Mary: Listen. Can you hear them celebrating?
Dick: Ah, yes. The happy sounds of cars overturning and stores being looted. I love the smell of burning rubber. It smells like victory.
Mary: A sweet victory.
Dick: You know, it's amazing. There we were, thousands of total strangers all pulling together, trying to transfer our collective strength to a tiny group of young men that we didn't even know. We cheered for them, and they won for us. I've never felt such a feeling of joy and camaraderie. The only sad part is that everyone couldn't share it. Someone had to lose. I feel for the Mustang fans.
Mary: Ah, screw 'em.
Dick: You're right.
Both: Badgers rule!
Harry: Okay, lovebirds, party's over. Let's, uh take it inside.
[Dick and Mary stand up and lower their pants]