You can't drive for shit, you know that?

How do you know that?

That's him, huh? It's hard to believe that's the guy.

Guys, hi. I'm on sexist overload as it is.

No, guys, please don't do this. This isn't getting us anywhere!

Hey, Ray, you don't really believe all that crap, do you? That's true.

That's nice. Have a nice life, guys. I'm outta here.

And how do we do that, huh? There was no accident, Julie.

Come on, Julie. How do you know this is even related?

Well, it's gotta be a friend or a family member of the guy we hit.

You saw us that night. What the fuck are you on, huh?

Yes, I do. I love you and you know that. But you know what?

Yeah, well, we can't all sit in a village coffeehouse and ramble esoterically on our laptops.

Yeah, almost a year now. I work on that one over there, on the end.

- Why would he do that? - I don't know, Barry. Okay?

that's dripping on the car, and it's going, drip, drip, drip.

Ah, he worked the boats. That's all I do know about him.

- What can I do for you, Max? - You can wipe that my shit don't stink grin off.

It was someone else on the road that night. What are you talking about?

I say we find the fuck who's doing this and have a little one-on-one.