Dead End

-You know Mom hates when I'm late.

-I told you...

we should have left earlier.

It's the same damn thing every year.

It's always:
"Where are my

blue shoes, dear?"

Or:
"Dad, I can't find

my Marilyn Bronson CD."

-Marilyn Manson.

-Whatever her name is.

-She's a guy, dad.

-Marilyn? A guy?

What's the world coming to?

-Oh, boy...

-Are you all right, darling?

Yeah.

Dad! Dad!

Oh, God!

My God, what happened?

-Are we there yet?

-ls anybody hurt?

-Marion, are you okay?

-Are you crazy?

-You almost killed us!

-I'm sorry. I must have dozed off.

I hope you slept well. Maybe

I should whip you up some breakfast.

Nobody is hurt.

Get off my back, all right?

For Pete's sakes, why don't you

let someone else drive, for once?

Don't worry.

That woke me up.

The pie is probably ruined.

-Oh, Jesus!

-What is that?

-It's pumpkin and chocolate.

-Smells like ass.

I'd better go out and check the car.

The son of a b*tch didn't even stop!

-Where are we?

-We're on the road.

-What does it look like?

-What happened to the lnterstate?

I thought we could take

the back-way for a change.

What's wrong with the lnterstate?

We've taken it for years!

I was bored.

And I didn't wanna... fall asleep.

-That seemed to work.

-All right.

Car looks okay.

No damage.

-Want me to take the wheel, dad?

-No, thank you, dear.

-I'm growing attached to this car.

-Here we go again.

Did you or did you not put

the Mercedes in the junkyard?

-lt wasn't my fault!

-I'm just teasing you, sweetheart.

There certainly aren't

very many people on this road.

It's Christmas Eve. Most people

are at home, with their families.

-Damn, I'm starving!

-Me too.

I hope your mother doesn't get

experimental with that turkey.

Look, can we drop the subject?

I don't feel very good.

Are you okay, honey-bunny?

You want us to stop?

Long car rides make me queasy. And

all this talk food isn't helping any.

-How about a couple of bookers?

-Shut up, Richard!

-Or some Macaroni and dick-cheese.

-Richard, that's disgusting!

But, mom, there really is a cheese

called dick-cheese. Chinese make it.

You've had dick-cheese before,

right, Brad?

-Grow up, Richard.

-It's 7:
30 already, darling.

I'm aware of that, Laura. I thought

we'd come to a junction by now.

Jesus, Laura, do you have

to suck on it like that?

-That's the way I drink.

-All right, you guys. Calm down.

-Take it easy.

-Marion is right.

When I played baseball, they taught

us this technique to help us relax.

I still use it sometimes.

You breathe in deeply through your

nose and out through your mouth.

Thank you, Brad.

Yeah, thanks, Brad.

-Can I ask you a question, though?

-Sure.

Was your entire school gay,

or was it just the baseball team?

-Richard!

-What?

Richard, it's a technique we use

to helps us get in what we call...

..."The Zone".

-The Homo Zone?

Richard!

This is such a beautiful night!

Does anybody know the name of that

really bright star right in front of us?

There's 1 50 billion stars

up there, for Christ's sake.

That one I know. That bright one is

the North Star. The only one I know.

Thank you.

-Let's sing a song, everybody.

-Okay. What?

-How about "Yellow Submarine"?

-We always do that one.

-Brad, how about "Y.M.C.A"?

-It's Christmas, so how about...

"Jingle Bells"?

Come on. Come on.

You like that part, don't you?

Why did you stop?

A woman.

I saw a woman in the forest.

-Cool. Dad is tripping out.

-Richard.

-Are you sure, dad?

-Well, yeah.

Dressed in white.

She was holding something.

F***!

Hi there.

We are a little lost.

You wouldn't happen to know the

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