Mechanic: Well, I mean, here's the thing. If you have a car there's only one of, I mean, it ain't easy to get parts. There's legitimately none in this country.
Murray: So, what you're saying is, I splurged on something nice for myself, and the very next day, it's broken forever.
Mechanic: Yeah, that's exactly the case.
Murray: Your fault!
Beverly: No! I saw the way you were looking at the Bitter. You wanted the Bitter. You're a Bitter man, remember?
Murray: I am a bitter man. I'm bitter to have a broken car in my driveway mocking me for the rest of my life. Angry!