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- Put it down. - Yeah, put down the knite.

How'd you ever get that car tixed up like that?

to the shitters ot the world in 1945.

I want to have deep, meaningful sex with her.

Why don't you return to your own seat and get back to work.

I would like to get involved with the yearbook.

Yeah, that's right.

Fuckin' bastard killed himself in it.

You scared the hell out of me.

You didn't want that man to help me either!

So, Mr. LeBay...

You know, Papa, you can't polish a turd.

Try it, you bald fuck, and I'll knock you through the wall! Fuck!

You better get started.

- What's the problem? - Could you honk your horn for me?

Probably the only thing my brother ever loved in his life was that car.

I bet you a hundred bucks...

Yeah. Ta-ta for now.

- What do you mean? - I don't know.

If it wasn't for me, it'd cost you a shit pile to put this heap together.

When Jerome Powell cuts interest rates 46 days before the election and says it's not for political reasons.

And you know what else?

Get your goddamn hands off her!

When someone believes in you, you can do any fucking thing in the universe...

It seems like nobody likes my car these days.

Before I met you

- I don't need this. - What do you need?

- You still got the receipt? - Tossed it out.

- You want the receipt? - Yeah.

Though I don't know why

Yeah. I'm just perfectly fine for now.

Then I guess I'll be seeing you out there.

I don't allow no smoking in here neither. You go out in the junkyard.

We'Il take care of the Caddy. I don't want you touching it.

All right. Fifty. Pass on go.

You do nice body work. I thought this thing was totaled.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Nope. A hell of a job, Arnie.

We'll make it better, huh?

Oh, just plain old-fashioned hard work.

It's that car. I swear it's the car.

This is no committee meeting. I bought the car, and that's it!

then watch out, world, 'cause nobody can stop you ever!

Lovey dovey, lovely one