It's about a hundred yards down the road, near the gas... station.

Then I il sleep.

Oh, Chuck, I just need to see the end of American Bandstand.

Stand at the corner.

Stand up.

It's probably a plugged up fuel line.

He's watchin' American Bandstand.

I'm just at some fruit stand.

Wait till you see this attendant.

A gas station if we're lucky.

We take new identities here. MAN 1 (outside)

What'd he say?

But I'm sure I filled it the day before yesterday.

When you get out, it's gonna be for good.

I stand corrected.

Okay, let me give you the theory of relativity.

I run a service station and sell some used cars.

I do not like a big desk lamp.

I don't like big desk lamps.

I traced it to a gas station in Cibola. That's where I got these.

I mean, that's a town. Downey. I mean, they would have a real gas station.

Pull in at the next pump.

Do you sell desk lamps here?

Now turn this way a little. Say, could you hold that lamp up, please?

How far is the next gas station?

The lamp on the desk had an out of kilter lampshade.

You gonna let that cat out in public?

Right you are, said the intruder in the former voice.

A customer is having his shoes shined on a slapped together stand.

Maybe.

But they They wouldn't have a shop in the middle of a park.

He said that Helen tripped over the lamp cord and the lamp smashed in the fireplace.

We put one every 25 miles on the freeway, and it turns out that translates into about 12,000 stations.

I was more religious than ever thought it could be.

I didn't know there was a problem with the plumbing.

You guys were really popular in high school too, right?

What's new in town?

Not especially.

Nowhere.

It's nothing.

Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.

I'm not.

Nothing.

No reason.

Nothing.