 I can't stand this. I just can't stand it. I'd rather be dead. Now, wait a minute. We have them in the south. I'd never start. My arms and legs wouldn't obey. Get in the back again. No, I'll stay here. When they come, you slow down, will you? Twenty, thirty... No, no. If I stay in the lane, they'll expect me to get off the road again. Maybe it's better to aim right at them. But what if I can't? What if I can't gauge it? You'll gauge it, Will. I can't stand that music. Stay down. Stay down.