Something I just threw together.
“OK, I think we’re lost.”
“What?” she reached over and grabbed the map from the backseat. “How the hell are we lost, this is exactly the same way we got here yesterday!”
“Well that’s what I thought but then I remembered that turning right coming here means we had to turn left leaving and maybe we didn’t turn left…”
“Holy shit! Are you serious? How the hell did you get through Cuba? I’m amazed you didn’t walk into the ocean!”
“Shut the fuck up, I stopped a secret world war! What’d you do besides stop oil-digger desert rats from blowing up VW Bugs?!”
“Everyone shut up! Gimme that map!” He snatched the map and looked at it. “Pull over.” The car slowed to a stop, and the dull bumping noise from the trunk was audible. “And let him out to piss or something, if he dies I will never hear the end of it and we’ll never work again.”