Okay. That is an oddly specific stance on the matter. [places the tray on the seat] But I'm gonna keep this edible joy right here for when you change your mind.
GGuy
[yawning] I've got a better plan.
[Guy pulls his hat lower, folds his arms and nestles into his seat, drifting off to a refreshing and much-needed sleep]
Ah, good thinking, trav buddy. You take a load off and get some shuteye. [starts the car and drives on] You are safe and sound with old Sam behind the wheel.
[talking to Guy over the phone] Eight-three-five... Are you writing? 8351 North Bluff Gluff. North, not South.
GGuy
[trying to force Mr. Jenkins the Chickeraffe back into the briefcase] Yes. And you're sure that's where he lives? The little man who ordered the green eggs and ham?
WWaitress
Oh, yes! Sam! That's right! You guys are briefcase buddies!
Anyhoo, as a Quintuple Stainless Member, you are now entitled to a complimentary lullaby! So, if you'll just snuzzle yourself into bed and allow me to tuck you in...
GGuy
If you don't mind...
[He hurriedly pushes the bellhop away to stop him from seeing Mr. Jenkins, who is still causing havoc in his hotel room]
Absolutely not! You never pick up hitchhikers on the side of the road, E.B., or anywhere else for that matter. [activates auto lock and E.B. turns off the auto lock]
I will not look at him because taking my eyes of the road would make a dangerous situation even more dangerous, plus the tenor of his voice clearly indicates that he’s a deranged lunatic.
