Dick: Well, old gal, I guess this is it. Hopefully, some of your parts will go to help some other car live a long and happy life. We just want you to know that whenever we see a Rambler proudly rolling down the highway, we'll think of you. Good-bye, old friend. [tow truck arrives]
George: All right, back it up. Come on back. Come on.
Harry: I can't take it anymore! [jumps in front of the tow truck hook]
Sally: Harry!
Dick: Harry, what are you doing? Did it hurt?
Harry: Oh, it did.
Dick: Wait a minute. Harry's got insurance!
Harry: [o.s.] Harry's in throbbing pain.
Sally: What do you mean?
Dick: We can fix the car!
Sally: Yeah, he's got to have at least $5,000 worth of damage on his face alone.
Tommy: You think?
Sally: Look at where his nose is. [Dick, Sally and Tommy cheer]
Harry: Ow!
Dick: Sorry, Harry. That might be enough for a CD changer.