Corvette Summer

Ed McGrath:
It's a commodity, to be bought and sold like anything on this earth.

Vanessa:
This one's on me.

Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.:
I'll never forget what I saw in there. You were making a dirty movie!

Ed McGrath:
I've been around automobiles all my life. They're mechanical devices. They always let ya down. Ya buy 'em, ya drive 'em, ya break 'em, ya fix 'em, ya sell 'em. Goods in the market place. Don't get too attached to this car.

Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.:
Mr. McGrath? You a dance moniter? You look like somethin' off the Lawrence Welk Show.

Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.:
I want my car - Kootz - ya little sh*t, ya lost it!

Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.:
'Scuse me, uh, seventeen miles an hour?

Tico:
Fifteen.

Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.:
On the in'erstate. What are ya doin', lookin' for a contact lens?

Tico:
You patties crack me up. Still doin' your speed number, huh?

Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.:
Well what are you into, miles per gallon?

Tico:
Class...we're into class.

Vanessa:
Ya wanna hitchike, ya gotta stick somethin' out.

Mr. Lucky:
I tell ya what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna pass my lucky streak on to ya.

Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.:
A two dollar bill?

Mr. Lucky:
Hey, that's what I started with.

Vanessa:
Hey, know what I got on under here?

Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.:
Paper towels?

Vanessa:
Nothin'. My streaker suit.

Gil:
I have just seen your first needy motorist.

Vanessa:
It's not even your car.

Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.:
So what, I built it. Look, can we discuss this later after we catch 'em?

Vanessa:
Hey, hey - I got an idea. Why don't you write a letter to the car? Dear car, [sobbing] I miss you so much.

Vanessa:
Whatta you drink, motor oil?

Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.:
I drive my first car at nine. I overhaul my first transmission at ten. At thirteen I turn the quarter mile in under 12 seconds...and I wait till now to get laid?

Ed McGrath:
Everyone has to ask the question, am I a sucker or what. I mean we all play the game, but who makes up the rules?

Vanessa:
Where did all this money come from, Mr. Dantley? You didn't pay for this with a two dollar bill?

Principal Bacon:
You, young lady, do you have an explanation to offer?

Vanessa:
Sure don't, jack.

Principal Bacon:
Well who does?

Vanessa:
Ask Bozo.