— Wow! Holy smoke! Crash landing!
— Short Round, step on it.
— Okeydokey, Dr. Jones. Hold on to your potatoes.
— For crying out loud, there's a kid driving the car! Wow! Wow.
— Where's the antidote? Let me have it.
— Listen, I just met you, for Christ's sakes.
— Give me...
— I'm not that kind of girl.
— Hey, Dr. Jones, no time for love. We got company.
— Oh, I hope you choke.
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