GYPSY, ROGER & ME (carpool from hell or double bill?)

Carasso:  I'm driving.
Gypsy:    Put in my tape.
Carasso:  Fuck that.  <Fiddles with radio.>
Rich:     <from the back seat>  Are we there yet?
G&C:      You're an asshole.  Shut the fuck up.
radio:    "Kriss Kross'll make you jump, jump" <Carasso smashes
          radio to bits.>
Gypsy:    Nice going, dipshit.  You drive like you post.
R&C:      Huh?
Gypsy:    You got any money for the tolls, dickhead?
Rich:     Hey, lighten up.  Um, no.
Carasso:  Where the fuck are we going, anyway?
Gypsy:    Just stay on '95.  I know the way.
Rich:     A girl I know got married at 'South of the Border'.
Carasso:  South of the Border?
Gypsy:    It's an I-95 thing.  You wouldn't understand.
Rich:     Are we there yet?
G&C:      You're an asshole.  Shut the fuck up.

RICHH
--repeat as necessary.