Woody: Here we go. [engine starts] Ignition, lights, parking brake, mirror, signal. [turn signal clicking] Blind spot. Vermont, here we come. [brakes squeal] Lord have mercy!
Sam: What? What happened? Aah!
Woody: Well, I didn't think that pigeon was gonna fly away in time. Why do they always wait till the last minute? What, do they think that's funny or something?
Sam: Aw, I don't know, Woody All right.
Woody: All right, Sam, hang on. We're gonna pull out again. Mirror, signal, blind spot. [turn signal clicking] There. "Exit 19. Concord Street." "Exit 20." "Route 125."
Sam: Woody.
Woody: Hang on, Sam. "93 North."
Sam: Oh, no, please, don't read all the road signs.
Woody: Oh, fine, Sam. Would you like me to ignore the speed limit, too?
Sam: I wouldn't mind if you approached it.
Woody: Meow, Sam.