Come on, back to your own cars.

Wish we had good news for her.

Your parents are probably looking for you.

I'll take your word for it, Johnny.

Oh, I'm talking about lazy, good-for-nothing Johnny Polk.

Yeah, it ain't the best way to travel, but when your pockets is empty, that's a good place to put your pride.

Now, I promised your ma I'd find you and look out for you.

Listen, you gully jumper, you take away your echo chamber, the guy who plays the guitar for you, the ten-piece band, a quarter of a million dollars worth of publicity, and my brains, and you'll be back in the hills where I found you calling Hans.