Big Driver

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Okay, so, a murderer

drowns his victim

with a mouthful of snow.

You get it'?

It melts.

No evidence.

Uh...

Hello?

Well,

it's different.

You know, could expand

your eskimo readership.

What do you think?

Yes, I love that outfit.

I'd kill for that.

Thank you.

All right.

So, here's the other one.

The girls find

a dead siamese twin

holding a fired gun,

all right?

They have to try to figure out

which twin killed the other.

Like that?

Oh. Here's a thought...

Maybe it wasn't murder.

Maybe it was suicide.

Yeah, personally,

I'd go

with the siamese twins.

They're enemies

the same organs.

That's twisted.

Yeah, "the willow grove

knitting society

goes to siam."

Girls use the needles

as chopsticks...

Total classic.

Can't go to siam...

It was renamed

thailand in 1948.

Did you know that?

And doreen hates

to fly.

I'm really glad

you liked it, though.

I'm gonna leave myself

a message later

with more details, but...

Okay.

What am I forgetting?

Did you put paint on your arm'?

Ah.

Okay, what am I forgetting?

Earrings.

Yes, earrings.

You know what'?

They should make

your novels into movies,

get like some big actress

with lots of oscars

to play the enigmatic

painter friend...

Who could very easily

be added to the plot.

I will tell hollywood

about your feelings. Look.

Thinking?

Ah, yes. Definitely.

I am so late.

I think it's great you get

a chance to meet your fans.

Ouch!

You okay'?

I'm fine.

By the way, fritz...

Totally pissed I'm going.

He'll get over it.

Far more importantly,

can I borrow some dvds'?

You must have like

every movie ever made.

I have movies that haven't

even been thought of yet.

Uh, chapstick, chapstick,

chapstick.

no chapstick.

All right.

Why do I get myself into these things?

Can you just tell me'?

Uh, hard, cold cash.

Take it.

Do something fun.

I put all of my speakers fees

in the bank.

That's fun, right?

Hey, you.

I'm gonna miss you.

You be nice to patsy

while I'm gone.

I got to get on the road.

Bye, fritz.

Give me a call

when you get back tonight.

We'll have a glass of wine.

Okay.

I just set the alarm.

You know the code. Thanks.

You're welcome.

You're lying.

Chap-stick. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Okay.

All right.

See you later.

Okay. Knock 'em dead.

Right, hopefully.

Bye.

Bye.

See you soon, girls.

And all the roses

seem to fade

And somehow

I have lost my way

sunlight always turns to

In two miles,

take the onramp

towards the I-84 north.

You always know

the best way, tom.

Time will pass,

and seasons change

we all start to act our age a'

now make a right turn

as the distance

makes us strange

play your part

up on the stage

and I'm tired of pretending

that I'm happy to be here

as our time together's ending

I just want to tell you

dear love

dear lo-o-o-ve a' you have

reached your destination.

Dear love

dear lo-o-o-ve

dear love

dear...

Thanks, tom.

I should let you out of there sometime.

It must get cramped.

Hello.

You take the 84'?

Did.

Ah.

Ramona Norvell,

president of the three bees.

Finally we meet

after all the phone yak.

Yes, ramona. Tess. It's so nice

to put a face to the voice.

Oh, ditto.

Ooh! Nice gps.

Oh, actually it's... imagine the

way it just sucks the information

down from some whirling

metal ball of technology

high above.

Right?

What are they gonna

think of next'?

Uh, excuse me.

I'm a bit of a mess.

Well, as I mentioned

in my e-mail,

we are all rabid fans

of the knitting society gals.

I'll be writing

your check

from our

books & brown baggers account

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