Rudy: So. Roy L... What can I do you for?
Roy L. Fuchs: Uhhh... I'd like to talk to my brother.
Rudy: Well, you're gonna have to talk kinda loud. He left for Miami late last night.
Roy L. Fuchs: Miami?
Rudy: Yeah. Miami Beach.
Roy L. Fuchs: Miami Beach?
Jeff: Florida.
Roy L. Fuchs: I know where the fuck Miami Beach is, dummy.
Jeff: Rudy, what the fuck is this? Rudy, this is a red car. Holy shit! A red chariot to take my ass straight to hell.
Jim the Mechanic: Jesus Palomino.
Rudy: Come on down to New Deal used cars.
Margaret: Aaaaaaahhhh.
Rudy: ...come on down and squeeze on us.
Jeff: Don't let the little head do the thinking for the big head.
Rudy: Margaret, let's take a look under the hood, shall we?
Margaret: What.
