Roadside. It's dark now. Gretchen won't give Dawson a sandwich until he comes up with a plan. I've got a plan -- cancel the show! No? Okay, well, how about AAA? No? Don't have it? Hmm. All right, then -- cell phone? No, of course not -- didn't bring it, not contrived enough. So Gretchen sits on the hood of the Jeep and needles Dawson. Dawson begs for his "beef sandwich." Um…ew? Gretchen refuses to surrender the beef. Ew again. Sorry. Dawson announces that they'll find a phone and call his parents and have them wire money. Gretchen doesn't think Dawson knows how wiring money actually works. Heh. Dawson says that he's "seen the commercials," and then sort of trails off. Hee hee! He growls in mock frustration and stomps away. Gretchen laughs at him. Why couldn't they just, I don't know, decide to camp out? Why did they have to have a flat tire at all? If Dawson can just take off in the middle of the night without informing his parents…oh, forget it. I don't care enough to argue.