[Miles and Peter enter the showroom to look at the new Ford Mustang]
Peter Miles:
Whoa. Dad, look at that. Hah. The Ford Mustang. What do you think?
[Miles looks around the Mustang]
Ken Miles:
I think it's a secretary's car.
Peter Miles:
I like it.
[Peter opens the passenger door and looks at the interior, alarming Beebe]
Leo Beebe:
Oh. Excu... Excuse me. Would you, would you not do that?
Peter Miles:
Oh. Sorry.
[Peter closes the door as Miles looks at Beebe]
Leo Beebe:
Oh, er, is this, is this your son?
Ken Miles:
Yes, it is.
Leo Beebe:
Would you ask him to keep his hands off the paintwork?
[Peter takes his hand off the roof]
Ken Miles:
No, no, no, Peter, You're okay.
[looking at Beebe]
Ken Miles:
Who are you?
Leo Beebe:
Leo Beebe, Senior Executive Vice President, Ford Motor Company.
Ken Miles:
Ah.
Leo Beebe:
I'm responsible for the launch of the Mustang.
Ken Miles:
Ah! At least now we know who's responsible. Don't get me wrong, Lenny.
Leo Beebe:
Leo.
Ken Miles:
It looks fantastic. But inside, it's a lump of lard, dressed up to fool the public. My advice is, lose the inline-six and that idiotic three-speed, shorten the wheelbase, somehow lose half a ton, and lower the price.
Peter Miles:
Dad.
Ken Miles:
But even then, I'd still choose a Chevy Chevelle. And that's a fucking terrible car.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:32