Gone in Sixty Seconds2000

Roger the Car Salesman:
My name's Roger, Sir. May I be of some help?

Memphis:
That's funny, my name's Roger... Two Rogers don't make a right.

Memphis:
Roger, I have a problem...

Roger the Car Salesman:
Yes?

Memphis:
I've been in L.A. for three months now. I have money, I have taste. But I'm not on anybody's "A" list, and Saturday night is the loneliest night for the week for me.

Roger the Car Salesman:
Well, a Ferrari would certainly change that.

Memphis:
Perhaps, Mmmm. But, you know, this is the one. Yes, yes yes... I saw three of these parked outside the local Starbucks this morning, which tells me only one thing. There's too many self-Indulgent wieners in this city with too much bloody money! Now, if I was driving a 1967 275 GTB four-cam...

Roger the Car Salesman:
You would not be a self-indulgent wiener, sir... You'd be a connoisseur.

Memphis:
Precisely. Champagne would fall from the heavens. Doors would open. Velvet ropes would part.