Peter: How am I breaking your heart?
Scampi: I dunno.
[SOUNDS OF SCHOOLKIDS IN THE ROAD.]
Peter: Sometimes we trade our dreams in for other more useful things. Like lunch vouchers.
Scampi: I know.
Peter: Sometimes we collect things for years, and other times we clean our houses.
Scampi: That’s true.
Peter: I am feeling emotionally fragile today.
Scampi: I can tell that.
Scampi: The days are getting longer and longer, aren’t they?
Peter: They are.
Scampi: After we traverse the desert ahead, can we press on to the ocean?
Peter: I think that’s a good idea.
Scampi: Thanks, Peter.
Peter: The next town after this is Muncie.
Scampi: Or Carmel.
Peter: Yes. Or Carmel.
Scampi: Well, do you want to stop in Muncie?
Scampi: We could have a bottle of wine in a park somewhere.
Peter: As long as that doesn’t contravene any, uh –
Scampi: Municipal ordinances?
Scampi: Don’t worry.
Peter: It is in my nature.
Scampi: I know it is. How far off are we?
Peter: An hour. Maybe two.
Scampi: Look at those clouds shot through with sunlight.
Peter: I noticed them.
Scampi: Maybe it’s not you after all. Maybe it’s the clouds.