Road Trip, Anyone? On To Hollywood!
D: Are we there yet?
M: No.
D: Are we there yet?
M: No.
D: Are we there yet?
M: NO!!
D: (Whiny, little kid voice) Where are we going?
Am: We're going to Hollywood, Dhani. Be patient. Come on, you've
always wanted to go to Hollywood.
D: I don't like being trapped in the car.
(QB has had enough whining)
QB: Shut your trap, Dhani! Just sit there and be quiet for the love of
everything holy and truthful.
BZ: (from the back) Which is nothing.
QB: (turning around) Shut up, you.
S: Really, like you know anything, BZ-Bitchie.
BZ: Diiieeee!!
S: No way. Why the hell don't you?!
Am: Good one, Sara.
S: Thank you.
Am: You're welcome.
A: OK, we're in-what the?!
(They're almost literally in the middle of nowhere)
QB: Marie, where are we?
M: We're coming through Littleton, California. We're like eighty miles
from the Hollywood border.
D: That be good to know.
S: What is that supposed to mean?
A: Just that-it's good to know that we're going through Littleton,
California right now.
S: Um, okay.
M: Stop that incessant chatter.
(Silence)
M: Oh, never mind.
QB: Okay, then.
BZ: This sucks.
S: Everything sucks around you, Bzethio.
BZ: That's EL Bzethio to you, dipshit!
S: Diiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
M: Chill out back there. I can't drive with you guys screaming at each
other like that.
BZ: Good!
S: Shut up!
BZ: Why don't you?
S: 'Cause I'm above you, El Dorkio.
A: Chill, you two.
D: I want food.
S: You always want food.
D: I'm hungry!
A: We know, hon, and we know because you're ALWAYS hungry.
D: Oh. Oopsies.
Am: Are we there yet?
M: No.
Am: Are we there yet?
M: No.
Am: Are we there yet?
M: NO!!!
Am: Eep. Noo. Yipies.
S: We know, Amit.
A: Famous mantra.
M: Aly!
A: Sorry. Had to get that out.
D: Okay, baby.
M: We're on the border to Hollywood now.