Tattoo: Your battery's dead.
Julius: Dead? Tattoo, that doesn't make sense. I gave my wife money to buy a new one two months ago.
Tattoo: I don't know, man, I never seen anything like this before. It look like this battery been in here three or four years.
Julius: How much to replace it?
Tattoo: Sixty dollars. But that don't include the spare tires, the shocks or the brake pads.
Julius: What? When did all that happen?
Tattoo: I don't know.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Just now.
Tattoo: It's your car.