You're too old for these kid sports.
You're liable to get hurt in there.
Ain't you got no pride?

You got hurt again.
One of these days you're gonna get wiped out entirely.
We gotta find a younger guy to replace you.

Oh, well, I think you'd better sit down.
I'm really terribly sorry.
Bring it in tomorrow and I'll find a replacement.

I don't want the car replaced.
As a matter of fact, I'm beginning to like it.
Look, this is ridiculous.

Hold it.
Hold it, everybody.
Just a moment, please.

I was beginning to think I'd never be
anything more than a piston-happy, lead foot punk.
Then this starts to happen.

You'll forgive me for saying so, sir,
but it does take class to know
when it has been defeated by class.

I've been misjudging a lot of people lately.
I can't stand that hungry look any longer.
Without a real car, I'm only half a man.