Car Owner: Hey. That's my car.
Joey: Really? Oh, just give me five more minutes.
Car Owner: What are you doing?
Joey: Well, I found the keys, and now I'm just polishing her up.
Car Owner: But it's my car.
Joey: Yeah, but it's my wax.
Car Owner: Listen, I don't come to the city much. And I don't know if you're crazy or if this is some kind of street theater, but could I have my keys?
Joey: Sure. Yeah. I'll save you your parking spot.
Car Owner: I'm not coming back.
Joey: Why not?
Car Owner: I live upstate.
Joey: Yeah, so did l.