The Boudreauxs are driving along a highway doing a steady forty miles per hour. Marie is behind the wheel. Boudreaux suddenly looks across at her and speaks in his clear cajun voice. "Darlin'," he says. "I know we ben' married for twenty years, but I want a divorce."
Marie says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead but slowly increases her speed to 45 mph.
Boudreaux speaks again. "I doan want you to try to tok me out of it," he says, "'cause ah ben havin' an affair wit you best friend, Tu-tutt , an' she's a far betta' lover den you are".
Again Marie stays quiet, but grips the steering wheel more tightly and slowly increases the speed to 55.
He pushes his luck. "I want duh house", he says insistently. Up to 60...
"I want duh car too," he continues. 65 mph...
"An", he says. "I'll have duh bank accounts, all duh credit cards an' duh boat". The car slowly starts veering towards a massive concrete bridge. This makes him a wee bit nervous, so he asks her. "Isn't dere anyting' you want?"
Marie at last replies - in a quiet and controlled voice. "No, I' got everyting I need," she says.
"Really?" he inquires with a smile, "so what you got?"
Just before they slam into the wall at 75 mph, Marie turns to him and smiles. "Duh airbag!"
Marie says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead but slowly increases her speed to 45 mph.
Boudreaux speaks again. "I doan want you to try to tok me out of it," he says, "'cause ah ben havin' an affair wit you best friend, Tu-tutt , an' she's a far betta' lover den you are".
Again Marie stays quiet, but grips the steering wheel more tightly and slowly increases the speed to 55.
He pushes his luck. "I want duh house", he says insistently. Up to 60...
"I want duh car too," he continues. 65 mph...
"An", he says. "I'll have duh bank accounts, all duh credit cards an' duh boat". The car slowly starts veering towards a massive concrete bridge. This makes him a wee bit nervous, so he asks her. "Isn't dere anyting' you want?"
Marie at last replies - in a quiet and controlled voice. "No, I' got everyting I need," she says.
"Really?" he inquires with a smile, "so what you got?"
Just before they slam into the wall at 75 mph, Marie turns to him and smiles. "Duh airbag!"
