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I did it.

I really did it.

I can't believe it. Hurry up. I can't believe it. I did it. I finally did it.

Abby, Abby, listen, you won't believe this. I did it. I did it. I finally did

it. Dad, we may believe it if you tell us what it is you finally did. I finally

saw my short story.

I can't believe it. Your sarcasm, Elizabeth, will in no way dampen my

happiness. Do you realize that after all those mountains of rejection slips from

all those publishing houses that don't really know talent when they see it, Tom

Bradford has finally entered the ranks of Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Twain.

Who are all those guys?

Is that changing jobs or something? No, Nicholas, they're very famous writers.

Yes, and they're best known for their short stories, as I will be known when

entire world reads my short story in Man's Monthly. Oh, it

must be a new publication.

Well, this calls for a celebration.

There's a magic in you.

When the sunrise smiles on everything around.

It's a portrait of the happiness that we feel and

always will.

Oh, eight is enough to fill our lives with love.

And eight is enough to fill our lives with...

Drink your ginger ale, Nicholas.

Dad, they sent you a check for $150?

Yes. Well, all those years as a war correspondent in Korea have finally paid

off. Hey, Dad, wait, what does this mean? It says, in the interest of our

editorial policy, we've taken the liberty of slightly modifying some of

passages of your story, The Last Big Push. Yes, well, as long as they don't

alter the main thrust of my story, I couldn't care less. It's only semi

-autobiographical anyway, so, I mean, writers are always rewritten, in the

beginning, that is.

Oh, Dad, we're all so proud of you.

Yeah, Dad.

We all know how long you've tried to be taken seriously as a writer.

I didn't mean it quite that way.

David here.

Hi. Hi, guys.

How are you doing?

Hi, family. Are we too late to join the party? This is getting warmed up. Yeah,

if you two can quit holding hands long enough to grab yourself a glass of

bubbly. Well, hey, if everybody's got enough champagne, I'd like to propose a

toast.

Can you do it while there's still bubbles? Oh, yeah. I don't know exactly

say this, but it is proper to toast the bride and groom, isn't it?

Bride?

Groom? Who's getting married?

Oh, take a wild guess.

Congratulations.

Wonderful. Janet's getting married?

Who's she getting married to?

Donald Klein, of all creeps. I'd rather marry the Hulk.

Relax, Elizabeth.

It's only a make -believe marriage.

Well, yeah, make -believe or not, it still means I've got to spend time with

breeding range of him. I mean, Nancy, Donald Klein has got to be seen to be

believed. He's a real queeb.

Pass the emery board, please.

Here. Thanks.

What's a queeb?

Well, you know what a nerd is, right? Yes. A queeb is worse. This marriage

is never going to work.

Oh, Elizabeth, give it a chance.

Really? I mean, David and Janet aren't even exchanging vows to the first of the

month. I'm not talking about David and Janet. I'm talking about me and Donald

Klein. What's a Donald Klein?

It's her husband in contemporary social problems class.

The teacher pairs up students, and they have to deal with typical everyday

problems young married couples face.

Mm, sounds like fun. Not when you're stuck with Donald Klein.

A real queef, huh?

How did you know?

Well... Okay, okay. All right, all right, you guys, okay.

Enough of Elizabeth's imaginary wedding, and on to David and Janet.

Will it still be this nice after we're married?

Well, if you can wait about a month, you can answer that one yourself.

Now, move it. We're late.

Late for what?

We're invited to the gala opening of O 'Hare and D'Souza's new law firm.

No, I thought that was tomorrow night.

It's tonight.

Do we have to go? Yes, you jump in the shower. I've already laid out your

clothes.

I just spent all day with an accountant trying to figure out how to bankroll the

gala opening of Bradford & Associates' new construction firm.

With lots of great ideas and no money. There's absolutely no way I can miss

tonight. I mean, how could Ted O 'Hara and his loyal associates even consider

joining their firm if I don't even bother making an appearance?

It's very important.

Please.

Would you hate me if you had to go alone?

Somehow the thought of being surrounded by three -piece suits, eating canapes,

and discussing the latest advances in personal injury cases makes me very

antisocial.

Do you want me to go and escort it?

No, but I'll live with it.

Okay. There's leftovers in the refrigerator.

I surrender, champ. These days I can't even beat you when I'm cheating.

Hi, guys.

Hey, um, we're taking a vote. Do we all pitch in and buy David and Janet one

large wedding gift or a little individual winsome?

