[After a bank job. Everyone jumps into Vyvyan's car. But he drives it directly into a lamp-post.]
Vyvyan:
[hysterical] Oh, what have I done?! [sobs]
Mike:
C'mon, Vyv, there's no time for that now.
Vyvyan:
My car! My beautiful, beautiful car!
Rick:
Oh, no, it's the pigs! This is it, guys! I'll see you later! [exits the car]
Neil:
[to Rick] Yellow chicken!
Mike:
[to Vyvyan, who's still crying] You've got to forget about your car, Vyvyan! Start life again without it. After all, you've still got S.P.G.
Vyvyan:
I don't think so, Michael. He was asleep on the radiator!
[S.P.G. is crushed on the grill of the car. Bagpipe music plays as he floats above the car wearing angel wings and a halo.]
S.P.G.:
See you later, you little whimp.
