Greek. Great.
I know a great Greek restaurant.
- I'll go get a cab. I'll get ready-
- Oh, Earl?
Yeah?
I know just who I want for dessert.
Ramona.
Ramona?
Ramona?
Ramona.
Surprise!
See, buddy, I got you breakfast.
Hey, Daddy, Vic brought
my five favorite junk foods.
Elaine, get out the china. We'll inhale
this poison on the good stuff.
- Where's all that plum sauce?
- It's in here, it's in here. Wait a second.
Would you Like some wine, Enid?
You know, I've been thinking, Enid.
For the past couple of years...
...things around here have been...
...stagnant.
Not uncomfortable, mind you, but...
...changeless. Tedious.
Except for Last night,
with Vic and Ramona.
They're a sign. They're a revelation.
They're squeezing the maximum yield
out of Life.
Let's get back to the world
of the living.
Let's move back to the city.
Or move to the country.
I mean, this is neither.
What do you say?
I understand your restlessness, Earl.
But true change comes only
from within.
- Would you pass the wine?
- You feel it too?
Not a bit.
But I do think the city would be
a good idea.
For you, in any case.
But I meant for both of us.
If we had the money...
...I think I'd go back to school.
I'd Like to...
...intensify my Native American
art studies.
We'll have the money.
We'll sell the house.
Vic, here, will buy it.
He's rolling in dough.
Why do you think he crashed his plane
into his house and burned it down?
Why, Daddy?
For the insurance money. Right, Vic?
How much you have the old place
insured for?
He didn't have any insurance.
He never does.
Of course he had insurance.
The bank wouldn’t give him a mortgage
without insurance.
He didn't have a mortgage.
You paid cash?
You rented?
Do you remember
when your neighbor, Mrs. Warren...
...moved to Riverside Nursing Home
after her husband died?
Well, that's when we met her.
Vic used to dress her all the time.
Mrs. Warren would always
ask for Vic.
Well, when she died...
...the house was empty,
so we moved in.
Vic said she wouldn’t mind.
I said it was a steal.
This is really something.
You two ought to be on 60 Minutes.
Yeah, but now we don't have
no place to live.
Daddy, they could live in my room.
Dick's invited me to Florida
for a couple of weeks.
His mom won't be there.
She said it's okay.
You stay out of this. You're not going
anywhere and Dick is off-limits.
Maybe that's not a bad idea
that Elaine had.
I mean, they could stay
in the guest room.
I don't know. That room's loaded
with a Lot of furniture and junk.
If we did stay, we'd really need
the big room, facing the road.
The master bedroom?
Hey, don't worry, we'd earn our keep
around here.
How wonderful.
- No heavy yard work, though.
- Hernia.
Well, I don't know, it is my bedroom.
I kind of have a sentimental
attachment to it.
I'll tell you what.
With a scrub-down
and some carpentry...
...we could make conditions liveable
in the garage.
Garage, huh?
Right. That's it, then.
Ramona, let's hit the road.
Please. Look, I was just kidding.
I want you to stay. Both of you.
You're worth it.
Please stay.
As my friends.
Please.
Stay here, in the outer limits
of the dead-end zone?
Nothing personal, but Life
at the end of the road...
...just ain't for Captain Vic
and Empress Ramona.
Sorry, folks, but you can
color us gone.
Boy, they were neat.
They were beyond neat.
They were extraordinary...
...unique...
...special.
Earl, can you write me a check?
I'm gonna need some money
this week.
- How much?
- How much is in the account?
I don't know.
Where's the checkbook?
The checkbook!
- I'm hungry again. You wanna eat?
- Oh, yeah.
Hold it. Hold it right there, folks.
All right.
Let me have it.
What are you talking about
now, Earl?
My checkbook. Not that there's
any money Left in my account.
That's what you think of me?
I take your hospitality,
I break bread with your family.
You still think I'd rob you?
Look,