"Hey, Senor McKay." "Que pasa, bud?" "Hey, brother, what's up?" "I just got done stuffing my face." "Cool, I just got done taking my last final." "I'm a free man till next semester starts." "Yeah, what are you going to do with all that freedom?" "Probably nothing." "That's a novel concept." "Well, I had two trips planned, but then with the Peach Pit After Dark opening this week," "Donna canceled our annual ski trip to Arrowhead, and then Kelly and I were going to Palm Springs, but with the burn, she doesn't want to be laying by the pool, getting a tan." "Yeah, yeah, so what do you think, you want to take a little road trip with me?" "What'd you have in mind?" "I was thinking maybe Lake Whitney, couple of days, camping out." "Cool." "When do we leave?" "In about an hour." "No, seriously, when do we leave?" "In about an hour." "I only got three days and my probation kicks in, I lose my driver's license." "So, that's cool. I'll drive." "No, dude, when I said road trip, I was thinking of a... road trip." "You want to go to Lake Whitney on motorcycles?" "!" "The thought had crossed my mind." "Well, from what I hear, The Peach Pit After Dark is basically a disaster waiting to happen." "And that they think they're actually going to open for business in two days is a total joke." "Just thinking about it pisses me off." "Not that I care anymore, you understand." "I just feel badly for Nat." "He's the one whose reputation is on the line here." "I mean, David and Clare, they're my friends, but they are completely ill-equipped to run a night club, and deal with a venal egomaniac like my father." "The truth is, if Rush wasn't such a miserable human being I'd probably be feeling sorry for him right about now." "I mean, he must've sunk at least two bills into this place so far, but that's his problem, not mine." "I mean, that's what he gets for cutting me out of the deal, right?" "Well, yeah, you're much better off not being involved." "I'm telling you, the day the judge prohibited me from participating in any parties was the first day of the rest of my life." "Nat." "Yeah?" "How's everything going in the war room?" "Fantastic. lt's really coming together." "Poor guy." "Oh, your father is such a hoot." "Yeah, a royal pain in the hoot." "No, I'm serious." "Look, I know you guys have a weird relationship, but he's fun, and he's so professional, too." "Hey, maybe everything's going to work out after all." "Shut up, Muntz." "I'm telling you, it's true, it's me and Shecky Greene and 50 girls from the Follies Bergere running around with their bazoomies hanging out, and I look over in the corner and standing in the wings" "is Mother Teresa" "and Dwight D. Eisenhower." "Yeah, right." "Uh-uh." "l swear to God." "You don't believe me." "No, I don't believe..." "You remember when I wanted to lay out traps for the field mice and you wouldn't let me and you said what harm do they do?" "Luckily Brenda's sleeping bag was spared." "You don't think she'll mind, do you?" "Well, I don't imagine so." "I don't think she'll be using it this weekend." "But, honey, I thought you were going to stay in motels." "That's only tonight." "After that it's man against nature." "Well, suppose it rains?" "Honey, I really think that taking the station wagon is a much better idea." "Mom, I know I haven't ridden a bike in a while, but we're gonna be fine." "Well, Dylan doesn't exactly have a great driving record." "Dad, he's past his toxic stage." "I hope so." "I guess you can use this as a chance to rekindle your friendship." "That's the whole point." "It's an American tradition." "Two old buds hitting the road." "It's Easy Rider." "Brandon, that film ended with both riders being blown to bits." "Guess that means it didn't have a happy ending, huh?" "Hey, babe, you're just in time to convince my parents the only bad thing that's gonna happen on this trip is that you're going to miss me while I'm gone." "Oh, don't count on it." "Look what I got invited to." "200 bucks for a one-day workshop?" "No, no, they gave it to me for free for getting an "A" in Abnormal Psych." "Well, congratulations." "Thank you." "Well, obviously Patrick Finley doesn't work cheap." "Who's Patrick Finley?" "He's one of the most popular professors on campus." "He's practically reinventing the field of modern psychology." "He has this very unorthodox theory." "It's called the "New Evolution"." "I