Planes, Trains and Automobiles Page #5

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officer.

Hi.

Is there something

I can help you with?

What the hell you driving?

We had a small fire

last night.

You have any idea how fast

you were going?

Our speedometer's melted.

It's hard to say

with any degree of accuracy

how fast we were going.

Well, yeah.

I can buy that. Sure.

You'd know better than us,

especially since

our speedometer's melted.

You feel this vehicle is safe

for highway travel?

Yes, I do.

It's not pretty,

but it will get you

where you want to go.

You got no outside mirror.

It's lost.

You have no

functioning gauges.

No, not a one.

However, the radio still works.

Funny as that may seem,

the radio's the only thing

that's really working good.

Don't ask me how.

I can't let you go.

Can't what?

It's not fit

for the road.

The vehicle

will be impounded

until it's made

safe for travel.

OK, officer, I admit

I broke the law,

and for that

I'm really sorry.

You got me there,

and I won't argue

one iota, I swear.

However, um...

if you impound our car,

I'll be unable

to get my friend home

for his Thanksgiving dinner.

Well, our ship has come in.

It's free and it's nonstop.

I said I'd get you home.

Just so the heater's working.

The driver's a little freaky

about people riding

in his cab.

We can't sit there.

Then where are we

supposed to ride?

Beats walking, huh?

You know,

you're going to be in Chicago

in less than three hours,

around there,

if we don't hit traffic,

and I don't think we should

since it's Thanksgiving.

We're moving now.

You believe this?

It's been a hell of a trip.

Sure has.

But, uh, after all

is said and done,

you did get me home.

Next time, let's go first class,

all right?

God, I hope there

isn't a next time.

I know.

This you?

Yeah.

It's been great meeting you.

I'm sorry if I caused

you any trouble.

You got me home,

and, uh...

a little late.

A couple days.

But, uh...

I'm a little wiser, too.

Me, too.

Happy holidays.

Same to you.

Happy Thanksgiving, Neal.

Give my love to the family.

Maybe I'll meet them someday.

Say hello to Marie for me.

Yeah.

So... OK.

And you have

a happy Thanksgiving.

Hey, you know it.

So long.

I like...

I like me.

My wife likes me.

At the very least,

the absolute minimum,

you've got

a woman you love

to grow old with, right?

I'm spending

too much time away.

I haven't been home

in years.

I haven't been home

in years.

I haven't been home

in years.

Del, what are you

doing here?

You said you were going home.

What are you doing here?

I, uh...

I don't have a home.

Marie's been dead

for eight years.

Boy, you are

one lucky guy, Neal.

I know.

I won't stay long.

Maybe I'll just say hi,

then be on my way.

Just come on.

Hiya, kiddo.

Daddy!

Hey!

Hey!

Neal's home!

Del Griffith,

meet my father-in-law Walt,

my mother-in-law Peg,

my mother Joy,

and my dad Martin.

Welcome, Del.

This little guy's

Neal Jr.,

my little gem Marti,

and somewhere around here

is my baby boy Seth.

Honey, I'd like you to meet

a friend of mine.

Hello, Mr. Griffith.

Hello, Mrs. Page.

You're messing

with the wrong guy!

I can take anything.

Who's that?

You're no saint.

I never did

introduce myself.

Del Griffith.

Del Griffith.

Del Griffith.

Del Griffith.

I can take anything.

Wow! Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

I mean, that was close.

You're messing

with the wrong guy!

We can laugh

about it now.

We're all right.

Ha ha ha!

Del Griffith. Del Griffith.

D- D-D-Del...

Who's that?

You're no saint.

Del Griffith.

Who's that?

I can take anything.

We can laugh about it.

How can you stand it?

How can you stand it?

Del Griffith.

Who's that?

Wow!

How can you stand it?

Del Griffith.

How can you stand it?

Ha ha ha!

I mean, that was close.

You're messing

with the wrong guy!

We can laugh

about it now.

We're all right.

Ha ha ha!

Del Griffith. Del Griffith.

D- D-D-Del...

Who's that?

No saint.

Del Griffith.

Who's that?

I can take anything.

Here's two.

You're three.

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