DRIVER : Have some whisky.
PETER : No thanks. Are you sure you ought to drink when you’re driving?
DRIVER : How d’you mean?
PETER : Well, you know all this ‘Don’t drink and drive campaign. They say it can be dangerous.
DRIVER : I find I drive better when I’ve had something to drink, whatever they say.
PAMELA : Oh, surely not!
DRIVER : Look. See how steady I am.
PETER : Yes, steady as a rock.
DRIVER : Sixty miles an hour on a bend. Not bad eh
PAMELA : yes. You don’t need to convince us
DRIVER : You aren’t scared are you?
PETER : No… no, I think my wife is a bit scared. D you think you could go a little slower?
DRIVER : I thought she was! But I’m in a hurry. We are all in a hurry. That’s modern life.
PAMELA : Yes, but I’m feeling a bit dizzy.
DRIVER : Perhaps we should go really fast. Then you feel exhilarated instead.
PETER : I’ve had enough of this!
DRIVER : Enough of what? This happens to be my car
PAMELA : Please Peter! No, it’s just that I don’t see why we shouldn’t have a pleasant journey together I’m having a pleasant journey.
DRIVER : I’m having a pleasant journey.
PAMELA : Yes, of course. But if you go too fast on the narrow roads, anything could happen.
DRIVER : Oh, I can assure you I’m a good enough driver to judge that.
PAMELA : Of course. I can see you’re an excellent driver. There’s no doubt about that, is there Peter?
METER : No. No. No doubt whatsoever.
PAMELA : But supposing another driver coming the other way makes a mistake, you won’t have time to avoid him.
DRIVER : Few people have such quick reactions as I have.
PETER : But is it worth the risk? Supposing we all end in the cemetery?
DRIVER : Oh, I couldn’t care less.
PAMELA : Why not? You’re still young.
DRIVER : The only thing I’d worry about would be spoiling my car. It’s the thing I love best in the world.
PAMELA : What about your family?
PETER : They might never get over it.
PAMELA : You wouldn’t like that would you?
DRIVER : Oh, no one would miss me. My wife left this morning.
PAMELA : Oh, I am sorry. I think I’m going to be sick
DRIVER : What?
PAMELA : Yes. Quick. I don’t want to spoil your car.
DRIVER : My car! Get out at once. Really! Hitch-hikers