thought they were still arguing about the old evolution." "Some people are, but some of us have to pack." "Want some help?" "l'd love some." "Cool." "Come over here." "You and Dylan better not compare notes about me." "No." "'Cause if you do," "Kelly and I are gonna have to spend the weekend gossiping about you and Dylan." "Well, you'll have to gossip without me, because I've been invited to Professor Finley's workshop." "Really?" "So was I." "You were?" "You got an "A" in Abnormal Psych?" "Well, with the family that I have, I should have gotten an A-plus." "That's Dylan." "Listen, I'll get it." "You guys finish packing." "You know, I wasn't going to go to the workshop, but now that you are, it might be kind of fun." "It was going to be." "Kelly, you said you'd start being nicer to her." "Yeah, I know, I know, but a whole day of Valerie?" "I'll try." "Okay." "But isn't it kind of cold up in the mountains this time of year?" "Yeah, it'll be a little brisk." "Brandon will build one of his award-winning campfires." "Well, lucky for you, Brandon was a Boy Scout." "Once a Webelo, always a Webelo." "Saddle up, man." "Let's get out of here." "All right." "Hey, George picked out a 916 for you." "Arguably, the best motorcycle in the world." "Cool." "Why am I so nervous?" "Because you're a mom." "Listen, Cindy, don't worry about it." "I'll take care of your boy, all right?" "Let's hit it." "Bye, guys." "Bye, hon." "Let's go." "You know, a week ago, I would have said there was no possible way we would've been ready" "to open by tomorrow night." "Mm-hmm." "Well, if we've proven anything, it's that most problems can be solved with a..." "a little teamwork and a lot of cash." "I have two burgers left." "Who's missing?" "Oh." "Ray and Donna said they'll be back in a couple minutes." "Oh, cool." "Oh, tell me about this kid Ray." "Where did he play before?" "Ray, what is the worst thing that can happen to you?" "The worst thing that can happen?" "I get up onstage to sing, I open my mouth, and nothing comes out." "Then I puke, then I die." "Ray!" "Look, I know you went out on a limb to get me this gig, but I'm telling you, it's just too soon." "You're always going to feel that way until you make some sort of effort to deal with your stage fright." "Now, just stand up there onstage and, and, and try to find something to focus on." "Right, like looking at a light is going to make me feel better about tomorrow." "Okay, then you tell me." "What would make you feel better?" "How about getting Stow to play on the beat?" "Or how about a new bridge for "l Know the Game?"" "'Cause the way the song goes now, it just doesn't work." "Your songs are fine." "Your bass player is fine." "Yeah, everything's fine." "What's up, Easy Rider?" "Was I going too fast for you?" "What would give you that idea?" "I don't know, the fact I haven't seen you in about 20 minutes." "Uh-huh." "The place we're staying is right up the road." "So, what are you going to have, bro?" "You know, I think Kerouac said it best." "Going on the road's all about finding good pie." "I don't think Kerouac was eating from the four basic food groups." "Okay, darlings, what can I get you?" "Uh... uh, could I have the, uh, mushroom barley soup and the garlic bread, please?" "How's the apple pie?" "is it homemade?" "I baked it myself in my own little oven." "I'd like to see that oven." "You and me both." "Could we see your oven?" "Take a number." "Okay." "I'll have the pie and a cup of coffee." "Mercy." "You're having pie for dinner?" "Dude, I'm having whatever she's bringing me, okay?" "Health is overrated." "On this trip, I'm feeding my soul." "Man, the last time I heard somebody talk about" ""feeding their soul", I was in Washington on task force business." "Oh, please." "No, this is good." "I walk into this reception, there's Lucinda Nicholson, right?" "Look, man, the last person I want to hear about is Lucinda Nicholson." "No, this is a funny story, I'm telling you lt's not a funny story." "Every time I hear her name, I get reminded how she tried to hustle me into financing that stupid documentary while you were off for the weekend hustling Kelly." "My father told me we'd be fighting before we got to the campground." "Well, I just didn't want us to not have anything to talk about, you know." "Well, what would you like to talk about, Jack Kerouac?" "Hey, yeah, let's talk about Jack