Tommy: So you sold the Rambler.
Dick: Yeah. And the funniest thing happened. When I was leaving, I said good-bye to it like it was a person, like it would actually answer back.
Sally: You talked to the car?
Dick: I- I know it makes no sense. I mean i-it's only a car. It can't think. It can't feel.
Sally: Ha! Dick, it's like you actually miss that broken-down pile of junk.
Dick: I do.
Sally: Good. 'Cause I do, too.
Tommy: I miss the hell out of it, too!
Harry: Me, too.