Barney: This isn't right. God never meant for us to travel at such breakneck speeds.
Ted: Relax. You're doing great. Ignore the old lady on the Rascal. This isn't a race.
Barney: Dude, a dog.
Ted: Zitch dogs, yes. One-nothing.
Barney: What do I do? Tell me what to do, Ted.
Ted: Step on the brakes. Sometime in the next 20 minutes.
Barney: Which? Which one's the break again?
Ted: The left one.
Barney: Left. Oh, man, left. I'm totally blanking.
Ted: Make the Ls with your hands.
Barney: Oh, we're not going to make it.
[The Proclaimers' "I Would Walk (500 Miles)" plays]
Ted: Why did you just turn on the radio?
Barney: I don't know why I turned on the radio! We're going to die. Tell me what to do, Ted.