Kerouac." "Okay, let's talk about Jack Kerouac." "I read On the Road, I hated it." "What do you mean, you hated it?" "I hated it. I read The Dharma Bums, I hated that, too." "How're my boys doing?" "Yeah, Mom, I can appreciate that, but I'm gonna go to bed now." "I love you, too." "Good-bye." "What?" "!" "Hi, Brandon." "I was hoping you'd call." "How are you doing?" "Worn out." "I made the mistake of telling my mom I'm going to that Finley workshop tomorrow, and she went on and on about how when she was pregnant, she went to her first consciousness-raising seminar." "I'm sorry I missed that." "Did you take notes?" "Fortunately, no." "Where are you?" "A little town called Lone Pine." "Are you sure you two aren't shacking up with some biker babes?" "Nope. lt's just me, Dylan and the open wound." "Open road, honey." "Open wound feels more like it." "So, you're not having fun?" "Not yet." "Listen, I'll call you back tomorrow." "Yeah, I love you, too." "Good night." "You didn't have to wait till I got in the shower to call her, you know?" "Well, thanks for telling me that." "I could call her back if you want to say good night, too." "You got a problem?" "No, I don't have a problem, but any question I had about our friendship was answered by the way you looked after seeing Kelly at my house." "Look, don't talk to me about Kelly, all right?" "I don't want to hear about Kelly anymore." "Why don't we just get all this stuff together and get back on the road tomorrow?" "Sure, we'll get back on the road, and I'll be watching your license plate all day." "is it my fault you can't keep up with me?" "I don't think so." "Okay, I'll make it a no-brainer." "I'll just go back to L.A. tomorrow morning." "Why don't you just go back tonight?" "'Cause I already paid for the room." "Good night." "Are we nuts to take a class on semester break?" "If we are, we're not the only nuts." "Great." "We've become one with the pod people." "Wouldn't you rather be shopping?" "Ask me in a couple of hours." "Kelly!" "I'm glad you made it." "Oh, hi, Sara." "You, uh, know Valerie Malone from Abnormal Psych, right?" "I graded your exam." "I'm surprised we haven't met before." "Well, I've missed a lot of classes." "Mostly due to illness." "Sorry." "Are you feeling better?" "Uh, still a little weak, so I might have to leave early." "I think they're about to start." "Hello, everyone." "I'm Dan McGrath, and I am one of six grad students, uh, with swanky name tags who will be assisting Patrick Finley over what should be a very illuminating session." "Feel safe, people." "There are no externs here." "They're distractions." "What is an "extern"?" "An outsider critical of someone else's search for meaning." "Oh, right, of course." "Now, the title of "professor"" "doesn't begin to convey the importance of this man in each of our lives." "Please welcome Patrick Finley." "I have three words for you:" "We... have... evolved." "Yes!" "What do you think, you want to get a little breakfast before we head back?" "What do you mean "we"?" "I've seen you drive that thing, Junior." "I'm not gonna let you head back by yourself." "Ah, you're worried about me?" "That's very sweet." "Not really. I just promised George I'd get his bike back in one piece." "Sounds a little more like it." "Okay, if you do die, I don't want to be the one to have to tell your family." "I don't want to ruin your little road trip, man." "So don't." "Let's keep going." "You sure?" "You really want to keep going?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "Why not?" "I mean, I'm stuck with you for the rest of the day, and you're stuck with me, so..." "All right." "Yeah." "No more usage of the "K" word." "You got it, Jack." "And so, about 40,000 years ago, some Neanderthals decided to go hunting in a group, and voila, modern man was born." "Now, I don't know about you, but I have trouble saying "modern"" "and "40,000 years ago" in the same breath." "Let's face it, a lot can happen in 2,000 generations." "Shopping's looking better and better." "Shh!" "I want to hear this." "What we are is something else entirely." "We feel it every day of our lives:" "the possibility of something greater." "We are, each of us... homo lucens-- shining man." "Oh, brother." "But we're in limbo, aren't we?" "Valerie." "Cut off from our past, unable to reach our destiny, incapable of changing even our own lives." "And by