Mike: All right, Tag. That's it. You're done.
Tag: Yeah, you're right. We should probably start fresh again tomorrow morning.
Mike: No, Tag, I mean, you're done done with driving.
Tag: What? No, no, I gotta have my license, Mike. I've been driving since I'm 14. I drove a transport supply truck in the war, for God's sake.
Mike: Yeah, and America thanks you. But if you really want to serve this country now, you'll stay off its roads.
Tag: Come on, Mike. This is my life we're talkin' about here. My freedom. How could I give that up?
Mike: Look, Tag, I know it's not easy to hear, but... You gotta trust me, this is the right decision. Tag, you asked me to help you out. I'm helpin' you out.
Tag: All right. [hands Mike his car keys] I got a podiatrist appointment on Tuesday, and Pat's got water aerobics. Wanna pick me up around 9:00?