El Director Vision: Surviving the Wild Page #4

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carry on the family tradition.

- Family tradition?

Grandpa Gus went to Louisville.

- I know Gus went to Louisville.

But your father and I

went to Kentucky,

and your father's entire side

of his family went to Kentucky,

and we're all Wildcats.

- You went there just to spite

grandpa, didn't you?

- I went to Kentucky because

I was dating your father,

and I didn't go

just to spite Gus.

I got a scholarship...

which didn't make Gus too happy.

Can you please text me

when your dad picks you up?

And promise me you'll have

a good time, okay?

- Yeah.

- Love you.

- Love you, Mom.

- Go give Riley a hug for me.

- I love you.

- Love you.

- Love you more.

- Okay, there's the rope.

Get that.

- Tent.

- Okay.

Flares.

You're going to need flares.

Get the flares.

What have I taught you?

- Always prepare.

- Well, I didn't say it

like that, did I?

- It's something with a bunch

of P's, I don't really remember.

- Perfectly proper preparation

is paramount.

- That's it.

Perfectly proper

preparation is paramount.

Or is it Paul's pecker

is precisely proportionate?

I get those mixed up.

Shut up, grandpa.

What?

Paul is a bird in this scenario,

and his pecker... you never heard

of a woodpecker?

- Oh, I've heard of it.

- Heard what?

Sorry to scare you.

I'm here to walk Riley.

- Oh, right.

We're actually going on vacation

for, like, a week or so.

And we're taking Riley with us,

so we'll call you

when we get back.

- Oh, right on.

I think it's great

that you talk to him.

- Talk to who?

- The dog.

I think it's healthy.

A lot of people

don't talk to their pets.

- Yeah, of course.

The dog.

That's definitely important.

- Right.

Right on.

- Right on.

- It's healthy to talk to a dog,

but talking to your dead grandpa

makes you a whackadoodle.

- Maybe I am a whackadoodle,

gramps.

- Yeah, maybe you are.

And speaking of whackadoodles,

how are you going

to get out there?

- How do you think?

The Beast.

The Beast? No way, no way.

- You can't... you can't take that

thing out there by yourself,

- Come on, Riley!

Come on, boy.

Come on, Riley.

The Beast, baby.

Come on, Riles.

- I know I encourage you

to be your own man and all that,

but maybe this is taking things

a little too far.

- You taught me

how to drive this thing.

- Yeah, in some dusty

back roads where you couldn't...

hit anything.

- Trust me, grandpa.

Everything is going to be fine.

- Okay, get over.

- Sorry.

- Watch it.

Left, left, left.

What are you trying to do,

kill me?

- You're already dead.

- Thank God.

- Whoo-hoo!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Whoa. Sorry, gramps.

- Keep your eyes on the road,

as they say.

- Sorry. Sorry.

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