the way, I wouldn't make it sound so dire if there wasn't something we can do about it." "Sara, Dan, let's get some groups going here." "Do things a little different." "I want each of us to go home tonight transformed." "That is definitely my cue to hasta la vista." "You're leaving?" ""Shining man"?" "Who's he kidding?" "Kelly, can you give me a hand here?" "Yeah." "To each his own." "Kel, don't let her influence you." "Do you know what I'm saying?" "Yeah." "If you're trying to change your life, the last thing you need is some negator holding you back." "You're right." "is it running all right?" "It's running great." "I, on the other hand, am dying." "Yeah." "Look at that." "200 miles from nowhere, still "No Trespassing."" "Hey, everything from the mountains to the beach is just real estate, man." "Somebody owns every square inch of it." "Yeah, well, right now, this square yard belongs to me, my brother." "Guess again." "This is the lngesaw reservation." "That's scared burial ground you're flooding." "Oh, man." "Oh, man." "You mean this is some kind of cemetery?" "Shouldn't you guys, like, mark it or something?" "What do you think that is?" "Listen, we're really sorry." "Let me see your licenses." "What?" "You're, you're gonna give me a ticket?" "Shh!" "Here you go, Officer, no problem." "One down, one to go." "Stay here." "That's great, man, he's got our licenses." "You didn't even think to ask to see a badge" "or anything?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you were the expert in dealing with law enforcement." "Expert?" "Who's the one that decided to pull in and take a leak on a sacred tree?" "Hey, if it was up to me, we'd be home by now." "Listen to you!" "You make a mistake, you can't even admit it?" "!" "The only mistake I made was coming on this trip with you." "Oh, you know, you are such a baby!" "Here comes the chief." "I could arrest you for illegal trespass on a reservation and desecrating a religious shrine, but maybe there's a better way." "Like, uh, we, uh, you know, pay a fine, make a donation?" "No." "Work detail." "Chain gang?" "Dude..." "We'll take it." "Follow me." "I guess I'm beginning to wonder what I'm doing here." "I mean not here, on the planet, just here." "Then let's get back to the fire." "You said you thought your life would be different afterwards." "How?" "My mother was a model, so growing up, I was always really worried about how I looked." "And part of me still thinks that that's important." "But compared to almost dying in a fire, it seems pretty meaningless." "Well, not meaningless." "It's a big part of everyone's life, but..." "Listen up!" "We are trying to create a moment of clarity by sharing one truth about our own lives." "It's that simple." "Don't analyze." "Oh, is that what I was doing?" "Please." "Look, are you happy with your life?" "Just give me a simple answer to my simple question." "It's not a simple question." "Believe me, it is." "But everyone's life is..." "Forget about everyone." "You don't know about everyone." "Tell me about you." "It will never be easier than right this second." "Set aside your fears, Kelly; tell the truth." "In the fire... when the flames came through the door, everything stopped for me." "I could hear my own thoughts." "And I was thinking," ""Please, God, don't burn my face." "Burn the other girl if you have to, but don't take me."" "This other girl, Alison, had saved my life, and that's what I was thinking." "And she nearly died." "I want to change my life... but I don't know how." "Okay, boys, what we need to have is a hole this size in the shape of a circle, exactly one foot deep." "It's gonna take all day." "Make that two feet deep." "Pile the dirt up over here." "The sides have to be perfectly..." "The bottom has to be perfectly..." "Here's the tape." "Got some shovels?" "Over here." "Here, Dylan." "Thanks a lot." "Don't you have one for me?" "You supervise." "Make sure that the sides are perfectly..." "That the bottom is perfectly... I'll be back to check on you." "Wait, I have to do all the digging?" "Ask your supervisor." