— 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.
