[His enthusiasm for this is appreciated, but as they sit there against the curb something slowly dawns on her. She can't verbalize it at first, but does reach over to touch at his leg to signal there's something on her mind. Those words eventually find their way out, as she's opening the door to spill out of the Jeep and onto the street.]

We can't be in the car when it goes into the ocean! It's like...we'd be stuck and would drown or something, you know?

[Her dream of making the car belong to the ocean may not come to fruition, but that's probably okay. She's already distracted by watching the way nearby blades of grass make music visible as the breeze colorfully blows over them.]

Do you have your lighter? Maybe we could just light it on fire, and then go. Fire is better than the ocean anyway.