Veg for-for-

since you were two!

This is enough. No!

Come on!

I'm out of here!

Bro-

No! !

Bro, it'll be like...

Luke Duke,

and the other guy.

Really?

Yeah.

No!

God!

What am I

supposed to do?

You should

go to Seattle.

Seattle?

Definitely Seattle.

Why Seattle?

Does the phrase,

'What the f***...

'difference does it

make to your ass, Jack...

you ain't got no place else to

go,'

mean anything to you

right now?

All right, all right!

God, just tell me why.

Pop quiz.

Go.

Number of furious

kill boys...

that want to make

wine out of your feet?

Three.

Number of options

you've got?

Well, you know...

Number of options

you've got, Jack?

I've got an aunt

in South Dakota.

-Jack. -What?

Number of options

you've got?

Few.

Destination?

Seattle?

Perfect score.

Gold star, Jacky.

Higher,

bring it higher.

Get it all.

No f***ing around.

Come on, bro.

Keep it steady,

hold it steady.

What's up, ladies?

Boys! What up!

What's up, Jack?

Jack!

The God of F***, bro!

Bro, Jilly Miranda.

Oh, no. Hello?

Hello? Bad dick!

Very bad dick!

Bad dick!

Well,

since I'm down here,

I might as well

just for a little bit-

How does everybody

on Planet Fricking Earth...

know this sh*t already?

You guys

never know anything.

You don't even know...

that Kennedy

was assassinated.

Wait, George Kennedy

was assassinated?

Bro, Jilly Miranda

is a deviant, OK?

She's a major deve.

She gets off on

causing trouble, OK?

But did she at least...

make you bust

a little coo-coo?

Did you? 1 1 years...

he hasn't busted

a nut, right?

Hey, five.

Taking it off

over here, boss.

Hey, Pilot, you little f***,

did you sell that boom?

Yeah.

Hey, shut up.

Mayhem, shut the f*** up!

All right.

The hound has some

major trust issues...

with our boy

Pilot here.

Yo, wiping it off

over here, boss.

Listen, I tell you,

putting you down

at that water park...

was an entrepreneurial

milestone.

Speaking of which...

there's a rave

over by Whiskey Pete's.

Yo, sip of water

over here, boss.

Will you shut the f*** up

for a blink of an eye!

I want you over there...

with some GHB and some

window pane, all right?

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