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BOB: Or go to a porno movie. It'll ground you quicker than anything.

BILL: Won't change the pretending.

(Short pause)

BOB: You really see a meteor?

BILL: Damn sure did. Passed between us and the lights on the rig out
there.

BOB: Maybe you should call somebody. Maybe there's a reward for
something like that.

BILL: Who the hell should I call, the Department of Meteors?

BOB: There's a reward for weather balloons.

BILL: Somebody sends up weather balloons.

BOB: Maybe it was a satellite.

BILL: I'm going to drive to see my son in Colorado.

BOB: (Surprised) When?

BILL: Today. I'll go and get the car real quiet like so Mabel -

BOB: (Quickly, forcefully) Mildred
BILL: - whoever, so she won't know and I'll drive to Boulder and tell him
I'm pretending. Man's supposed to let his son in on the great truths.

BOB: You're too old for a drive like that. Besides you haven't had your
heart medicine today.

BILL: (As though realizing it for the first time) Maybe the
medicine's a pretense too. Maybe the doctor's trying to kill me little by
little with tiny doses of poison.

BOB: All the tourists are gone. Sure is quiet.

BILL: Wind makes a special sound in the empty streets.

(Pause)

BOB: Old age sound.

BILL: I got a bite, it's a strong one.

BOB: Hold it boy. Give it some play.