The hell I don’t! LISTEN, KID! I’ve been hearing that crap ever since I was at UCLA. I’m out there busting my buns every night! Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes!

I think you should go back to your seat now, Joey. Right, Clarence?

I’m sorry, son, but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Roger Murdock. I’m the co-pilot.

It’s really the only sensible thing to do if it’s done properly. Therapeutically there’s no danger involved.

…and be sure to use Marlboro-o-o…oh oh, my chest!!

Listen, Betty, don’t start up with your left lane shit again.

Don’t you tell me which lane is for loading, and which lane is for stopping!

No, the left lane is for loading of passengers and there is no stopping in a RED lane.

Puttering along in the left lane, at or below the speed limit. The left lane is for passing.

You mean, there’s a scarier one than the one on Sesame Street??

The motor goes ‘mwarawww mearawww’