Say what you mean, mean what you say. You know, if everybody followed that rule, there would be a lot less trouble.
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— How do you start a conversation with the girl of your dreams, without coming of like a total dork?
— Don's say anything. Let her start.
— Ever hear Fred Turned mister Oliver?
— No sir.
— Well, he was an historian. About a hundert years ago, he came up with the theory about the Frontiere. Said, the Frontiere was a... safty velve for civilization. Place for people to go, to keep them from going mad. So... whanever were folks, who couldn't fit in with ways things were... Nuts, malcontents, extremists... Thay'd packed up and head for the Frontiere. So America got started. All the crackpods and trouble makers in Europa, packed up, and went to a Frontiere, which became, The Thirteen Colonies... When some people couldn't fit in with that, they moved further west. Which is why all the nust eventually ended up in Califonia. Turned died in 1942. So, he wond around long enought to see what would happen to the World, when we ran out of Frontiere. Some people say, we had a Frontiere in the mind. And they go off and explore the wonderfull world of alcohol, and drugs, but, that's no Frontiere. It's just another way for us to fool ourselves... And we've created this phonyfrontiere with computers. Which allows people to think thay've escaped... Frontiere with acces fees...
— What about Space? The final Frontiere?
— Ah, Star Trek isn't Space. That's television. Find fucken Frontiere, that is. Besides, how many folks can just pack up, and go to Space? Naa, the Frontiere is just here, Interstate 60. That's why I was put here. Give people, who wanted a little different, place to go.
— The choice is clear. The Orient 620. The American made car, for American made drivers.
— See, that's a lie. Orient engins are made in Japan.
— Guilt Signal. The movie everyone's talking about.
— That's another lie. We're not talking about it.
— We're the United State's Post Office. We care.
— Oh, that's the biggest wopper of all!
— Hey, Bob Cody. I don't drive. And I don't like to hitch-hike. When hitch-hike, I'm at the marcy of the driver. But when I pay for the ride, I'm the employer, and I call the shots. That's how I like it. So... you wonna work for me?
— Well, I'm going to Danver. I wouldn't mind making some money.
— Good. I'm going to Renburg. It's on your way. Here's mine proposition. You pay for gas, pay for your meals. No alcohol while you're on pay role. I pick radio stations, I initiate all conversations. I'll pay you ten dolars casch every hour. And the mileage money, when we get to Renburg. In all other matters... You play straight with me, I'll play straight with you. So, we have a contract?
— We have a contract.
— So, who is my new employee?
— Neal Oliver.
— Mr. Oliver, you may call me «Mr. Cody». Or «sir».
— You got it sir.
I like cigaretts. Package says they cause cancer, and they do.
