Cliff: Oh, Sammy. Sammy, Sam, Sammy. Gee, you know, l, uh, heard about the bad news. I'm really sorry, pal. It's, uh, terrible what these guys do. You know, they, uh, just pluck your car right up off the street and take it to what's, uh, commonly known as a chop shop. Yeah, where they unceremoniously dismantle it, and after that, the felons take an acetylene torch, and, uh, just methodically cut the frame into little, tiny pieces.
Sam: Cliff, do you really think any of this helps?
Cliff: Well, it sure as heck keeps the car from being traced, Sam.