"I'm sure of it. I saw a sign which said: 'Paxton' on it."
"No, you didn't."
"Well, you wait and see."
"I'm waiting."
There is a silence for ten minutes, while the car jounces along a road which gets narrower and rockier.
(Voice from the tonneau): "I suppose you think this is the way to Paxton?"
"I certainly do."
"Oh, you make me sick!"
Silence and jounces.
Sudden stop as the road ends at a silo.