Haley: [horns honking] Oh, my God, I can't see anything!
Luke: Hard starboard!
Haley: What does that even mean?!
Man: Move your car!
Dylan: How much longer do I have to block people? I'm late for the airport.
Haley: Dylan, you are being no help right now!
Dylan: Sorry, but I'm already in trouble with dispatch for drinking all those little waters.