Juggles: What are we, Driving Miss Daisy? Come on, speed it up a little. I have a date with destiny.
Carlton: I'm trying to obey the law, unlike someone else in this car.
Juggles: Pedal to the metal, Tattoo.
Carlton: And if I don't, I suppose you'll throw me out the window just like you did Safety Guy. Oh, the sight of that perfectly chiseled foam body being mutilated by that 18-wheeler. You bastard.