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And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in... ...sauce-spence. I'm to put on lipstick properly. I'm sure the natives will love you, Jarr.

What natives? Where are we, Charlie? You mean to sit there making up that utterly provocative lower lip, at we arrive at the biggest motel in the only town, on 150 miles of desert highway and not know where we are?

where we are. I suppose I could find some postcards or envelopes in one of these drawers. Now you just stick with the decorating. I'll fill you in from this folder. See this is the Beattadican. Beattadican Motel is located on the outskirts of Red Mountain, Arizona. So that's where we are. That's where we are. Red

Mountain, Arizona is 485 miles east of Los Angeles. What's more the temperature is now 20 degrees. It's expected to drop to five below tonight with snow before Oh, no, it doesn't say that in the folder.

Oh, the manager told me that when we registered. I've below. I've never been where it got back cold. You California gals. Oh, you've got going for you there. It's climate. You never have weather. I'm sorry I failed you so early in our marriage.

Better to know the worst right away. Come on, let's succeed. I'm ready. Now, how do I look? You look fine to me. But the Indians may think white men go on warpath again. You got the gig.

I got dropping. Hey, be careful. There's ice there. There's ice there. Oh. You're hanging on to me. What's that? It's a train. That's what it is. Look, look, I crossed the road. A train.

Out here in the middle of nowhere? Sure, it's mainline from L.A. to Chicago. It runs alongside the highway out here for hundreds of miles. Look, it's a meeting dinner in that dining car. I'll get there nice and low.