Oh, that Donald Klein is not only a giant creep, he is a chauvinist. Would

believe he expects us to live off of his measly salary? No wife of mine is gonna

work, he says. Your place isn't the home.

How romantic.

A newlywed squabble. Sounds like you need a marriage counselor.

I mean, you're getting married, too?

What I need, Nancy, is a divorce.

You mean you already got married?

How come nobody told me?

Well, let's talk about it during dinner.

Dad and Abby went out with the MacArthur's. Oh, boy, this is the last

still for an arranged marriage.

When did you get married?

Oh, uh, last week, I think.

Boy, things are really happening fast around here. I didn't even get invited

the wedding.

Forget your key?

You wouldn't give me a key, remember?

Vicki.

Why aren't you going to invite me in?

Vicki, I wasn't expecting you.

What are you doing here?

I'm visiting, silly.

I can see you're still a lousy housekeeper.

Yeah, I guess some habits never change.

Vicki. I mean, it's been a long time since we've been together. Oh, I know,

David.

And I have missed you, too.

That's why I stopped by.

I thought we might catch up, sort of get reacquainted.

Oh, David, I've missed your smile.

There's something I should tell you.

Hi.

I'm, uh... early.

Vicki, I'd like you to meet Janet.

My fiancée, Janet.

Janet, say hi to Vicki.

She likes my smile.

Well, are you just going to sit there like a lump?

As I recall, you were too tired to socialize this evening, yet you seem to

had enough energy left to socialize with a strange girl in our apartment.

to say?

I'd like to make a motion for a mistrial on grounds of insufficient evidence.

Insufficient evidence?

David, I am not an insecure neurotic prone to petty female jealousies and

flights of fancy. I come home, I catch you in your robe standing this close to

not unattractive lady, and you say I have no evidence? I was an eyewitness.

Okay, you saw what you saw, but you didn't see everything.

You make me miss the good parts.

No.

Wait a second.

Why am I defending myself? I didn't do anything wrong.

And I don't like being accused of anything either.

I was trying to spend a nice, quiet evening home.

Alone.

Working on our guest list.

And an old girlfriend dropped by. What am I supposed to do? Slam the door on

face?

Or should I put a sign outside that says, engaged to be married, no

I haven't seen Vicki in over a year. She doesn't even know I'm off the open

market. David, I... And even if she did know, that doesn't mean we can't talk

human being to human being.

You're right.

Really, Janet, a person doesn't turn into a social recluse just because

getting... What did you say?

I said you're right.

I overreacted.

I should have asked first, not accused.

Who's Uncle Bernie?

My mother's brother in Patagonia.

You mean it? I'm right?

With all my heart.

I can't help it if sometimes I'm insecure, neurotic, and jealous.

You have no reason to be any of those things.

We're in love, remember?

and clear.

So tell me some more about your ex -girlfriend Vicki.

You'd be better off knowing more about Michael Burney.

Probably.

But tell me about Vicki anyway.

Oh, uh, good afternoon.

Do you happen to have the latest issue of Man's Man monthly?

It just so happens that I wrote one of their stories. You might find it quite

entertaining. It's called The Last Big Push.

Oh, how much do I owe you?

Hey, Harry, how much for this rag?

You've been hiding in here ever since you got home. Oh, no. Abby, I'm not

hiding.

Not exactly.

What I'm doing is I'm hiding something.

Abby, I want you to see this.

Tom, I know what female anatomy looks like. Yes, I thought I did, too. But,

Abby, that's man's man monthly.

You're kidding.

You're not kidding.

Wow, all those numbers. Looks like you're trying to balance the national

Well, it's darn close.

I'm trying to figure out how we can save enough money so that we can buy a house

in the next 12 months.

Honey, I hate to blow holes in your one -year plan, but I have some shocking

news. Buying a house is not that easy.

Not at today's prices, not with today's income, and not in the near future.

Oh, but of course it is.

All you have to do is have the right strategy.

After today's lesson on credit in the free enterprise system, armed robbery is

about the only strategy I can think of.

What happened at the bank?

I won't know until next week.

But the loan officer gave me a bad case of the guilt for not owing money all

over town.

See, I've always paid cash for everything because I hate the idea of

hock. But if you're not in hock, you can't establish credit.

And without credit, you can't get a loan to get yourself deeper into hock.

