"Oh, yeah," Stan lies. "Sure." A lot can change in ten years, you know? It's like he told Ford earlier, before that chick walked in. He just wants to know.

But anyway, he ain't thinkin' about that. He's thinking about waiting one second, watching Ford sitting there with his eyes closed, and waiting another second, and- yes, shoving at Ford's shoulder just when he's probably started to relax, oh sweet revenge.

"Hey, don't fall asleep just yet. That waitress likes us, but no one likes the customer enough to let 'em stay the night. Maybe I shoulda' brought the car after all, huh?"