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Come on." "You're a bright boy." "Figure it out." "Dylan, the guy has our driver's licenses." "We said we'd do work detail." "Oh, no, Brandon." "You said we'd do work detail." "All right, when the guy comes back, we'll tell him we'd rather be arrested on a reservation where, for all I know, the United States Constitution doesn't even apply." "Okay." "I'll dig the hole." "I will dig the hole, but there is no way you are supervising me." "You got it?" "The ground's hard as a rock!" "Dylan..." "Shut up. I mean it." "Don't even talk to me right now, Brandon." "Hey, Steve." "Donna?" "is our telethon committee meeting now?" "Uh, no, not till next week." "Actually, I just, I, I came to pick your brain." "Well, it's better than picking my nose, isn't it?" "Um, remember when we were in high school, at the Pigskin Prom, when you were David's manager, and right before he went on, he was really nervous?" "What, what'd you say to him?" "I told him, "Get out there, or I'll break your fingers."" "It seemed to do the trick." "Well, do you think you could say that to Ray?" "He's supposed to go on tomorrow night, but he's paralyzed with stage fright, and I don't know what to do." "Why don't you just sleep with him?" "Funny." "No, it's not funny." "And, frankly, it's quite insensitive of you to come here and ask me advice on anything even remotely connected with the Peach Pit After Dark!" "I'm sorry." "I just assumed..." "Well, don't assume!" "Don't assume anything other than it's very painful for me to watch you," "David and Clare..." "This was my idea!" "And now it's Rush's idea?" "Don't assume anything, okay?" "Okay." "Donna... if you really want to motivate him, why don't you just shave your head like Susan Powter?" "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind." "No, seriously, if you really want to get through to him, really make an impact, inspire him, go to the source," "the master!" "The who?" "Vince Lombardi." "Vince Lombardi?" "Vince Lombardi." "How's he doing?" "Great." "Fantastic." "Do you really think he's doing a good job?" "Yeah, absolutely." "Are the sides..." "And the bottom's..." "Are they really?" "No." "No, no, not really." "Oh, you lunatics!" "The two of you can do whatever you want to do with this hole." "I'm not digging anymore." "Bro..." "Don't "bro" me." "We're not talking, remember?" "And you, what is this?" "All of a sudden I give up all my rights?" "There's no such thing as forced labor, and if there was, I ain't it." "That's one pissed-off kid." "Yep." "Well, you'd better get a move on." "At this rate, you're gonna be here all night." "Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, sir." "This doesn't seem to be working very well." "Isn't there some other way we can make amends?" "Not really." "Not for what you've done." "It's your responsibility, Brandon." "Look, bro, I agree this is totally unfair, but what am I supposed to do?" "Oh, no, just do what you've been doing." "Sit there fat and lazy while I'm sweating" "my ass off." "Fine, let me dig." "Uh-uh." "No way." "Why, so I can hear you for the rest of my life telling everybody how you bailed me out?" "l don't think so." "Hey, it's my fault we're in this situation, okay?" "So, let me dig for a while." "When he comes back, we'll switch places." "Okay, for a while." "Thanks." "So what's the deal with Donna?" "Well, the good news is, she's not going nuts." "At least not in the way we thought." "So, then what was all the yelling about?" "I'm getting this sinking feeling our opening act may have a slight problem performing in front of a crowd." "Are you telling me, Ray has stage fright?" "You said it, I didn't." "So, how worried about this should we be?" "Well, right now, she's in my room watching a videotape of some old football coach giving his players a pep talk before the big game, so..." "Let's have a little chat with Donna." "Yeah." "Hey, guys." "Hi, Kel." "The most amazing thing happened to me today." "Professor Finley said it was practically" "a "breakthrough ascendancy."" "A what?" "Clare, can you get in here, please?" "Hold that thought." "Sorry, but knowing that you're expecting a 30 year-old videotape of Vince Lombardi to help you motivate Ray... I don't know, it just makes me a little nervous." "Well, don't be." "I've got it under control." "Hi, Kel." "How was the workshop?" "Fantastic." "Finley is one of the most remarkable people I've ever met." "Well, maybe we can get him to help Ray." "Okay." "You know what?" "Why don't you leave and I'm just gonna do my homework, okay?" "I'll see you later." "Bye-bye." "Bye-bye." "Do you mind?" "Uh, David and I need to have a quick powwow