Well, if that's all there is to it, then all we have to do is buy a house, which

will put us into hock, which will establish our credit, which will get you

loan so you can start your own business.

Piece of cake.

You seem to have things very organized.

Well, I always did enjoy setting goals.

It sort of keeps things focused.

Let me see if I have this right.

You set a goal.

You focus in.

David, we have to meet a friend of mine for dinner tonight.

Please, one go at a time.

Linda, I'm so sorry we're late. Oh, hi.

We sort of lost track of the time. Oh, forget it. I was late myself.

Linda Raycraft.

I'm using my own name.

Okay, Linda Wellman. This is my future husband, David Bradford. Hello. How do

you do?

Obviously, the reason you lost track of the time.

Well, congratulations.

Thanks.

So tell me all about New York.

Let's order first. I'm starving.

Okay.

So, I can't promise I'll be back in time for your wedding, but I'll sure try.

I shouldn't be in Santa Fe for more than a week.

After that, it might be nice to see the rest of the great American Southwest.

I've heard about this fellow with 14 wives.

Now, he might be an interesting subject.

Sounds like fun.

14 wives?

Hardly. I mean the travel.

I think it sounds insane.

A girl driving alone cross -country? Who knows what could happen?

A lot, if I'm lucky.

Not only is it irresponsible, it's dangerous.

What do you think I should do? Settle down and live off my generous alimony

until I find some other jerk to marry?

Linda, I'm sorry your marriage didn't work out, but I'm sorry.

I guess I'm still a little defensive.

Janet, for the first time in my life, I am not my parents' little girl or a

California co -ed or somebody's wife.

I have a chance to be my own person.

I just don't know who that person is.

And since writing is the only thing I can do even half decently, I intend to

write my way across the country until I find out.

You know something, Linda? Since we were kids, you always could take a totally

crazy idea and make it sound almost sensible.

You always went along with them.

That's right, I did, and as I remember, your ideas always got us into trouble.

Well, I'll just have to take that chance.

Oh, but that's enough about me. I want to hear all about you guys.

Uh, David, one of the partners from O 'Hara's just walked into the bar.

O 'Hara is one of the best law firms in town, and I'm this close to working

there. I really should go say hello.

But our dinner's here.

David, you know how important this is to me. It won't take but a minute. Go

ahead. Start without me.

So. You were about to tell me what you and Janet are up to.

We're buying a house.

Oh?

Oh.

Would anyone

care for some dessert?

Most of us already had our dessert.

I said I was sorry.

Oh, and that's supposed to make everything okay, right?

Can we drop this, David?

Sure, I wouldn't want to spoil your appetite.

All right, that does it. Oh, listen, it's late. I have to be leaving.

No, no, no, please don't go.

Well, I'm staying with my parents, and Dad likes me home at a decent hour so he

can triple lock the front door. But we haven't had a chance to talk yet. That's

not her fault.

I'll give you a call.

Good night.

I do. You embarrass me in front of my friend, that's what. You know I don't

arguing in front of other people.

But being rude in front of other people is okay, is that it?

Getting up in the middle of dinner and leaving me alone with your friend until

it's time to pay the check is accepted social behavior. That was business.

Could have waited.

And so could your rotten behavior.

I didn't plan on running into that guy tonight.

Right. You planned on us having a nice pleasant dinner with your long lost

friend.

I don't believe you. Linda must think we don't get along at all.

Well, excuse me for my total lack of self -control.

The next time I'm upset, I'll find a more appropriate time to express my

feelings.

You're impossible.

I can't even talk to you anymore.

Janet, open this door. This isn't over yet.

I'm not listening.

Come on, hiding behind a locked door isn't going to solve anything.

Where am I supposed to sleep?

At least I'm not going to bed angry.

I don't have to bed.

The last big push by Tom Bradford.

I awoke with a start.

It was silent.

The icy wind sliced through my liver like a bayonet.

It was good. Junk.

Dad's story is not junk. I meant everything else.

Well, how would you know?

Did you flip through the rest of them? Hey, hey.

No, no, I heard.

Well, I just can't figure out where they hide the socially redeeming values.

From the sound of it, I don't think they're trying to hide anything.

Hey, can I think? No.

How come? Did Dad write something I'm not supposed to read?

No, Nicholas, it's not what he wrote. It's where he wrote it. No, it's not

I wrote it. It's where they printed it. And where they printed it, none of you

are allowed to look at. Dad, most of us happen to be adults.

