Luke: So you got anything you wanna say?
Jess: You could have washed it once in a while?
Luke: Okay fine, the car is yours, our business here is done, hasta la vista, have a nice life.
Jess: Our business here is not done. My car is wrecked because of you.
Luke: Oh, yeah?
Jess: Three of the tires are leaking, its got no oil, the floats in the carburetor are probably cracked so it's back-firing like mad, I mean, people were ducking when I was driving by. Then it stalled and wouldn't start.
Luke: Well, you can find Mr. Goodwrench in the Yellow Pages, I think it's under M or is it G? I can never tell with those kinds of things.