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INT. 2010 DODGE RAM CREW CAB PICKUP TRUCK - SUNSET 

TOM in the driver's seat and WANDA, front passenger, both 70-somethings in festive square dance attire, aim their gaze at the sun setting on the Snowy Range mountains west of Laramie, Wyoming, from where the truck is parked in the highway 130 Overland Trail marker side road. Keys in the ignition. A house and its attendant barn on the other side of the highway the only structures on the open grassland prairie. The last of the sun nearing mountain eclipse 

WANDA: Should we do a luau?

TOM: Well sweetheart, what is it they say about when you're in Rome?

WANDA: Do as the Romans do.

TOM: Heck, I'm halfway thinkin' about takin' a surfin' lesson.

WANDA: Now that's some halfway thinking alright.

TOM: You think this ol' dog ain't got one more trick in him?

WANDA: I'd pay to see it.

TOM: Won't have to. Got 'em down the beach from our hotel. You just pull up under an umbrella with your mai tai, stick your toes in the sand and watch.

WANDA: Hmm. Maybe I'll take a hula lesson.

TOM: You know I'll be front and center for that.

A lull.

TOM (cont.): So whaddaya reckon the chances are we'll get lei'd.

Wanda, shocked, stares at Tom, who finally looks at her.

WANDA: Thomas Travis Walker, my goodness gracious.

TOM: What? Ain't that what they call them flower necklaces they put around your neck when ya get off the plane. A lei?

Wanda shakes her head.

WANDA: Yes, that's what they're called. I don’t think our airline does that.

TOM: Oh.

WANDA: But I think there's a good chance when we get to our hotel.

Tom looks at her, she looks at him, winks. He smiles, starts the engine.

EXT. TRUCK

Wyoming plates. Tom drives to the highway, turns left, drives away. Taillights after a moment.