Well, then behave like an adult and let me put out the trash.

be unincluded.

Mr.

Gillette, if you'd just give me a chance to explain.

I think this boy's fine.

if you'd just give me a chance to explain.

Mr. Gillette is expecting me?

Yeah. Here, come on.

Mr.

Gillette, I'm Tom Bradford.

After all these years and children, we meet at last.

Take a seat.

Thank you.

What I don't understand is why I'm sitting in here and my son Tommy is

out there.

Mr. Bradford, I can honestly say that I am a very liberal man.

I do not enforce the dress code.

I look the other way on Senior Prank Day. I even vote for Harold Stassen

whenever he runs for president.

But there are limits even to my liberal way of thinking.

All things in moderation.

I subscribe to the same philosophy.

But what is this, some kind of a parent's poll or something?

Hardly.

As a liberal, I also support the basic freedoms, the freedom of speech in

particular. However, I do not condone students bringing certain samples of

free speech onto my campus.

This magazine, to be precise.

Unfortunately, your son does not subscribe to the same philosophy of

that... Have you ever looked at that magazine?

No, of course not.

Well, yes, out of the interest of administrative discipline, yes.

Well, then you're probably not aware of the fact that various highly acclaimed

writers have contributed articles of great social prominence and merit to

publication. You're putting me on.

Look for yourself.

I hardly describe great social merit to the likes of... Mamsel Susie.

Midnight Harry.

Tom Brad.

Hi,

dear.

It's open.

David?

Oh, hi. Is Janet home?

Any minute.

Would it bother you if I turned on the light?

Whatever makes you happy.

You know what they say about people who sit in the dark?

Probably don't care either.

Maybe I should leave and come back some other time.

Well, it was nice talking to you again.

Congratulations. Well, we'll have to put off the honeymoon for a while just till

I get adjusted.

David, what's wrong?

I can wait. I know you don't like discussing things in front of other

I want to hear it now.

The bank turned down my loan.

Oh, is that all?

For a second I thought it was something serious.

I put that on the same list with the Titanic in Pearl Harbor.

Well, it is bad, but it's far from tragic.

David, we don't need the bank. With the money I'll be bringing in, I'll have

enough to start your business in no time.

Oh, really?

You'd give money to a bum credit risk like me? Of course I will.

Oh, naturally, I'll have to draw up a contract.

But I think you'll like the terms.

And how do I sign on the dotted line?

Mr. Janet MacArthur?

I'm sorry, Linda. You kept hearing me at my worst.

David. I waited up for you all night and you didn't come home. I was so worried.

Why didn't you call?

I couldn't. I didn't know what to say.

Would you answer me a question?

Do you love me?

I mean, do you really love me?

I think so.

I don't think we should get married.

I, uh... I made us a dinner.

It's very nice. We shouldn't let it spoil.

I knew things weren't right, but... Well, you know how I

am.

Totally goal -oriented.

Once I get something in my head, I... I have a hard time letting it go.

I'm just too selfish, I guess.

Every time I tried thinking about us souls, I could come up with it was me.

Oh, no, no, please, no heroics. I've seen the same thing in me.

Ever since we decided to get married, we've both been on edge.

Like we were fighting each other for our last breath of freedom.

Is marriage supposed to be like that?

I don't think so.

For a while, at least. I'm not going to find out about it.

I guess the honeymoon was over before it started.

I propose a toast.

To us.

May we live apart happily ever after.

You know, it's really funny.

Deciding not to get married has been about the most mature thing we've ever

as a couple.

I'm sorry.

Well, that should do it for this load.

Linda, I want you to know that I really appreciate your helping Janet out like

this.

Forget it.

That's what friends are for.

Yeah? Well, I'd better drop this stuff off.

Tell Janet I'll be back in about an hour.

Right.

I knew you were moving back home for a while. I didn't know David was, too.

not. He's moving out, hitting the road.

You're putting me on.

No.

In fact, I think you might have given him the idea.

All your romantic talk about traveling and trying to find yourself.

Oh.

Think he can look after himself any better than I can?

Probably not.

Where's he planning to go?

He doesn't know yet.

He said for the first time in his life he wanted to do something totally

spontaneous.

Janet, I've got a crazy idea.

Your favorite kind.

Yeah, but this is really crazy.

And in order for it to work, you're going to have to go along with it.

David, isn't this sort of sudden?

I hope so. I waited until the last minute so you couldn't talk me out of

It's sort of compounding a totally haphazard idea with a complete lack of

forethought, isn't it?

