Brigid. How are you doing? Are you doing okay?
Pearce. I don’t know how much longer I can go on.
Brigid. Tired?
Pearce. I’m hallucinating, Brigid.
Brigid. Really? What are you hallucinating?
Pearce. The tail lights of cars are becoming Diane Keaton’s hair. Headlights are becoming the side of Mariel Hemmingway’s face. How much longer do we have?
Brigid. What? We’re almost there, Pearce. One more hour. Do you think you can hang on?
Pearce. I can’t feel my leg anymore. This truck is driving by it’s self.
Brigid. You’re doing great.
Pearce. I can’t believe you can’t drive.
Brigid. I’m from New York. I don’t need to drive.
Pearce. I’m from Philadelphia, we believe in God.
Brigid. What?
Pearce. Corn beef should not be blue.
Brigid. What are you talking about?
Pearce. Oh, yeah. Right. Right. I understand. I could tell by the sound of your voice on the phone. Very authoritative, you know. Like the Pope, or the computer in “2001”.
Brigid. Stop the truck, Pearce.
Pearce. Why is life worth living? It's a very good question. Um...Well, There are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. uh...Like what... okay...um...For me, uh... ooh... I would say ... what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing... uh...um... and Wilie Mays... and um ... the 2nd movement of the Jupiter Symphony ... and um... Louis Armstrong, recording of Potato Head Blues ... um ... Swedish movies, naturally ... Sentimental Education by Flaubert ... uh... Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra ... um ... those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne... uh...the crabs at Sam Wo's... uh...
End. Quoting “Manhattan”