Red Lights Page #3

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but the question is crucial.

Take my wife, for instance.

Am I right, am I wrong?

Who knows?

She must hate me right now,

but I don't give a sh*t.

I got sick of playing

the good little doggie.

Here are my kids.

Notice anything?

What?

That guy. Did you notice

a tattoo on his wrist?

- What guy?

- The one you bought a drink for.

And he refused. But that's okay.

- It's a free country...

- I'm not talking about that.

So he got up and left!

- Where you headed?

- Bordeaux.

Gimme a lift?

You're on.

Oh, sh*t!

Looks like another roadblock.

I could use a drink.

It's moving.

Want a cigarette?

Friendly advice:

don't breathe in their face.

We're through!

- Can't you read?

- Why?

- Speed limit's 55.

- I know.

- Play it safe and slow down.

- Relax!

- Know the road?

- You bet I know it!

Every summer for 15 years.

It's my road!

I wouldn't mind stopping in.

I'm thirsty.

Interested?

- You're like my dog.

- Why's that?

Always thirsty.

Tongue always hanging out, that it?

- Where's your dog?

- He's dead.

- What're you doing?

- What?

- Can't you drive straight?

- Sure, I can...

You're off your rocker!

I thought it was a roadblock.

You're a real wimp.

I got scared, so what?

Everybody gets scared. Don't you?

What the f***?

I didn't tell you to stop.

I need gas.

Got any cold beer kicking around?

No, but I've got scotch.

Pefrect.

Want some?

Can you talk to me a bit?

It'll keep me awake.

Talk about what?

Anything. I'm a curious guy,

I'm interested in everything.

Falling asleep? Tired?

Never mind, watch the road.

I am.

Why? Think I'm a bad driver?

You're sluggish.

- Want me to go faster?

- No, straighter.

You should trust me more.

I drive best when I've had a drink.

Sure, one maybe.

Why don't you drive

if you don't trust me?

Leave that alone!

Why should I?

Don't you ever get smashed?

It doesn't interest me.

Me neither, usually.

An occasional beer after work...

Even that...

I rarely have time.

Gotta be home by 6 sharp.

The sitter's waiting for me

at the door with her coat on.

She's always in a hurry. Dunno why.

Her time must be valuable.

Everyone's is, except mine.

My wife's, especially.

She's a corporate lawyer.

You can't imagine what it's like.

Business lunches every day,

always in meetings,

never home before 8 p.m.

Year in, year out.

She's so important

that after the kids were born

her partners came in person

to convince her

to come back to work. Imagine!

What're you doing?

A flat. I didn't do it on purpose.

Get out.

I'm going.

- No spare?

- In the trunk.

Go get it!

Get the jack!

- You got a jack?

- I must have one.

Where is it?

Know how it works?

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