I prefer to think of it as spontaneous.

Excuse me while I spontaneously get lost.

Mary, here's an extra key to my apartment.

Rent's paid till the end of the month.

Tommy, you're in charge of disposing of what I leave behind.

If anybody wants anything, it's theirs.

Sell everything else and any money I'd like saved for me.

I guess that's it.

Except... I'm really gonna miss you guys.

Yes. Dad. You're running away, David. It's plain and simple. You've made a

commitment and you've changed your mind. You made a mistake. That's all right.

We all make mistakes. But you're compounding that mistake by trying to

from the consequences.

Maybe.

But I'm also running towards something, too. Oh, come on. You don't mean that.

Dad, if this were 1779 instead of 1979, I'd be here telling

you I was heading west to start a new life.

Well, I'm already west.

So I'm telling you that I'm heading north and south and east to find what I

want.

How can you hold that against me?

I don't hold it against you.

It's just that it's so abrupt.

It's so ill -planned.

You might think of it as an adventure.

Dad, it's not like I'm never going to see you again.

I'm just taking a little trip, sort of an extended vacation.

Look, Dad, I may not be acting like your type of man.

Sensible and sane.

But let's face it, you're stuck with me.

I'll always be your son.

I finally said something that makes sense.

Don't get into any trouble, David.

And when you do...

Janet forgets something?

No.

Actually, this has nothing to do with Janet.

Oh, wait, no, that's not exactly true. It was my idea in the first place, and

she agreed that it had some merit.

So that's why I'm here.

I haven't the vaguest idea what you're talking about.

Well, hey, I see you're all packed up and ready to go.

Any specific destination?

Not yet.

I'm just going to take the freeway of least resistance.

Well, in that case, how about giving me a lift to Santa Fe?

New Mexico?

New Mexico.

You heard Janet. She is convinced that it's too dangerous for me to travel

alone. Well, I don't agree with her, of course, but it did get me to thinking.

And Janet agreed.

I mean, if by some strange coincidence you and I should be traveling in the

general direction, it would make at least economic sense to go in the same

right?

You want to travel with me? Just to Santa Fe.

And then with the plain money I can save, I can buy a slightly better car,

we can go our own separate ways.

No.

We hardly know each other.

Well, I didn't mean to frighten you. I only suggested that we travel together,

not get married.

Forget it.

Forget it. Forget it. It was a crazy idea anyway.

It is spontaneous.

your own way?

All expenses split 50 -50.

You travel light?

I know how to pack, thank you.

Ah, what the heck. I'll pick you up at six.

Are you sure it's okay?

No.

So what?

I'll see you at six.

What's in this thing?

You wake up the whole neighborhood.

My typewriter is in there.

You said you traveled life. I said I knew how to pack.

I'm a writer, remember?

Have a typewriter? We'll travel.

Come on, I want to put some distance between me and Sacramento.

It's almost rush hour. We've still got to get gassed up.

Well, didn't you ever consider gassing up last night so we wouldn't have to

hurry this morning?

Briefly.

But then I remembered our agreement.

What?

Oh, yes.

All expenses 50 -50, right?

Exactly.

Better give me a quart of oil.

Your best 30 weight.

I think we should take 80 to Reno, cut across Nevada and Utah to Grand

then south through Colorado, straight into New Mexico.

Three days, easy driving.

Probably do it in two and a half.

But I'd rather take 49 south through California. It's more scenic.

We can head east further down.

But my way is shorter.

What is this? You have an appointment or something?

I'm just trying to contribute my half to this trip.

I appreciate that.

But could you limit your contributions to expenses?

I'd like to see one state at a time, starting with the one we're in.

Trust me, you'll enjoy the long way. Not unless you start being a bit more

pleasant. Are you always this grouchy in the morning?

I'm not grouchy.

You owe me $9 .75 for gas and 70 cents for oil.

Trust me, I'll pay you when I get changed.

You were right. The scenery is worth a few extra miles.

Hey,

if the weather holds, we might make a little side trip through Yosemite.

Have you ever been to Yosemite?

You have, have you? What's it like? I've never been there.

Friends tell me it's a really beautiful place.

Well, you probably didn't mind it too much.

As long as we're traveling together.

I don't believe it. He speaks.

I think there are a few things we should both clear up.

Okay. What have you got in mind?

Number one, I have no intention of getting myself trapped in another

relationship.

