Dennis:
I bet this thing won't even start.
George LeBay:
She'll start. [Holds up some keys] You'll need these.
[Arnie and Dennis look out the open passenger door, at the old man standing near the car.]
Arnie:
How much do you want for her? Whatever it is, it's not enough.
Dennis:
Jesus, Arnie.
LeBay:
Sonny, you ever owned a car before?
Dennis:
Yeah, he owns a Mustang-
Arnie:
No. Just got my license.
LeBay:
Name's George LeBay.
Arnie:
Arnie Cunningham. What are you asking?
LeBay:
[Gives Arnie the keys] Start her up.
Arnie:
Really?
[LeBay nods. Arnie sits back down behind the wheel, and the Plymouth starts on the first try.]
LeBay:
Her name's Christine.
Arnie:
I like that.
Dennis:
Come on Arnie, we gotta get goin', huh?
LeBay:
My asshole brother bought her back in September '57. That's when you got your new model year, in September. Brand-new, she was. She had the smell of a brand-new car. That's just about the finest smell in the world. 'Cept maybe for pussy. When he got her, she had six miles on the odometer. Goddamn roller when through hell and back with Christine.
Dennis:
If your brother likes this car so much, why is he selling it?
LeBay:
Cause he's stone-cold dead, that's why. Died six weeks ago.
