Hal: Well, they're about to tow her away. You want to come say good-bye?
Malcolm: No.
Hal: I know it's tough, son. I thought I'd never get over my first car. '64 Plymouth Fury who couldn't keep her top on. Then some guy stole her from me. I saw her a few months later with a new driver and a different paint job, but, she meant nothing to me. I had moved on. And so will you.
Malcolm: Are you cutting my hair?
Hal: No.