:09:17
Tough it out, son. Tough it out.
:09:20
Well, now, what do you
boys want for breakfast?
:09:23
Barbecue?
:09:28
Okay, chili.
:09:31
Drafted...
:09:33
...graduated...
:09:34
...disengaged.
:09:36
Guess y'all know what this means,
don't you?
:09:39
We got to dig up Dom.
:09:51
Open up, Philip.
:09:52
You're not taking my car to Mexico.
:09:57
Well, Dom's not in Mexico, son.
He's on the border.
:09:59
l know where he is.
:10:01
Do you mean to tell me that you'd let Dom
stay buried out there for a century...
:10:06
...as a damn fossil
for some post-historic nerd to find?
:10:09
No. l mean to tell you that we're not
driving 400 miles in my car...
:10:13
-...to go down there and dig him up.
-But you swore, son. We all did.
:10:17
Took a holy Groover oath.
:10:18
Come one, Phil, we're dog meat.
This could be our last chance.
:10:22
He's right, Philip. We're facing combat
and questionable life spans.
:10:27
lt's not like we're going after some
nameless piece of trash alongside the road.
:10:31
No, sir. We're going after Dom, Philip.
:10:34
A dear bud we laid to rest
the very night the Groovers were born...
:10:38
...is all l'm talking about.
Bonds and beers and the five of us, Philip.
:10:43
Driving down that long, lonesome highway.
:10:47
l'm talking about us reliving
the greatest chapter in Groover history.
:10:53
Don't that mean something to you?