The Love Bug Page #4

and I'll find a replacement.

- I don't want the car replaced.

As a matter of fact,

I'm beginning to like it.

- Oh!

- Don't panic.

Don't panic. There must be

some place I can call a taxi.

Ooh!

Hey!

You know, for a moment

I thought you weren't going to stop.

What's the matter now?

Look, this is ridiculous.

Let's get back in the car, huh?

Hold it.

Hold it, everybody.

Just a moment, please.

Something the matter?

- Is this man bothering you?

- No, not exactly.

It's okay.

We're together.

- Is that your car?

- My...

Well, yes.

Yes, it is.

Okay, then.

Move along.

- Hey, bud.

- Yeah?

Not too smart

wandering around the park at night.

- Right.

- I'll drive.

She'll drive.

I should have given

you a citation.

You ought to have enough sense

to put your brakes on...

while your car is stopped!

Well then, if everything you say

about this car is true,

it's already

starting to happen.

- What's starting to happen?

- Us human beings.

We had a chance to make something

out of this world.

We blew it.

Okay.

- Another kind of civilization

is gonna take a turn.

- Give me an 11-mil wrench.

- I'm sitting up

on top of this mountain, right?

- Right.

- I'm surrounded by these gurus

and swamis and monks, right?

- Right.

- I'm lookin' at my stomach.

- Yeah.

- I'm knockin' back a little rice wine.

- Um-hmm.

Got some contemplation goin';

I see things like they are.

- I coulda told you all this was comin'.

- What's coming?

Jim, it's happening right under

our noses and we can't see it.

We take machines

and stuff 'em with information

until they're smarter than we are.

Take a car.

Most guys spread more

love and time and money...

on their car in a week than they do

on their wife and kids in a year.

Pretty soon,

you know what?

The machine starts

to think it is somebody.

I'm not saying a mechanical thing

can't be a friend.

Like, when I was

broke one summer,

there was this giant claw machine

in the Sutro Amusement Park.

It would grab cameras and watches

and drop them down a hole to me.

- And I would hock 'em and buy lunch.

You follow me?

- Yeah.

I think you were up

on that mountaintop too long.

Contrariwise, the traffic light

down the street hates my guts.

I don't know why.

But in the last six weeks...

I haven't caught anything

but a stop signal.

It makes me wait six seconds longer

than anybody else! I timed it!

Things like that happen

to lots of other people too.

But the other people

don't tell no other people,

because the other people

would say, "Hey-ey-ey-ey. "

Tennessee, that traffic light

is a lot of nuts and bolts.

This little car,

a lot of nuts and bolts.

Everything explains itself,

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