i'd rather be whipped with a belt than have car trouble. 'course these days i don't have to worry about that. my husband got laid off at the mill, and they repossessed the car, so wherever i wanna go, i just have to hoof it, you know? caroline smiles, then her face changes.
i.  uh.  i.
well, sure.
hell, no. there's no dent there.  caroline draws back her leg and delivers a terrific, flat-footed kick to the door, leaving a dent the size of a dish-pan.
 you really just giving me this car?