Stroker and Hoop2004

C.A.R.R.:
Hey, fellas! beautiful night for a little stargazin'! You got the right idea there.

Stroker:
Where were you?

C.A.R.R.:
When? Just now?

Hoop:
Earlier. When we were being beaten and stripped.

C.A.R.R.:
Oh! Uh...smog check.

Stroker:
You smell like pina-coladas, C.A.R.R.

C.A.R.R.:
Some bum threw a drink on me.

Stroker:
Wait. Is that...fresh vacuum marks? Where did you get the money from the wash, C.A.R.R.?

C.A.R.R.:
Um, you know. My, uh, Bar Mitzvah money? I mean, I'm haulin' stuff on the side on the weekends. A little gypsy-cabbing late at night, Nascar.

Stroker:
My advance money. What did you do with my money, C.A.R.R.?

Hoop:
Look at these receipts. Cactus wash. Suds and studs. Panda wax and shine. What's the "around the world swirl" package?

C.A.R.R.:
Look, if I could hold a sponge in my wipers, I would, Stroke.

Hoop:
C.A.R.R., I think you have a problem.

C.A.R.R.:
I don't complain when you spend all our money on food and shelter.

Stroker:
I'm putting you on manual C.A.R.R. You're going cold turkey.

C.A.R.R.:
Up yours you are. [leaves]

Stroker:
Come here, C.A.R.R. Come here now. Right now, C.A.R.R. Get back here!

Hoop:
All the washes in the world won't fix what's broken inside, C.A.R.R.