forget the car, bob!
look at what you did! it's all over the seat of your father's new car! the little girl starts to cry while bob grabs at tissues feverishly and hands them to his wife who, leaning over the seat is wiping hard at the stain. she grabs her daughter's arm and shakes her, staring into her face. butch, directly behind the little girl, watches closely.
what is wrong with you?! i told you twice not to jump up and down! didn't i!! patsy bawls harder than ever. bob's wife finishes wiping and reseats herself in the front seat.
damn that kid! the little girl is crying harder than ever now. bob reaches back over the seat and tries to touch his daughter.
so much for the new car smell. the little girl muffles her tears.