We didn't even get to the car until about midnight, and Allen was pretty much wiped out by that point. I put him in his seat, and he was asleep before I could make it into the driver's seat.
Toshi, though, was wide awake as we drove out of Hollywood, out the 101, all the way to Northridge. Even with no one else on the road, that's a solid forty-five minutes. Toshi was quiet, thinking, as I started the car.
"That's your favorite movie?"
"Out of all the movies, that's the one you like the most?"
Long pause again as he thought it over. "It's good. It's good." Another long pause. "I mean, it's not my favorite. But that's good for you."