Bob: Okay, well, let's get 'er hooked up, get you back to the garage, and we'll start on the paperwork.
Johnny: What paperwork?
Bob: It's all filled in, you just have to sign it, and, uh, she's all yours.
Johnny: I'm not buying this car.
Bob: You change your mind?
Johnny: It broke. Twice! It's a broken car!
Bob: We'll play a little hardball, okay. I'll knock twenty bucks off.
Johnny: You couldn't get twenty bucks for scrap.
Bob: Oh, all right, thirty bucks.
Johnny: How about zero bucks?! I wouldn't give you a dime for this!
Bob: Johnny, you're killing me here. Fifty bucks.
Johnny: Oh, you know what, Bob, I'm walking. I'm walking.
Bob: I'll throw in a couple of floor mats, but that's my final offer.
Johnny: Walking!