Where are we?
Somewheres east of nowhere.
We gonna keep goin’?
Yup. The end is near.
If you say so.
We gotta talk like this the whole time?
“The end is near.”
Just passin’ the time. Shootin’ the breeze.
Flappin’ yer gums, more like.
Cattle guard ahead.
Like crossin’ guards, you reckon?
Oh, come on.
Ok. In orange vests, I’m guessin’, and holdin’ up those little stop signs in their mouths.
That’s just dumb.
Hey, no fair.
What are we doin’ here, anyways?
Hell if I know.
Like what you get when you cross an elephant with a rhinoceros.