You’re drunk.
No, I’m not.
You never drive the speed limit sober.
You might have a point there.
Are you drunk enough to tell me the truth?
About what?
Me. You. Us. Anything.
Dunno. There’s some left in the bottle.
Fuck it. Let me out of the car.
Why?
I’ve had enough.
You haven’t had any.
I’ve had enough of you. Let me out.
No.
Why not?
Dunno, to be honest.
Because with…