JAKE
Mom, I got school. I can't just jump in the car and go to
California.
EVELYN
You're the one who's always telling me (grabs the baseball
cap off his head, puts it on, imitating him) "Mom, school
is bullshit, my teachers are bullshit..."
JAKE
(grabs back his cap, puts it back on) Give it.
EVELYN
Well, I agree. It's bullshit here, a life full of bullshit
people, and there's too much snow, so let's go, nice rhyme there,
Evelyn...(sings, making up a melody) "Too much snow,
time to go, where the sun is shi-i-i-ning..." Of course,
the sun doesn't shine a great deal in San Francisco, it's mostly
fog, but what the heck, it's a nice, you know, figure of speech.
JAKE
I don't want to leave in the middle of a semester.
EVELYN
Oh pooh, you've hardly even started.
JAKE
This is stupid.
EVELYN
Here's the atlas, what route shall we take, northern or southern?
JAKE
I'm not going.
EVELYN
It depends if you'd rather see days of cornfields and then
depressing historical sites of where they killed all the Indians,
whereas on the southern route we can stop at all the canyons
but unfortunately you have to go through Texas first...
JAKE grabs the atlas, throws it on the floor.
JAKE
Shut up! Shut up! You're not listening to me. I'M NOT GOING!
(CONTINUES)
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