George: All right. Here you go.
Dick: $400. Oh. Not bad for a day's work. I could make a tidy living crashing cars. So, George, what now? Couple of fenders, new coat of paint, and then long slow drives in the country with the missus?
George: Actually, we're gonna chop it up and strip it for parts.
Dick: Oh. Well you're not gonna tell me what to do with my money, I'm not gonna tell you what to do with your car. Happy chopping. So long, George.
George: Dick. [walks away]
Dick: So long, car. I just said good-bye to a car. What's that all about? [chuckles] Sorry. I didn't mean it. Whoa.