Ron: This is not a drill! Car 200 is approaching! [crowd "oohs"] Stop! Stop! This is for you! Welcome to Orson!
You're our 200th visitor... [tires screech, thud] [crowd gasps]
Nancy: Honey!
Sue: Oh, my God!
Mike: You okay?
Frankie: You all right?
Nancy: Oh, sweetie!
Frankie: [v.o.] Don't worry. Turned out Ron was okay. The Orson's Best gift basket cushioned the blow. And the point is, we were all there for him.