you gotta induce the drivers a little.
like this.
sure--if you don't make with the head.
yeah. if it'll get me a few hundred miles across country. i'll take a shot in the mouth.
well, neither am i. but have you seen the price of bus tickets lately? shit--i don't wanna cough up two hundred bucks just to get to chicago.
don't be so suburban--this is the new millennium. gay, straight--it's all the same now. there're no more lines.
all hitchers do this. why do you think people pick us up? if you get a ride, it's expected--i don't care who the driver is. it's the first rule in the book.
the unwritten book of the road.
follow the rules of the book, and you'll get where you're going in no time. excuse me.
and now we can finally solve the mystery of the hitchhiking ghouls! pull off their masks and let's see who they really are!
let's kick them out. we've got a mystery to solve.
keep it up, beatnik! i'll feed you to the fucking dog!
great. what do we do with them now?
nice movie, you fucking tracer!
that's right, you sonovabitch! i'm back for round two!