Things will be a lot less complicated if we just keep this thing on a purely

business -like level.

Well, never fear. Your honor is safe with me.

This has nothing to do with honor.

It was your idea we travel together. I just want to make sure that we both

understand what that does and does not include.

Oh.

Well, I'm glad you clarified things then, because I thought for sure that

rotten disposition was merely your clumsy way of playing hard to get.

I don't play games like that.

You also don't know how to take a joke.

Want me to drive for a while?

Mm -mm.

I'm the only one who drives my car.

I'm more than capable of handling this thing.

In fact, during my ex -husband's car period, he even got me to take a high

-speed driving course.

Everything from skid pad to crash techniques.

Well, since we're not doing any high -speed driving, and since I have no

intention of learning firsthand your crash techniques, and since my car is

own, I'm the one who does all the driving.

I don't know. Maybe I'm paranoid or something.

But I've been around the world two times, first class all the way.

Just seems like the only things I've ever seen are four -star restaurants and

fancy hotels.

Not particularly fulfilling.

Well, I happen to think that this place here qualifies as one of the best hotels

in the world.

For the first time today, I have to agree with you.

But I don't recommend the room service.

If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it.

I didn't say I didn't like it.

But, um, I'll cook breakfast.

Okay? Good.

Because I hate it.

You know,

I knew there was a laugh hidden in you somewhere.

Yeah, it's usually a lot more obvious.

Linda, I'm sorry about the long face today.

Leaving Janet, my home.

Well, I guess I need a little more time to figure out whether I'm supposed to be

happy or depressed.

Well, time is one thing you've got plenty of.

That's what your trip is for, remember?

You know, I never did ask you why you're going to Santa Fe.

Oh, well, there's this guy there.

Figures.

No, no, not that kind of guy.

This guy is the father of a sorority sister.

He's got a real heavy weight in publishing.

I brought some samples of my writing with me.

I'm hoping he can turn what's been a hobby into a career.

That's really important to you, isn't it?

Well, let's just say I wouldn't mind doing something right for a change.

I haven't been too successful lately.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

I think I'll wash up and turn in.

Fresh air is making me sleepy.

Want to flip to see who gets to sleep in the car?

Oh, no, don't bother. You can have him. I like to sleep outside.

David? Yeah?

I'm glad you took the long way.

It really is beautiful.

you had your shot at cooking breakfast.

Not bad, huh?

Not bad.

Not good.

Can't you ever say anything nice?

It was hot.

You're welcome.

Hey, look at that.

I wonder what it's like to fly one of those things.

Scary. I did it once. I'll never do it again.

That was during my ex -husband's flying period.

Your ex -husband went through a lot of periods, didn't he?

He covered just about everything except Good Husband Period.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Don't be.

Well, that must be a 5 ,000 -foot drop.

Nope.

In fact, it's on the short side at 2 ,000 feet.

Yeah? Wow, it looks a lot higher.

I'm going in for a closer look.

Okay.

So listen here, if your husband wants... Oh, I'm not married.

Oh, okay.

If your boyfriend...

Guess again.

If the guy that you're traveling with?

If he wants some choice pictures, you ought to save his film and wait till I

in here. My name's Marty Garfield.

Could you hold this for a minute, please? Oh, sure.

Well, hi, Marty. I'm Linda.

You been doing this a long time?

Long enough to be number one.

Oh, is that so?

I'm afraid I'm not up enough on the sport to know all the players.

You ought to take in a contest sometime. Got a good one coming up in a couple of

weeks. Which, by the way, I plan on acing.

Ought to get you current in a hurry.

Well, I'd say you could probably win on confidence alone.

I believe in winning.

I don't believe in false modesty.

Hey, need a hand? If you're offering, I'm accepting.

Well, I thank you for the help, too, son.

This thing was never designed for walking under.

That's for one sure thing.

Let's put it down.

Okay.

Say, if you're still in a helping mood, I'd like you to try something for me.

Sure. Are you expecting a lot of flyers here for the competition?

Enough to keep things interesting.

All the magazines, too.

Magazines? Oh, yeah.

Hang gliding's becoming a big money sport.

The switchback hill open, that's the one that's coming up, is nothing to laugh

at.

Is that why you do it? For the money?

I ain't got money.

Then why?

Well, why not?

Your friend over there better watch himself. Hanging around with old man

could give him a broken body.

Oh, my God.

Look, I'm flying.