"Hey man, I'm sorry if I scared ya!"
"You're gonna hafta do one hell of a lot more than that to scare me!"
"Hey I've been lookin' all over for ya man. Didn't nobody tell ya I was lookin' for ya?"
"Man, I can't keep track of all you punks runnin' 'round here backwards."
"Hey you're s'posed to be the fastest thing in the Valley man, but that can't be your car. It must be your mama's car! I'm sorta' embarrassed to be this close to ya!"
"Yeah, well I'm not surprised, drivin' a field car!"
"Field car? What's a field car?"
"A field car runs through the fields, droppin' cow sh*t all over the place to make the lettuce grow."
"Ha ha! That's pretty good! Say, I like the color of your car there. What's that s'posed to be? Sort of a cross between piss yella' and puke green ain't it?"
"Well, you call that a paint job, but it's pretty ugly. I bet you got to sneak up on the pumps just to get a little air in your tires!"
"Well at least I don't have to pull over to the side just to let a funeral go by man."
"Oh ho, funny!"
"Your car is uglier than I am. Oops, that didn't come out right."
American Graffiti
