[Spy catches his expression from the corner of his eye and smirks.]

It's a joke. Come now, t'is is a 'appy time. Don't be so serious.

[He might be more convincing if he wasn't so smug.

Still, eventually they end up in another small town somewhere in the desert that seems to stretch on forever. He stops for gas before he parks somewhere he deems acceptable, then goes for the box under his seat. There's a knife, a gun, and another wallet in there filled with cash and a few of his fake IDs.]

I'm sure I should 'ave enough money in 'ere for at least a 'ot dog.