I got pills. They're in my pocket. The long white ones are for the pain. They're every twelve if you take two. The little yellow ones are to be taken with food every--[oh fuck what?] every eight hours or so. Just one.

[Being okay means that there's still room for improvement. One of Larry's hands leave the wheel to take a hold of Freddy's.]

Wait a bit on that, okay? After we're out of the state we'll get something to eat and stop. Then you can have a smoke.

[Taking charge and guiding like he's confident, like he's not scared out of his goddamn mind.]