Take Me Home Page #3

You can fly anywhere in the

continental United States.

I don't fly.

3,000.

3,000 is carry the one,

still not enough.

- Four.

- Five.

- Done.

- Six.

- You said five.

- Five, tonight.

A thousand at the

end of each day.

Five days, 5,000.

- Plus accommodations.

- Done.

- And food.

- Fine.

Fine.

So, uh, Encinitas, huh?

Dan, is it?

Claire.

I'm dying up here.

It's this car.

It's depressing.

- You should take better care of it.

- Yeah?

That's funny you mention that.

I was just about to get, uh,

cashmere upholstery in here.

Beautiful.

But then I splurged on gasoline.

Well, I bet you spend

a lot of time in here.

You'd be surprised what a little T.L.C.

could do to brighten your mood.

Yeah, I don't think the

cab's the problem here.

Uh, it wouldn't kill us to get

out every once in a while.

You know, stretch our legs, get a sense

of where we are, how far we've come.

That's what, uh,

road trips are for.

Otherwise, Pennsylvania,

Kansas, Utah,

you know, they're just

names on a map.

Might as well be on

a plane looking down.

There.

Let's stop there.

There you go.

Wait, where?

Okay.

Can you pop the trunk?

Oh.

- Right. Let me...

- What's all this?

Uh, some guy I drove

last night left it.

- Can we get rid of it?

- No! No.

He, uh... He asked me

to hold onto it.

- He called about it, so...

- He must be really lonely.

You ever notice how really lonely

men have huge DVD collections?

Fills the void, I guess.

Ready?

Oh.

How can I lose?

How can I lose?

How can I lose with

the help I've got?

How can I lose?

How can I lose?

How can I lose with

the help I've got?

How can I lose?

Tell me,

how can I lose?

How can I lose with

the help I've got?

How can I lose?

How can I lose?

How can I lose with

the help I've got?

Was it an accident?

- What? - What happened

back in New York.

It's cool with me.

It's cool with me.

I'm just telling you, I don't want to get

dragged into something, you know, as...

As what?

An accomplice.

Come on.

You're driving cross-country

in a taxicab.

Your method of payment happens

to be your husband's checkbook.

And you don't want

your photo taken.

That's curious.

- I killed my husband.

- Shh.

Look, I don't really feel comfortable

telling you my life story.

He found out about the affair.

- What?

- Your husband.

He found out about the...

the bohunk living in Encinitas

we're heading out to see.

Oh, I should've known.

I see it now.

Look, I'm sure this is

a lot of fun for you,

but I don't feel comfortable

telling you my life story.

Then don't.

Less I know, the better.

Are you gonna do

this the whole trip?

You're not gonna talk,

I'm gonna fill in the gaps.

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