‘Let’s hit the road, people.’
Kelly doesn’t sound drunk. Moe and Harrison have had a couple of beers, but compared to the others, they are practically sober. Ruth doesn’t drink because it messes with her sense and she needs them.
‘Where are we going?’
‘My place,’ says Kelly. ‘I wanna enjoy my Friday night.’
‘You know, Kells, I can’t believe that rickety car of yours is still going. It’s held together by rust.’
‘Insult my car again and you’ll walk, mister.’
Ruth’s the only one who hears the tyre pop. Her warning doesn’t get beyond, ‘Guys, hold on.’