in private." "Oh, be my guest." "I'll just go for a walk and tell the seagulls how happy I am." "What do you figure this hole is for anyway?" "To hide our decomposing bodies." "I just don't get what we're doing here, man." "Well, young Brandon, think of it as a Zen exercise." "And here I thought it was because you broke the law." "So you decided to leap in there and help him out, huh?" "Yeah, I, I know it's not what we agreed on, but Dylan needed some help and..." "Dylan, what I want to know is, where Brandon is digging, are the sides... and is the bottom..." "Are they?" "Uh, no, no, what they are is, uh, uniformly bad." "But that's an accomplishment in itself, I suppose." "You're done here." "We are?" "You mean we can leave?" "You can do what you want." "But I'd like to invite you to stay." "Nice hole." "You know, I've heard of a sweat lodge before." "I always pictured something a little bigger, you know." "Listen, we're really honored that you invited us to stay and everything, but, uh..." "What's gonna go on in there?" "Well, it's different for each person." "Our tribe believes that when the Creator sat in the sweat lodge, that human beings were formed from droplets of the sweat." "Obviously, nothing that dramatic is gonna happen today." "Well, what is gonna happen?" "Well, to say the very least, you'll sweat a lot." "Well, I don't know about this." "I mean, those rocks are white-hot." "Come on, you're a tough guy." "You can handle it." "Yeah, I'm Minnesota tough." "20, 30 below, I can handle, but this... I'm seriously thinking about bowing out." "You want to tell our host?" "Who needs the Peach Pit After Dark anyway?" "Muntz..." "No, seriously, man." "I told Baumgartner and Noble they had a brother that got burned by that place, and if they went to the opening tonight, they'd just be sticking a knife in your back." "But they went anyway, right?" "Well, they're dirtballs, man." "Who needs them?" "Why don't you go to the club, too?" "You sure?" "Thanks, man, thanks." "Hey, Mr. Sanders." "What do you say, kid?" "What do you want?" "How about two minutes?" "To do what?" "Tell you how sorry I am." "Well... well, thanks." "I..." "I feel a lot better now." "Well, I'm glad you do 'cause I feel lousy." "Please, I saw you at the club, holding court." "Why don't you just go back there, flirt with Donna and Clare a little more, show them what a standup guy you really are?" "Steve, I didn't mean to cut you out of the picture." "Yes, you did!" "It's why you made that deal." "I tried to keep you from getting busted!" "It was the best deal I could make!" "That was the best you could do?" "!" "Yes!" "Yeah." "You think Ted Stone and his attorneys listen to me?" "All I am to them is Samantha Sanders' ex-husband." "Listen, I really don't give a damn how popular this joint gets, 'cause it doesn't mean anything to me unless you're there being a part of it." "Yeah, well, I'm not allowed to be, thanks to you." "I don't know about that." "I, um, I really don't think a magistrate's gonna be there checking ids tonight, do you?" "Come on." "Come to the club with me." "You're not exactly my idea of a dream date, but... you buy, I'll fly." "Come here." "Dad." "How you doing?" "I think I might make it." "I think we're gonna die." "Yeah." "Grandfather, we are happy to be here." "This is not a contest." "So, if it gets too hot, you can get out." "But you're here to pray for your heart and not your mind." "Grandfather... we ask for good health and help." "It's your turn to pray." "Hey, Dylan, you're up." "Uh, Grandfather, I didn't know if anybody had been looking out for me the last couple of months, but I guess now they have or I wouldn't be alive to be here." "Thank you." "Next man pray." "Grandfather, uh... I don't really know what to say except..." "I'm really glad my friend Dylan is still here, so we could do this together." "I'll never forget it." "By the way, this heat's really something." "Hey, Clare!" "Hi!" "You guys have done an incredible job with this place." "Yeah, it sure beats changing diapers." "We were hoping it would." "It almost makes me nostalgic for my bartending days." "No, no, no, those bartending days are over, babe." "Hey, if you change your mind, make sure you let us know, okay?" "All right." "When does Ray go on?" "Actually, I was just gonna go talk to David about that." "Can I catch you guys in a bit?" "Yeah, sure." "We'll