BMV Examiner: Okay, Sue, in about a half mile, you're gonna wanna take-
Sue: I know. Take a right at the stop sign, a left by the yellow house with the apple tree in the yard, then bring it down to 25 miles an hour for the school zone. This is not my first barbecue.
BMV Examiner: Nice signal. And... nice turn.
Frankie: [v.o.] Only six blocks to go, and Sue was doing great. Maybe it was all her experience paying off. Maybe it was Bobblehead Jesus. But of course, Sue being Sue...
Sue: [gasps as the windshield is splattered with red food] Windshield obstructed. Activating wipers. Peripheral vision compromised.
BMV Examiner: I really think we should stop.
Sue: Don't worry. I got this. [two teenagers carry a balloon arch into the middle of the road] Whoa-oh.
BMV Examiner: Watch out!
Sue: No choice but to go through!
BMV Examiner: Oh, God. Mattress! Oh!
Sue: It's okay! I can still see!
BMV Examiner: For the love of God, pull over! I have children!
Sue: No! I only have two blocks left! [bang, rattling] Pothole. Not a problem! [siren wails] Page 47 in the manual how to stay calm in a hazardous situation!
BMV Examiner: I've been doing this for 30 years. [sighs] And that was the single greatest piece of driving I have ever seen. Congratulations, Sue Heck. You passed.
[Sue screams, gets out of the car and runs to hug Mike before dancing]