In van, Nel’s driving, Bud’s in passenger seat, he hears an unrecognizable (to audience) song on the stereo.
Bud – No. We’ve heard enough Cap’n music for one night.
Bud turns stereo to radio, the Rolling Stones come on, “I can’t get no satisfaction…”
Nel (looking ahead, driving) – What’s up with Monkeyboy?
Bud (sighs, turns down volume) – He didn’t want me to tell you guys…
Bilge (leaning forward from second row of seats, where he sits next to Kent) – But you are…
Bud – Yes, that’s the kind of friend I am.
Nel – Noble.
Bud – He was fired four months ago.
Nel – Oh.
Bud – Yeah, he’s kind of goin’ through a rough patch.
Nel – Ah.
A female voice comes from the GPS.
Gloria – Left turn, 200 feet.
Bud – What the hell?
Kent – That’s Gloria, our GPS Sheila.
Bud – Why didn’t you call her Sheila?
Kent – Kind of obvious, that, don’ ya’ think?
Bud – I suppose.
Squeeze comes on the radio, Cool for Cats.
They all listen, quiet and thoughtful for a moment.
Bud – It’s cool. The Monk always lands on his feet.
Nel – Like a cat.
Bilge – Or a kitten.
Kent – In a French maid’s uniform.
Bilge – With tassles.