Mm hmm.

I don't know.

I've seen people get sick on merry go rounds and Ferris wheels and roller coasters.

But you're the first person I've ever seen who got sick going through the turnstile.

Uh huh.

Hey, look at that, Chuck.

Come on.

Let's go.

Mm.

Right.

Yes.

Mhm.

We're having a good time, aren't we?

Check.

I love this kind of life.

I like action.

I'm a moving type person.

When nothing is moving, I feel low.

That's why I always keep moving.

Mhm.

Uh huh.

Mhm.

Does your kind ever think about love, Chuck?

What do you mean, my kind?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to put it that way.

No offense.

I apologize.

Friends.

You touched my hand check.

Hey, look here.

A fortune telling machine.

Let's get our fortune, Tolchuck.

Maybe we can find out something about ourselves.

Yeah, you are a very loving person and your life will be filled with romance.

Yeah, or get it, kid.

Mhm.

Mhm.

You kind of like being with me.

Don't you check?

What do you think love is, Chuck?

Well, years ago my dad owned a black nineteen, thirty four two door sedan.

What's that?

Got to do with love.

Well, this is what he told me.

There was this real cute girls.

See, she used to go for rides with him in his car, and whenever he'd call for her, he would always hold open the car door for after she got in and he had closed the door, he'd walk around the back of the car to the driver's side.

But before he could get there, she would reach over and press the button, locking him out.

Then she just sit there and wrinkle her nose and grin at him.

That's what I think.

Love is mhm.