Cars 22011

[A fishing vessel is sailing on the open ocean at night, completely alone.]

Crabby:
Alright buddy, we're here. Right where you paid me to bring you. Question is, why?

Finn McMissile:
[comes out from the shadows on Crabby's stern deck] I'm looking for a car.

Crabby:
A car? Ha! Hey, pal. You can't get any further away from land than out here.

Finn McMissile:
Exactly where I want to be.

Crabby:
Well I got news for you buddy. There's nobody out here but us.

Tony Trihull:
[blows his horn] What are you doing out here?!

Crabby:
What does it look like, genius? I'm crabbin'.

Tony Trihull:
Well turn around... and go back where you came from.

Crabby:
Yeah? And who's gonna make me? [Tony reveals his bow-mounted missile turret] All right! All right! Don't get your prop in a twist! [Crabby turns away and begins sailing back] What a jerk. Sorry, buddy. Looks like it's the end of the line. Buddy?