how's it work?
this thing's prolly' got a warranty. you oughta' make a list of all the things that are wrong.
lighter don't work. put that on the list.
you responsible for engine maintenance on this thing?
you notice how it keeps wanting to slip a bit goin' into second. feels to me like somebody's been a little heavy-footed with the clutch. i'd take care of that if i was you. pan to: an ambulance door opens and the farmer, strapped in, is rolled toward it as his wife, sobbing, attends to him.
now yer sure that gooseneck had a safety chain? suttle turns and glares.
what?
if he kills the boy he'll get the chair.
i think yer' tobacco spit shorted it out, red.
this one's shot.
don't have another megaphone, chief. red just shakes his head and sighs. bobby lee leans on the hood of the car and places one eye behind the scope of his rifle.