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Somebody should say something.
There's nothing to say.
I've been to a lot of funerals.
I've folded the flag and given it|to a lot of wives and fathers and kids
and told them how sorry I was.
But that's not what I was really feeling.
In the back of my mind, |I was always saying, "better them than me."
But I don't believe that now.
Now I realize there are some things|worse than death
and one of them is sitting here waiting to die.
I don't want to die here.
I saw a couple of buses in the garage.
We could reinforce them, |then get as far from here as possible.
- And then what?|- I have an idea. Um...
why don't we swing by the marina
and hop in my boat and take it|for a pleasure cruise, you jackasses.
Wait. There's islands in the lakes, |there's not a lot of people on them.
I was kidding.
- How far is the marina?|- Oh, my god!
- you're serious?|- I think it's a damn good idea.
How about the rest of you?
- Kenneth?|- Yeah, it's a good idea.
We have to pick up andy.|He's part of the group.
Excuse me. Not to *** on anyone's riff|but let me see if I grasp this concept.
You're saying we take the parking shuttles, |reinforce them with aluminum siding
and then head to the gun store
where our friend andy plays some|cowboy-movie, jump-on-the-wagon ***.
Then we drive across a ruined city|through thousands of dead cannibals,
all so we can sail off into the sunset|on this *** ***'s boat?
And head for some island|which may not even exist?
- Yeah.|- Pretty much, yeah.
Yeah.
Ok.
I'm in.