Phil: Come on, honey. Let's keep it.
Claire: It reminds me of how crazy my mom could be. I mean, what mother has a car like this?
Phil: How's this? We take it for one drive. If you're not smiling by the time we come back, we get rid of it.
Claire: One drive?
Phil: One drive.
Claire: One drive.
Phil: One drive.
Claire: Ugh, she used to double-buckle me and Mitchell into the front seat. Between that and the homemade electric blankets, it's a wonder we're still alive.