Day 16: Waiting for C.C.

CASH: I'm starting to think he's not coming.
GIRARDI: I'm starting to ponder the essential question of what is time?

CASH: We can't wait forever.

GIRARDI: What else would we do?

CASH: Shop.

GIRARDI: For what?

CASH: For bargains.

GIRARDI: Was this a bargain?
CASH: This is a big ticket.

GIRARDI: A loss leader.

CASH: Shopping is death.

(They ponder the bleak, black, empty horizon, which signifies the future of humankind.)

GIRARDI: Twenty-six trampling days left 'til Christmas.

CASH: At Wal-Mort.

GIRARDI: Permanent layaway.

CASH: Cash and bury.

GIRARDI: Easy checkout.

CASH: They've slashed everything.

GIRARDI: Shop 'til they drop.

CASH: Holiday crush.
GIRARDI: Dead tag sale.

CASH: Everything must go.

GIRARDI: There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's death.

CASH: Reach out and crush someone.

GIRARDI: Mob behavior. So easy a caveman can do it.

(They silently ponder the unrelenting horror of humanity.)

CASH: In a pinch, Swisher can play centerfield.

GIRARDI: Good to know.

CASH: I hate myself.

GIRARDI: Maybe he'll call today.