go dance." "Okay." "Bye." "Bye." "So what did Ray have to say for himself?" "Nothing." "But he's a quiet guy, so that's not necessarily a bad sign." "Donna swears he's gonna be okay." "Clare, would you look at this place?" "It's jumping." "I mean, people are having the time of their lives." "Why should we risk Ray going down in flames?" "Who came up with this whole live music thing, anyway?" "Well, if you want to be the one to tell Donna" "Ray can't can't perform tonight, be my guest." "Now, when you hear the intro, the band will come out in this formation, and you follow Stow over to your amplifier." "Donna, what are all these diagrams about?" "Now when you start playing, remember, you're not Ray Pruit anymore." "You're Paul Hornung." "Who is Paul Hornung?" "He used to play for the Green Bay Packers, but that's not what's important." "What's important is, you're not in the Peach Pit After Dark anymore." "You're in the Super Bowl, and you've got the ball." "And everyone else out here, they want to hurt you, but you're not gonna let them." "You want to know why?" "I'm afraid to ask." "'Cause you're the best." "You've wanted to be in this game your whole life." "You know deep down that winning isn't everything, it's the only thing." "Now come here, give me a kiss." "Get your butt out there onstage." "All right." "Whoo!" "You know, yesterday I didn't even realize how beautiful this place is." "Yeah." "So what's next, Lake Whitney?" "I don't know." "I think anything would be a little anticlimactic after the old sweat lodge." "Yeah." "But I can't remember the last time I didn't actually dread going home." "I hate to admit it, but, uh, I learned a lot on this little adventure of ours, too." "Yep, look before you leak." "Absolutely." "You know... when I thought that somehow you could dig the perfect hole any better than I could, even though I somehow assumed it would be easier for you, it hit me... we're all flawed." "Nobody's perfect, not me, not you, not anybody." "Which is obvious, but once in a while, you just need a little reminder." "Could be." "But don't you think the point was more that you assumed I was out to get you even though I wasn't?" "And that maybe if you give people the benefit of the doubt, you find out they're really on your side?" "Yeah, anything's possible." "Possible?" "Oh, I'm sorry, "nobody's perfect"" "is supposed to be a major revelation?" "Okay, Brandon, I think maybe we'd better just, you know..." "Talk less and ride more." "You talk less, I'll ride more." "Uh-huh, yeah." "You just try to keep me off your tailpipe today, my friend." "Yeah." "And I use that term very loosely." "Good luck." "Hello?" "Oh, hi." "I didn't want to disturb you." "Well, you didn't." "Please, come in." "It's Kelly, right?" "Kelly Taylor." "Usually, I'm terrible with names, but you I remember." "So, what's in the envelope?" "Would you mind reading that later?" "Okay, though I'm dying of curiosity." "Well, I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciated the workshop." "Maybe I got a little carried away there." "You don't have to thank me." "What happened at the workshop was all you." "That'd be nice if that were true." "It's true." "When you really need to find something, suddenly there it is, where it's always been." "Believe me, I know." "Can I ask you kind of a personal question?" "Take a chance." "When you ended up in a wheelchair, is that when you started evolving?" "Well, hopefully, that's been going on my entire life, but the accident, well..." "I don't want to give you the wrong impression because I truly love to ski." "But, you know, from the fire, it is a gift to have something suddenly put your whole life into focus." "Right now, all I see is that I'm not really who I want to be." "Well, fortunately, you're still evolving." "You can change your life, Kelly." "But I should warn you, a lot of people are not gonna understand what you're after." "I don't care." "That's what I want to do." "Oh, man, my arms are killing me." "Yeah." "Can I get you something to drink?" "Right after I hit the nearest sacred tree, bro." "Yeah, the ficus in the bathroom, it's always been lucky for me." "It's me" " Jonesy." "I'm at the Lost and Found with eight million dollars I think you might recognize." "Grab your passport and some shades and get your boots down here without telling anyone." "Call me." "My number is..."