Doug: So, your son just got his license, huh?
Jill: Oh, yeah.
Doug: There's nothing like a guy's first night with a car. I'll never forget mine.
Jill: Why? What was it like?
Doug: Well, I had a '66 Lincoln.
Tim: With the suicide doors!
Doug: It was a tank. We crammed about 14 people into that thing and drag raced a buddy into the next county. We had to be going 120 miles an hour. [chuckles]
Jill: A hundred-and-twenty miles per hour?
Doug: Well, we slowed down to moon the pedestrians. [Tim laughs]
Patty: I think we've heard enough about your first night out.