- Zuko, he's out cold. - What are we gonna do?

Kenickie. Talk to me, buddy.

You OK?

Yeah. I'm OK.

I'm fine. (groans)

- You can't drive. - No, really, I'm alright.

I'm just seeing two of you, man.

- Hey, you want me to drive for you? - Huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

Alright. Help him up.

Marty, give me a hand.

(car engines start)

Hey.

The rules are, there ain't no rules.

To the second bridge and back. First one back wins.

Haul ass, kid.

You ain't gonna see me for dust, Zuko.

Come on, baby.

For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow Which nobody can deny