what'm i in, a race?
your family?
step on it.  so now you want to kill yourself in another accident.  not with me, boychick.
 tingling.  i know. and i got ulcers.  everybody's got something to worry about.
okay, you asked for it.
some crazy kinda town, huh? you hear about that hold-up? the guy with the six arms? hey, i see it all on this job. what kinda outfit is that, anyway?
you said the magic words, we have a flat boychick.
hey! you wanna hand me that lug wrench?
some crazy kinda town.